I want this. I want her. Being with her feels completely different from being with Janessa. Ashley’s not my teacher. I want to bring pleasure to every ounce of her body, and I want to disappear into her touch as she pleasures me. I want to memorize the feel of her skin, the curves of her hips, the taste of her. I want to figure out how she likes to be touched. I want to know about her life, her family, and—Fuck! My thoughts stop as she squeezes my nipple between her finger and thumb, sending a spear of heat between my legs.
“Ah,” she whispers against my lips. “You like that.”
I can’t answer. It’s all I can do to remember to breathe. She squeezes my nipple again as her lips meet mine, and I go up on my toes. My hand moves between her legs without any thought or guidance from my brain. My body knows what it wants, and it doesn’t need a road map. She widens her stance, an invitation I’m not about to ignore. I slide my fingers beneath her underwear. She’s so wet, my body actually shudders.
“And you like that, too,” she says against my lips, then sinks her teeth into my neck and sucks as I slide my fingers deep inside her.
Her mouth feels too good on my neck, distracting me from focusing on what I learned last night. I probe and touch, letting my mind go numb and my body take over. Doing it right is off the table. I’m lost in doing it at all with Ashley. Seconds later her head falls back and she moans in pleasure as her wetness pulses against my fingers over and over again. Seeing her eyelashes flutter, hearing the sexy noises tearing from her lungs and knowing I made her come makes me want to do more, but she doesn’t give me a chance. Her mouth crashes over mine and she rips open my shorts and shoves her hand down the front, fingering me as she rides my thigh again. Feeling her wetness against my flesh with her fingers buried deep inside me takes me right up to the edge.
“Ash—”
She seals her lips over mine, capturing my cries of passion as she makes me come again and again, until we’re both breathing so hard we have to lean against each other just to remain erect. She presses her lips to mine.
“God, Delilah. What you do to me…” With trembling hands she rights my bra, my blouse, my shorts, her skirt—it’s a good thing, because I can’t move—and she collapses against me.
~Ashley~
PRESSED AGAINST DELILAH, feeling her heart beat against mine, her whispers across my cheek, surpasses anything I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know what came over me when she dragged me back here. I didn’t know if she was messing with me, pissed at me, or what, but when she asked about Drake, the look in her eyes left no room for misinterpretation. Whether she was going for an I-want-you seductive stare or not, that’s what she conveyed, and I couldn’t wonder for another second. I had to know, once and for all, if she wanted me or not.
Music from the party filters into my consciousness again, and I wonder how long we’ve been back here. It feels like a lifetime. The best lifetime I’ve ever lived. I lift my head from her shoulder and press my lips to hers. I can’t stop myself from deepening the kiss. Even after everything we’ve just done, I want more of her. I want to see her hair spread out on my pillow, her naked body on my sheets. I want to taste and experience every inch of her. I want to walk down the street and hold her hand. I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her when the feeling hits and know that when she goes home at night, it’s the curve of my hips she feels in her palms.
I kiss the corners of her mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me you were into me?”
She shrugs, and now that my eyes have adjusted to the dark, I can see that her cheeks are flushed. She drops her eyes and fidgets with the edge of her shorts.
“Hey.” I lift her chin so I can see her eyes. “Are you okay? I mean, you seemed to be okay a second ago, but…”
“Yes. Yes, more than okay. I…You…” She presses her forehead to my chest and I stroke the back of her neck.
“Your shy side is showing,” I tease to lighten the mood.
She smiles up at me. Thank God. I worried she was regretting what we’d done.
“You’ve probably figured this out already, but I’m not very experienced at this.” She traps her lower lip between her teeth, and she’s so cute I have to kiss her again. And again.
Okay, one more kiss for good measure.
She laughs, a soft, feminine laugh that I don’t hear nearly enough, and it warms my heart.
“I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“No?” Her brows knit together, and she presses her hand over my heart.
I cover her hand with mine. “No. You’re perfect.”