She grasped my shoulders, closing the gap between us and I slipped my hands around her waist, relishing the warm feel of her against my body. The track changed to Selena Gomez’s‘Feel me’and liking the appropriateness to the moment, I swayed out bodies to the music.
Ashrika watched me for a bit then asked, “are you going to ravish my body now?”
“Do you want me to?”
“But, we’re both married...” Was that regret or shame in her tone?
“And we’re both consenting adults.”
Her eyes lifted to mine, searching. For what, I wasn’t sure. I had no idea how long we stood there, embracing each other until she dropped back to the seat, breaking the moment. Hiding my disappointment, I retook my seat and slid a hand along the backrest.
“Do you know that you’re the only person that’s called me Ash?” Laughing, she twisted slightly, pulling her leg under her. The action caused her robe to part, reveal a creamy thigh.
The sound and sight tightened my cock, begging for relief. “You don’t like it?” I played with the soft curls on her shoulder.
She stared at me before her pink lips widened in a sensual smile. “I do like it. There’s just something unique about it.”
“Like you?” At her questioning gaze, I added, “you’re unique.”
“Are you trying to get into my panties?”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve stated my intentions.”
“Two days?” She licked her lips. I nodded. “Why?”
“Why what?” I asked. She arched a brow. “Why do I want to fuck you?” She nodded. “I always want what I can’t have,” my arrogant comment didn’t faze her, but I caught the flicker of interest in her eyes. Silently, I urged her to give in to the desire sweeping her body, evident by the bright tinge to her cheeks. “Whether you decide to reciprocate the gesture or not, I’ll continue to seduce you and youwillgive in. I’m a man who gets what he wants, and I want you.” I tilted my head slightly, my eyes on her bottom lip gripped between her teeth. “Does that turn you on, Ash?”
“Um...I...What makes you think you can have me?” Her flustered evasion made me smile.
“Because I can arouse you without even touching you. Because you may think you don’t need me but I know better. Your need is only the tip of the iceberg of what you actually want.”
“God, you’re conceited.”
“I didn’t claim otherwise.”
“I thought we’re supposed to be friends.”
“And I think we kind of blurred those lines when you kissed me.” I winked. “Twice.”
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“But it did.” I was pushing her to admit her attraction openly. She was a lot more resilient than I gave her credit for and far less drunk than the night at the club. It wouldn’t be me taking advantage, this time, just her begging me.
She rolled her tongue over her bottom lip as if contemplating her next question. “And what makes you think you have or can?”
“Arouse you?” She flared her nostrils either to cover her embarrassment or show her indignation. “I’ve watched you, your reactions forweeks, sweetheart, whether I’m close or not and even when I’ve touched you, kissed you...” I brushed a finger along her lip, she shuddered.
My brow shot up.
She smirked.
“A slight tremble runs through your body. You bite your lip to try and stop it. Sometimes your nipples harden, and you jerk away, flustered. You break eye contact or shift from one foot to the other and my favorite is your cheeks turn a telltale pink. How am I doing so far?”
“Whatever,” she muttered. Her expression a toss-up between a scowl and disbelief.
What are you hiding, sweetheart?“Have you ever explored your sexuality, Ash?”
She squinted at me, her frown deep. I could tell she was trying hard to answer the question in an evasive manner as possible. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
