“Lay on the bed Ashley”

I tied each wrist to the head board and straddled her. Her eyes were a dark brow. I played with her breast, kissing her neck, all the while telling her how amazing she looked laying on the bed waiting for me to take her.

“Ashley…Can you feel me licking you, grazing over your clit, exploring the deepest part of you?”

She started squirming on the bed. Her eyes never left mine.

“Do you want my hands?”

I thrust into her.

“Or do you want my tongue?”

I bent my head down and tasted her. She was shivering. I got up and grabbed the champagne out of the mini fridge. I poured some on her body, making sure to lick every drop. By the time I got to her stomach she was yanking the restrains. The heat was coming off her body in waves. Then I dove into her like a fat man loves cake. Her moaning was music to my ears. I felt like a goddess. I let her rest for a few min then I sat on her face and man the years have been fantastic to her. Before her tongue was great but now it should be insured, you know, like the movie stars have the body parts insure, it is priceless. At some point doing the night we forgot about roles and everything else. It was just about me and Ash again and I so missed that feeling. We went at it like animals. All night time stopped. We still were at it until we heard a knock at the door telling us that we had 20 min to get downstairs.

We took a shower and got dressed. We had ten min as Ashley came out the bathroom. She looked so hot in the jean skirt and green halter top. I could not help it, I wanted to ear her one more time. I pushed her up against the door. We kissed for a min then I ran my hand up her skit. She moaned and it just made me hotter. We did not have a lot of time. It teased her.

“Please Spence…” she said.

“What do you want Ash?”

I slowed down my thrust.

“Fuck Spencer! I want you to make me come!”