In fact, every time she directs that smile at me, my heart stops. I don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky that a girl like her fell for me. I pray to God every second that I don’t screw it up again. “How am I full of shit?”
“You didn’t sleep with all the club whores. In fact it sounds like you were being a choir boy.” Then she taps her finger against her chin and smirks at me. “But I kept telling Charlie you aren’t a saint.”
I give her a small smile and grab her hand. I ain’t havin’ this conversation out here for everyone to hear. I drag her down the hall towards our room. Fuck that sounds good. It ain’t been our room in five fuckin’ years. And it’s hard to believe that the night before last was my last sleepless night. No more tossin’ and turnin’. No more reachin’ for Ashley and she ain’t there. No more dreams of her fuckin’ my brains out, only for me to wake up and it not be true.
When I see our door, I shove her against it. My cock gets rock hard at the excitement and desire in her eyes. “I fucked a few chicks when we weren’t together. And that was to scratch an itch. I thought about you each time, because they couldn’t get me off on their own,” I whisper against her lips.
She moves her head away from me and I growl thinkin’ she’s turnin’ me down. “I didn’t fuck Victor all over our apartment. I never even took him there. And truthfully, I didn’t have sex with him all that much while we were together. It made me sick to my stomach.”
No longer wantin’ to talk about that, I take her mouth as fast as I can. I open the door while I shove my tongue down her throat. She groans around my mouth and I rub my cock against her. It might be hidin’ behind my pants but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t know who we’re kissin’.
“God you feel so fuckin’ good,” I mutter as my hands go down to remove her shirt. Or should I say my shirt. Her tits bounce as I move her backwards once I drop the shirt to the ground.
I don’t waste time as I lay her back on our bed; I push the cup of her bra down and suck a nipple into my mouth. Ashley arches her back and groans out my name. I push my hand into her pants and since she’s not wearin’ underwear, my hand meets hot, wet skin. “Fuckin’ wet for me already,” I growl out, lovin’ how turned on she is with just a few kisses. “Gonna fuck this tight, wet pussy.”
“Fuck…” she trails off as I pump two fingers into her and use my thumb to circle around her clit. When she’s on the edge of comin’, I remove my hand and pull her jeans off. As I stand I take my own off and remove my shirt.
Once I’m naked I climb back over her on the bed and thrust my cock into her. My favorite part, even back in the day, is when her eyes get all wide at my size. A man could get real arrogant fuckin’ Ashley. “You like this big cock fuckin’ you?” I whisper against her ear as I slowly pump my hips into her.
“You know I do,” she whimpers as I start to pick up my pace.
“Best pussy I ever had. Swear to God.” I don’t know what it is about her but I can’t stop talkin’ like a dirty freak when we fuck. I think it’s cuz she always looks surprised and it makes her wetter.
Her hands are everywhere. In my hair, down my neck, over my shoulders and her nails diggin’ into my ass as she urges me on. I stare down at her, as I do every time, because it’s so fuckin’ beautiful when she gets off. I might have started callin’ her Glossy because of what she was doin’ when I first saw her, but I have other reasons for keepin’ it. Like how her eyes get that way right before she comes. Or how my cock looks after I pull it out of her.
I’m not picky though.
I see that look in her eyes when I put my thumb back to her clit. Then she’s saying my name over and over again. “Damien. Damien. Damien.” Her tight passage grips me for dear life and it’s all I can do to hang on. But I don’t.
“Fuckin’ come all over this dick. God, baby that’s so hot.” I put my forehead to hers as I feel the tingle down my spine. Then I’m fillin’ her up and my hips are jerkin’ in all different directions.
After she’s gotten up to clean up and returned to me, I hold her as close as possible. I feel like she might just slip away when I’m not payin’ attention. So I guess I better start payin’ attention all the time.
“Will you sing for me?” she asks sleepily.
I smile in the darkness of our room. My girl, lyin’ naked in my arms and wantin’ me to sing to her. Never gonna get old. So I sing “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” because it’s my favorite song. That’s why I sang it to her the first time she cried. My mom loved The Beatles. She was always playin’ their songs around the house. She used to comfort me with their songs when I was little, so I sang one for Ashley. Never realized how much it would stick.