Her eyes slowly open and she sets her sights on me. For a moment, the room goes still. “Clayton.” Her soft moan fills the quiet room as her eyes close when she feels my fingers grazing her naval and inching closer to where she wants me to go.
Lowering myself, I kiss the tops of her thighs and brush my finger along the slit of her opening. Her body responds to my touch, and I inch closer until my lips are on her wet clit. I suck gently, tasting her, and parting her lips to slide my finger inside her warmth. She’s wet and her breathing is getting louder. I continue to stroke her and suck on her clit.
“Please,” she begs with pure desperation, as her fingers play with my hair, gripping it tightly, and spreading her legs wider for me. “Keep going.”
Her arousal coats my tongue. Everything about her is addicting. Her smell. Her sounds. How she tastes. I’m never going to get enough. My throbbing cock pushes against my jeans, but I need to make her orgasm before I let it out. I can barely take it. Pumping my fingers harder and faster, Ashley’s body lifts from the bed slightly and I feel her pussy dripping onto my tongue, and I know she’s found her release. Not wanting to waste any time, I quickly get up and unbutton my jeans, taking them off, along with my briefs, when I remember I didn’t bring a condom.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I didn’t plan for anything to happen tonight, so I didn’t come prepared.
“What?”
I chuckle and run my hand down my face, trying to remember if I saw a convenient store nearby. “So I wasn’t planning on this happening. I didn’t bring a condom.”
“It’s fine.” She jumps up and goes to her closet. I hear some noises and wonder what she’s doing. Ashley comes back to the bed and hands me the condom. “My roommate got me a club pack for my birthday as a joke. I was mortified, but now I have to thank her tomorrow for being brilliant.”
“She might be my new best friend.” Even in the darkness of the room, I can see her smile.
Damn. That smile is going to be the end of me.
Without wanting to miss any more time, I get on the bed with her and gently slide my hard cock inside her, instantly feeling her tightness grip my length. Pausing for a moment so she can adjust to my size, I hear her soft moan, and slide further inside her. Her nails grip my shoulders and I lean down to kiss her, my tongue delving into her mouth, muting her screams. It pushes me to go faster, gripping her hips and quickening my pace.
Breaking our kiss, my lips touch her cheek and on her neck beneath her ear. Her breathing speeds and I know she’s close. Her second release gives me mine as I groan her name and feel the waves of my own orgasm flow through me.
I slowly move out of her and leave her on the bed to find her bathroom. When I come back into the room, I take a moment to stop in my tracks and admire this woman. Noticing she’s lying there, waiting for me, I climb back into bed with her, taking her blanket and covering us both.
“Tell me something no one knows,” she whispers against my chest.
“I didn’t think I’d feel this way. The way I do now. It’s not making sense to me, but I don’t care.”
Without pause she responds back, “Stay with me tonight.”
“I’m not leaving.”
Her body is resting against mine. We’re quiet and this is the first time in a while I’ve felt at peace.
Peace.
I like that idea.
“Tell me more about yourself. I want to know everything.”
Her laugh fills my ears and it’s the most beautiful sound. If I could make a soundtrack of her laughter, I would play it over again.
“I’m not sure where to start. We’ve talked about so much tonight.”
I play with her hair, resting my chin on top of her head, and feel her fingers entwining with mine.
“You’re right. I want to see you again.” The honesty coming out of me isn’t scaring me or making me want to run for the hills. “If that’s okay with you.”
“I’d like that.” She snuggles closer to me. “I’d like that a lot.”
The next morning, I leave her a note on her nightstand, and hurry out of the apartment and into my car. There’s a Starbucks close by. I’m making a guess and assuming she’ll want latte and muffin.
There’s a drive-through so I don’t have to get out. The line is long, but it goes quickly. After placing my order and driving to the window, I pay with my credit card, and speed back to the apartment.
I pull out her key and use it to get back in. It seems a little creepy that I’m walking back inside without her inviting me. I don’t think too much of it. She knows I’m coming back.
When I walk back into her bedroom, she’s still sleeping and hasn’t moved. I sit on the side of the bed, moving her hair from her face, and admiring how peaceful she looks.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I hate to wake her, but I don’t want her drinking cold coffee. “I have a surprise for you.”
“It’s too early,” she mumbles. “Sunday’s are meant to be lazy.”
I lean over and kiss her forehead. “But I have breakfast for you.”
“Muffin?” She slowly opens her eyes and sees the bag in my hand. “How did you guess?”
Another point under my name. “That’s my secret.” I tap the tip of her nose.
Ashley sits up on her bed and smiles. “Oh, we have secrets now?”
“Never. I hate secrets. I saw a box of packaged muffins on your counter and since you had a lavender latte the other day, I simply put two and two together. If I can be honest, since the first day we started talking, I made it my mission to make sure I knew everything about you. Am I doing okay?”
“More than okay.” She leans over and our lips meet. Kissing her feels good. She feels good.
Chapter Five
Ashley
The weeks pass and the connection with Clayton gets stronger. I can’t explain it. We get each other and we have more in common than we thought. After work, he’s either at my apartment or I’m at his. We hang out with Gina a lot. She’s become our third wheel and Clayton never complains.
My mom is anxious to meet him. We’re planning on seeing her soon, but since it’s the start of preseason, his schedule’s making it hard to plan anything.
“You hungry?”
Clayton looks up from his laptop and looks at his watch. “I didn’t realize it was getting late. What do you feel like having?”
“I’m up for anything. Takeout again?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” He gets up from the chair and heads to the kitchen to retrieve menus from some of our favorite places.
Our favorite places.
I didn’t think we’d get as close as we are in a short amount of time. I’m not complaining and I like the speed we’re going.
“What about a burger?”
I think about it for a moment. “I had a burger for lunch. What about Chinese?”
“Had that with Will today.” He flips through a few more menus. “Italian?”
“I can go for pasta,” I excitedly say. “Are you getting carbonara again?”
“It’s like you don’t know me.” He laughs and places our orders online. “While we wait, I figured I should tell you that this season is going to get crazy.”