“Do you wanna keep going, Spence, or take it slow baby?”

Spencer’s heart beat like a rabbit as she met Ashley’s love-filled eyes. Doubts whirled in her head: was this just a one night thing? Was Ashley about to do what Spencer thought she was going to do? What if Ashley didn’t like her– down there?

“Um–” Spencer stalled. Ashley kissed her stomach a bit higher up.

“Spence, this night is all about you and all I wanna do is make you happy, whatever that is to you. We can go further, stay here, go back; we can go anywhere.” Ashley paused and took a breath, letting the meaning of her small speech sink into the warm California night. “Whatever you want to do tonight is satisfaction guaranteed,” Ashley added, waggling her eyebrows in an attempt to put Spencer at ease.

“I wanna do this Ash.”

“Are you sure princess?” Ashley reiterated, taking Spencer’s fingers and gently kissing her knuckles, never tearing her eyes off Spencer’s blues.

“Make me yours Ash.” Spencer breathed, gently lifting her hips up for the bronzed rockstar.

Ashley kissed the silk-covered mound.

“Okay Angel. You can change your mind anytime.”

Judging by Spencer’s already glassy eyes, Ashley doubted it would come to that.

Spencer felt a feathery touch as Ashley gently hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties. The more experienced girl did not remove her own.

Scooting down the bed, Ashley slid the panties down the buttery thighs, off the slender ankles and tossed them absently behind her, eyes on Spencer’s gorgeous mound the whole time.

Spencer was completely exposed now and felt Ashley’s smouldering, dark eyes transfixed on her mound. She closed her thighs shyly.

As if reading her thoughts, Ashley slid up the silky legs again, planting a kiss on the golden curls topping Spencer’s mound.

“Don’t be shy,” she soothed. Spencer’s muscles relaxed unconsciously and her legs parted a little.

After making sure Spencer was alright with everything, Ashley started back above Spencer’s knees, working her soft mouth slowly up Spencer’s thighs, building arousal. When she came to the juncture of Spencer’s thighs, she kissed the insides. The vanilla-raspberry scent of Spencer’s Hot Couture underlain by the girl’s musky arousal was making Ashley positively high. The black heat of the summer night didn’t help her situation.