Chapter Twenty-Seven
Danica
We went down to my apartment, kissing all the way, and once we were inside, I immediately tugged Ashley toward my bed.
One of the perks of living in a studio apartment: easy access to the bed, no matter where the kissing started.
We tumbled onto the bed and made out, clinging to one another, until he suddenly broke away and panted, “I can’t fucking stand it. Take off your dress.”
I kind of laughed, this giddyI-can’t-believe-this-amazing-thing-is-happeninglaugh.
Then we got me all undressed and he went down on me, fast. Like he buried his face between my legs before I knew what was happening. Before I could gethisclothes off.
My sexy underwear barely even got a cursory glance.
This time, he was kneeling beside me on the bed, facing down, so he was eating me upside-down. His pierced tongue was all over my clit, andwow…
I fell back on the bed. He was still fully dressed, even though I’d tried to peel off his shirt. Why was he still wearing his shirt? I clawed at it desperately as I panted… Stupid, stupid shirt.
I wiggled myself closer to him… As close as I could get. I ran my hand up inside his shirt, over his gorgeous body… his soft skin and the thick muscles beneath, the ripples of his ribs. I ran my other hand up his thigh and touched his dick, the hard ridge in his pants.
Damn, he was hard.
I brushed my fingers up and down his shaft a few times.
Then his hand came down on mine and gently moved it away.
“Sorry…” I whispered.
Then he lashed my clit with his tongue and I moaned, writhing against him. I snaked my arm around his hard thigh, grabbed at his ass, balled his shirt up in my fist. “Please…” I begged.
Ashley was merciless, though, and clearly didn’t care that I wanted him naked before I came.
I started to come, and I bit his thigh, smothering a scream.
“Ah,fuck…” he groaned against my pussy.
I was thrashing around in bliss and all I could do was latch myself tighter around his rock-hard body. His hips moved in a frustrated rhythm as he kinda humped my arm and the bed. I yanked the fistful of his shirt toward me and locked my arm around his thigh, my thighs wrapped around his head as I came.
He licked all my juices up as I trembled, like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted. “Holy fuck.”
When I went limp, he fell over on his side. Both of us lay there, shuddering, halfway entangled. Destroyed.
Wait.Why was he destroyed?
“What just happened?” I asked in a daze, when I could actually speak again.
“Uh, we both just came.”
“Oh my God,” I panted. “How? I wasn’t even touching you…”
He laughed, a strangled, destroyed sound. “Your pussy was all over my face.”
“I know, but…”
“I could probably get off just watching you touch yourself, with nothing touching me at all.”
