I do it slow and gently, wanting to enjoy the moment, needing it to last forever. One thing I can tell you: I wouldn't mind being frozen into this moment for all of eternity. Some moments are like that; they aren't to be rushed, and you know they're going to leave a mark on you for the rest of your life.
And this is one of these moments.
Thrusting while I look into her beautiful eyes, I brush my lips against hers and surrender to the sweet embrace of desire. More than just lust, there's a deep connection that we've forgot, something so strong that I don't know if we can break it, even if we try to.
"It's so good … being here with you," she whispers, an expression of happiness taking over her face. Stroking her cheek with my hand, I smile as her words reach me.
"It is … it's perfect," I reply, once again leaning in to kiss her.
We keep on fucking at a gentle rhythm for God knows long, time losing all meaning around us. There's no rush, there's no pressure to get things done; we're simply enjoying the present moment, embracing it for all it's worth.
And that's all it takes.
My slow deep thrusts inside Ashley's tight pussy are enough to make my whole body tense up, and it doesn't take long for my cock to start throbbing against her inner walls. Holding my breath, I make an effort not to cum, needing her to come first.
Lucky for me, we're so in sync that, the moment my cock starts to pulse, Ashley is taken by an orgasm. Dragging her fingernails across my back, hard enough to draw blood, she then buries them deep on the flesh over my shoulders and moans against my ear, her body twitching as if she's having a seizure.
The sound of her voice against my ear is enough. My cock pulses even harder and, no longer holding my breath, I simply submit to my body's needs. I feel my seed burning its way up my shaft, and then I start gushing my whole load inside Ashley's pussy. Not moving as I come, I let her moan against my ear as she lives through her orgasm, both our souls dancing together even though our bodies are frozen in place.
Only when my cock finally stops spurting all of my cum, do I allow myself to slide it out from her pussy. Rolling to the side, I simply collapse by her side, looking up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. I smile to myself as I realize that there's probably a hidden camera somewhere in the ceiling, and that what we just did has been recorded as well. I must remember to ask her for a copy. What? It's kind of exhilarating to see Ashley and I on the screen, so what? Don't judge, lest you be judged. Or something like that.
Allowing my left hand to slide down over the bedsheets, I go looking for her hand. Finding it, I lace my fingers with hers.
"Thank you," I find myself saying, my voice just a whisper.
"For what?" she asks me, turning around on the bed so that she can look at me. I turn around as well, and look into her eyes for a long moment, gathering my thoughts.
"For being you," I reply, not knowing what else to say. As a reply, she simply smiles and squeezes my hand in hers.
I don't even know why I said that. I'm not the kind of guy to go around saying romantic stuff, and I have no idea why I'm starting now. Sure, Ashley is definitely a special girl … but does that justify the way my heart skips a beat every time she enters the room? Or the way my cock becomes as hard as rock every time I glance at her body?
All I know is that, ever since I met Ashley, I've been dreaming of her every night.
If that's a good thing or a bad one, I have no idea.
19
Washington Beat
Distracted-In-Chief?
From the desk of Margie Preston – the political reporter with the heart of gold
Could the future First Lady of America be a clear and present danger to the national security of the United States?
That's the line of reasoning and thinking being put out by Speaker of the House Bob Walker's office today. Their argument?
"The way that Ms. Draper as the fiancée to the President of the United States is affecting him, it's clear that she is affecting his judgment and ability to make decisions," a spokesman for the office commented when contacted.
"Just the other day, the President of the United States rushed out from his presidential limousine and onto a Washington DC street to enter into an altercation with a mugger. This mugger was carrying a knife. Can you imagine the Constitutional crisis that would have occurred if the President were to have gotten stabbed? Would a simple assault and possible rape have turned into an assassination of the President of the United States?" The spokesman went on to say.
Let me just pause for a moment there to tell you that in my personal life I do not like Bob Walker. His office is going on the record to say that some kinds of crimes like rape are less of an issue than other kinds such as the President of the United States getting stabbed. It's as if one form of crime is acceptable, but for the nature of his argument, the other kind of crime is not if it involves stabbing the President. I get the President is important, but so is the life of every single female in the United States.
But once you get past all the icky contemptuous sneering that's been coming out of the Bob Walker camp, you see that there is a kernel of truth is what's being said.
How many times prior to announcing Ms. Draper as his fiancée has the President jumped out of a speeding car to start fighting with a knife-wielding mugger?
That's right. Zero.
To be fair, one incident by itself doesn't make the case that the President is going from single bachelor with a dedicated focus on clearing the cave and making America tremendous again, but it falls into a pattern. All of a sudden we're seeing this President out on Date Night. He's sticking up for his girlfriend. He's doing everything that a normal fiancé would.
Except there is nothing normal about this situation. There is nothing normal about dating and getting married to the most important man in the free world. The man who with the touch of his fingers on a button, could bring blackness and death upon the world.
And no, not that button! The nuclear button! Get your mind out of the gutter. We're talking about Austin Bain and his rapidly evolving First Lady to be.
He's the President of the United States. So unless they are doing the whole thing as a show for our benefit where they pretend to be in love, the President really is changing to suit the moods of his lady.
All I have to say is let's hope that it's a good change. After all, two people cleaning the cave is way better than one!
20
Ashley
I look out the window, watching the blanket of clouds below us. The steady hum of the engines makes my mind drift off and, if it weren't for Austin being here with me, I'd fall asleep like a baby in a matter of minutes.
"What are you thinking of?" he asks me, looking up from the handwritten sheets of paper sitting on his desk.
"Nothing and everything," I reply, yawning lazily as I stretch. We're sitting inside the President's office inside Air Force One, and I've been keeping him company while he goes over his speech.
"Now that's a politician's reply," he chuckles, his eyes once more dancing over his speech. "You'd do well if you went into politics, Ash."
"I'm doing well already, in case you haven't noticed," I laugh, wiggling my hand up in the air and showing him the diamond ring on my finger. "I might not be a politician, but I guess I'm doing a good enough job on the backstage. And, you know, backstage is where the real magic happens."
"I won't argue with that," he whispers without taking his eyes off his speech, his lips slowly moving as he tries to rehearse his words silently.
"I want to do more than just work in the backstage, though. I've planned some visits to local schools."
"Oh?" he says, finally raising his head to look at me. "You don't have to do that, Ash."
"I know, it's not like that," I tell him with a smile. "I want to do it. I'm in a position where I can do some good, and I want to use it. I guess your passion for changing the world has rubbed off on me," I laugh, my eyes never leaving his.
"I think I rubbed more on you than just my passion for changing the world," he shoots right back without wasting a breath, his eyes narrowing deviously.
"Definitely more than just that." I fold my legs, patting the front of my dress, and lean back against my seat by the window. "My mother used to be a teacher, you know? It isn't easy for teachers, specially when it's so hard for schools to get proper funding."
"I guess you did your homework, didn't you?"
"I did," I reply. I'm not just a pretty face, and it feels good to have Austin acknowledge it. When I knew we'd be flying to Arizona, I decided to wield whatever influence I might have to try and do some good. I figured that visiting a few local schools could be a good thing to raise awareness. All it took was one call to Tracy, and she loved the idea. "We blow so much money on so many other things, I just think we could use some of that money on raising our youth."