Ashley pinched my side.
“Don’tlaughat me,” he said, eyesglittering with amusement. “You’re supposed to be sympathetic.Oh Ashley, yourpoor ass, can I kiss it better for you?”
“This washowmany years ago?” I raised aneyebrow.
“Almost ten,” he admitted. “It’sthe memory that counts.”
“Uh huh.” I grinned at him.
I loved this.
Not just the part where Iwas naked and he was slowly stroking my cock to full hardness, but the teasingand the warmth and all the things that’d never quite been there with anyone else.
Weclicked.
I wasn’t giving thatup. I couldn’t. I’d never forgive myself.
Ashley kissed me again, andI promised myself I’d worry about that later.
Right now, there was abeautiful man offering to satisfy my curiosity about being well and trulyfucked, and I planned on enjoying that.
“Bed,” Ashley ordered,pecking me on the lips before stepping away, heading for his bag on the floor.
I didn’t need to betold twice.
“Lie on your stomach,” headded. “Grab a pillow and put it under your hips. Two, if you want.”
I wasn’t about toargue. Ashley knew what he was doing, and if all he wanted me to do was liethere and take it, that worked for me.
He could have whatever hewanted.
The bed creaked as he joinedme, kneeling between my spread legs, the fabric of his sweatpants brushingagainst my naked skin, sending prickles of pleasure up the inside of my thighs.
No one had ever reallytouched me there before.
“This is such a good lookfor you,” Ashley said, leaning over me.
The first kiss landed on theback of my neck, Ashley’s knee nestled against the curve of my ass as heleaned forward, a subtle reminder of where this was headed.
“I mean, my ass is stillbetter, but your ass isnice, too,”he said, squeezing it one-handed as he pressed another kiss further down,nipping at the same spot before shuffling back, kissing again.
Relaxing me, I thought. Heknew I’dneed it. That extra little push to get over the hurdle of having someone’sfingers—someone’scock—up my ass.
My eyes fell closed as hecontinued, soft kisses and gentle bites all the way down my spine until he cameto the base, pausing.
He had both hands on my assnow, massaging deep and hard into tense muscles, making me rock against thebedsheets beneath me for a little friction on my hard cock.
I wasn’t freaking outabout having my butt touched. Imighthave, but I wasn’t.
Because it was Ashley.
Everything was okay with himaround.
My face burned as I felt thetouch of cool air against my hole, Ashley parting my cheeks with surprisinglystrong thumbs. He was looking at me, and I squirmed under his gaze, exposed andvulnerable. Physicallyandemotionally.
“Pretty,” Ashley murmured. Iheard him wet his lips, felt the mattress shift as he moved again. I couldnever have done this with a stranger. Too little control, too much exposure.
But Iwantedit withAshley. More than anything.
