pulled my knees apart and lay between them, kissing me again. This time, I felt his hardness between my legs and my belly gyrated. I tried relaxing when tasting his tongue again, this time slow and tender.
He pulled back, kissing my chin then licked my neck. His thumbs circled the sides of my tits, even as his mouth licked and sucked each one. I was weak. All I felt was the weight of my body and the stirring of my belly. I’d never felt the softness of flesh the way I did when his lips and tongue traced my inner thigh. With as many things going on between my shaky body and trippy thoughts, one was loud and consistent: this is Ashton Spencer. He was doing this to me. Making me…feel.
And when his nose brushed between my legs, I could never call it a pussy again. It was a living, feeling oasis. I felt everything there. His tongue… The way it moved against me was the Ashton I knew. He was a teacher, experienced beyond his age. There was nothing shy or uneasy about his touch, which was why I knew I was in way over my head with this guy.
He licked and licked and licked. His hands rubbed down my thighs, beneath my butt then reached my boobs. I breathed hard and fast through my nostrils, my belly lifting, thighs opening more and more for him. His fingers twisted my nipples and, just like the night of the Brielle concert, I moved to meet whatever was coming. The sounds I heard from him sucking on me had my abs straining.
He’s going down on me…
This is Ashton…
Ashton’s doing this to me…
Ashton Spencer…
So many reality checks popping up in my mind while feeling so…good. And everywhere. My tits. My toes. My belly that kept lifting and rolling over, lifting and rolling over.
Until one final thought set it all off.
Aivery Cooper…
“Shreshrueephu…” dribbled from my mouth as my hips lifted into his face while something inside me burst.
Everything jerked, and not all together. My shoulders fought the mattress, slamming onto it like a seesaw. As Ashton fingered my nipples in a way I couldn’t explain, and his tongue flicked my…oasis, knowing it better than he’d ever led on to, I shook, feeling like I needed to be 5150’d. I vibrated and twisted, not able to help it at all until it was over, and that took a while. I felt betrayed, conquered, and adored at the same time. Another thing I noticed was I didn’t feel used or…disgusted. That scared me.
But nothing troubled me more than the look in Ashton’s eyes when my body rippled in smalls shakes every four seconds, it seemed. My eyes were locked onto him, trying to gather myself. My hearing returned first. So did the sound of my pounding chest and Ashton’s heavy breaths as he licked his wet lips. His mouth, cheeks, and chin were glistening. But I couldn’t see much past his licking.
“You wanna taste heaven?” His voice was so throaty and unrecognizable.
My tongue moved across my lips while my mind reeled. “I wanna taste you.”
Closing his eyes, Ashton shook his head. “I’d lose my fortune if you touch me with your mouth,” he mumbled so lowly, I almost missed his words.
But I didn’t want this...closeness to him to end. Not only that, something deep between my legs began humming again. Now that I knew what he could do, I was desperate for his touch again. My hands went for the band of his shorts and boxers. I lifted my back from the bed to pull down his shorts and boxers with shaky hands and a weak spine. Ashton helped me by pulling them off. Then he kissed me, and that’s when I learned what heaven tasted like. No, I wasn’t crazy about the flavor of my personal musk, but tasting it on him blew my mind.
Why am I letting him do this to me?
What makes Ashton Spencer different?
I couldn’t come up with the answer the minute I felt his hot, hard dick push into my…oasis, but not inside. It rubbed against my lips, more like slipped. My eyes burst wide. Again, it rubbed perfectly up the slit, this time hitting that sensitive nub, and I shivered. Ashton sat up, heavy eyes going between us. He grabbed himself, reminding me of his size. Its veiny wideness and fat smooth head. He rubbed it against my clit.