“So good, Nik.”
The way she says my name, with the K being emphasized, is so ridiculously sexy. Her tongue presses against the roof of her mouth on the N, too. Might be a little creepy that I’m staring at her mouth so hard that I can pick apart how she says a single syllable name but I can’t help it. Her lips are pulling me in and damn it all I wish we’d brushed our teeth so I could kiss her mouth. I’m desperate for it. Her upper lip is smaller than her bottom and I just want to…
“I want to kiss you,” I admit.
“Same. So much. But I know I have skunk ass breath that probably tastes even worse so we’ll have to wait for later.”
“Promise?”
She smiles slightly and lowers her leg off my shoulder, lifting her hips and encouraging me to flip us over. Her wish is my command.
“Promise,” she says when she’s over me.
Her back is arched and her nipples are hard, her messy hair falling down the slender column of her back. It’s such an erotic sight.
I lift my hand and grab one of her breasts, squeezing gently but not too gently, pinching her nipple and tugging on it. Ashley grinds down against me, a sheen of sweat beginning to glisten on her chest that makes me want to lick it up. I’ve never felt this way before. Wanting to draw in every part of her so I memorize it for later when I’m jerking off by myself.
Gripping her hips now, I help her ride me. Our bodies are slapping against each other. Our hips are moving rapidly and we’re both breathing heavily, moaning and groaning and grunting, whispering how good it feels but also shouting curse words.
Suddenly she looks down at me and nods rapidly.
“You about to come?”
“Yeah,” she replies breathlessly.
Holy crap.
I feel like a stock car driver gearing up for the Daytona 500. Or maybe some NFL quarterback prepping for the Super Bowl. Like this is real life shit. Ashley is about to have an orgasm and I don’t know if she had one last night or not but this one I’ll remember so I want to make it good.
Damn. I wish I’d stretched first.
Now I’m sweating because I’m getting in my own head and I’m nervous. What if it’s not a good orgasm?
Oh, who am I kidding?
Aren’t all orgasms good?
I mean, I can’t remember ever having a bad one so I assume it’s the same way for women, right? That would make sense to me.
“Right there,” she huffs out. “Ooh. Yes. Yes! Nik, yes!”
Oh my gosh, she just hollered my name and I can feel her clenching tight around me. I’m about to come right along with her.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Yes!”
“Are you?”
“Mmm.” Comes her response.
And then we come together.
Somewhere I’m pretty sure a flock of birds take flight, fireworks light up the sky, and angels begin singing. I come harder than I’ve ever come before in my life, both of us groaning. Ashley falls, her chest crushing against mine. I wrap her in my arms as we come down from the high.
“I’m on the pill,” she says out of the blue.
“Oh, thank fuck,” I mumble when it registers with me why she said it.
She giggles, causing everything to shift. “Meant to tell you earlier but we were a little caught up.”
