“Jesus Christ,” I moan aloud.

“Ashley Davies,” she corrects, smiling into a kiss pressed into my lips.

She moves her body down so her head is situated between my thighs. She takes a long lick, dragging her tongue from the bottom of my opening to the top, and then circling around my slit multiple times. By now, I pretty much can’t breathe, and my hands are gripping handfuls of white sheets. She notices this and reaches her left hand up to hold my right one, intertwining our fingers. She wraps her lips around my clit and sucks hard while teasing it with her soft tongue. She then drags her tongue back down through my folds and wastes no time plunging it into my center. My eyes shoot open and I let out a loud moan as her tongue strokes my inner walls while she thrusts it inside of me slowly.

I reach my free hand down to grab her head and pull her face to face with me. I crash her lips into mine, tasting myself on her tongue. I pull back and whisper against her lips. “Please, Ashley, I need your fingers inside me.”

I notice that her eyes are so dark, they’re almost black. She trails her right hand back down my body and runs her fingers up and down my wetness as I shut my eyes tight. After capturing my lips in a kiss, she says, “Look at me, Spencer. I want to watch you cum.” I open my eyes halfway and look up at her.

God, she’s beautiful.

She places a soft kiss on my lips and whispers, “God, you’re beautiful,” before entering me with two fingers. My eyes open completely and I let out a strangled cry as she moves inside of me. Her fingers stroke my walls slowly, and I know I’m close, but I need more. I struggle with my words as I tell her what I need.

“Ashley, fuck. Please…please…I need…”

Her lips move to my ear and I can feel her hot breath as she speaks. “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you want.”