“I want you to fuck me. I want you to get a strap-on, and, well, to strap it on. To you. And then fuck me hard. I want to always remember what you feel like inside me, so you can be there always, whenever I think about it.”

“Spencer, I–. You-.” Ashley kept on opening her mouth, hoping one of the millions of bouncing thoughts in her mind would fall out of it, only to close it again, unsuccessful.

“Now who can’t finish their sentences?” Spencer teased. Ashley couldn’t help herself, but mostly because her self needed no help. Unthinking, her body closed the tiny gap between them and Ashley attacked Spencer with a voracious zeal, her hands trying to be everywhere at once, her lips making elastic leaps around Spencer’s lips, neck, and chest.

“You’re not…very…good at this….talking…thing” Spencer managed to choke out between kisses. Ashley pulled back just slightly and stared at Spencer without speaking. After the first moment or two, Spencer started to get uncomfortable, wanted to turn away and break eye contact but couldn’t.

Finally, Ashley said very quietly, but crisply, “Why do you want me to fuck you? Why don’t you want to fuck me?” Her questions had the somber tone of a weighted moment, heavy with it’s own pregnant importance and possibility. Both she and Spencer stayed stone-still, their faces inches from each other, their bodies even closer. This time, Spencer did not stutter as she spoke.

“It wasn’t a decision. It was just how it needed to be.”

“I think I like this side of you.” Ashley intoned. Spencer responded with a needy kiss, her hands sliding across Ashley’s back and she grasped her shirt and pulled it off. “You want me to fuck you, really?”

“Yes” Spencer exhaled.

“The thought of me inside of you, whenever I want, however I want, makes you wet?”

“Yes”

“You know I love you a whole bunch, right?”

“Yes”

“Good. Because I do.” she leaned forward and kissed Spencer on the nose lightly, “Now, I’m in control. You don’t remove my clothing unless I ask you to, unless I tell you to. Got it?”

“Got it” Spencer’s stomach knotted up. It sounded like Ashley had done this before. What had she gotten herself into? Ashley grabbed her hair roughly, but not painfully, and tipped Spencer’s head back, mashing their lips together. Spencer moaned and swayed. Automatically, her hands reached around Ashley’s waist to steady herself. Their lips still fused, Ashley smiled and chuckled disapprovingly.