“I want to see you…naked…now.”

I smiled.

She wants me too.

“That can be arranged.”

I removed the sweater first, instantly feeling the chill of the room against my skin. I stood up to remove my jeans, keeping my eye contact with Spencer who simply observed me silently.

“The rest is for you.”

She moved her long, capable fingers to the clasp of my bra, relieving me of the material. But before she could remove my black boy shorts, I grabbed her hand.

“Save something for the second half, Spence. We have all night.”

But I was a hypocrite, as all people standing in front of someone as breathtaking as Spencer are made to be. I unfastened the buttons of her pants and slid them down with cruel and unusual slowness. She whined softly to show her frustration.

“You’ve had me waiting, Ashley. Now just have me.”

I laughed, lowering myself back down on the bed and sliding my fingers over her hot, wet center. She moaned, obviously not expecting the move.

My fingers danced teasing choreography across her underwear, occasionally making their way just under the material but never far enough.

“Ashley…”

“Yeah?” I asked, my voice deep with desire.

"I want you inside…I want you inside me.”

She stared at me, her chest heaving in anticipation, her lips parted and moist, her lower half pressing into my fingers as if she could seduce them and get her way separately of me. I couldn’t deny her anything. Not anymore.

I quickly removed the last barrier and rubbed my thumb over the length of her center. She moaned loudly, fueling…everything. And there would be no more wasting time. Two fingers slid inside her wetness, immediately finding the perfect rhythm. My thumb gently massaged her clit, pressing into her even more every time she bucked her hips.

I kissed her mouth hungrily, our tongues meeting and finding love at first touch. And though it nearly pained me to do it, I removed my lips from hers to gently nibble at her neck, tracing her pulse point with my tongue.

“Fuck…” she sighed, making it sound like the sexiest word my ears had ever taken in.

“Tell me what you want…tell me where you want me,” I whispered into her ear, smiling when her body responded with a shudder of pleasure. We were new lovers after all. And everyone was different. I wanted to please her more than anything in the world.

But she couldn’t answer. She was too far inside that hidden dimension where you can see light with your eyes closed and gravity ceases to exist.

I thrust my fingers harder inside her, avoiding the spot that I knew would send her over the edge and temporarily out of my reality. Instead I planted tiny kisses across her stomach, my tongue dipping inside her belly button. She only met my movements faster, her hips only bucked that much harder. And the noises…

God.

She screamed and moaned and mumbled the sweetest strings of profanity until I finally decided I needed her back with me—in my dimension. I curled my fingers and pressed down harder on the bundle of nerves beneath my thumb.

“Ashley…” she managed before my fingers were coated in her reaction, and her body rode waves of pleasure until finally she collapsed.

I gathered her shaking body in my arms and held her. We were silent for several moments. I wanted the first words to be hers.

“You…”

“Me?” I asked innocently, kissing her neck.

“You belong in this bed. I have no idea why this hasn’t happened until now.”

“We were fighting, remember?”

“We were stupid.”

“We got it together though…when it counted.”

“You’re so going to get it when I’m not all…paralyzed with pleasure.”

“That’s like the title of every local band’s CD, you know. I’m almost sure of it.”

Spencer laughed, “It’s a serious thing. Your fingers are gifted…prodigies.”

“Prodigies?”

“Totally.”

“Wow, and to think that they chose you.”

“I chose you, Ashley Davies. Don’t forget.”