“Upstairs.” I manage to say through the kiss, already making my way into a standing position, never breaking the kiss. Making it more difficult, but never breaking.

Until it gets too hard to maintain.

We both are finally on our feet; I’m so ready for what’s to come as I lead Ashley into the open door. She breaks our kiss so she’s able to close the door behind her.

She closes it so extremely slow, but when she’s done she turns to face me with a smile. I hold out my hand waiting for her to accept it, and when she does I waste no time in leading her up the stairs to her room.

I’m practically pulling her along with me; I can tell she enjoys getting me riled up because she can’t seem to get rid of the smirk playing on her face.

As soon as we reach her room the roles are completely reversed, she’s initiating everything. She’s placing kisses all along my jaw, and neck aggressively as we make our way to her bed. When I know we’re close I immediately switch our positions as I gently push her down on the bed.

She’s sitting there, peering up at me with nothing but love and all I can to is smile. I let her hands go so that I can quickly take off my soaked shirt, leaving me in my bra. Her touch sends shivers throughout my whole body as she traces every inch of skin on my bare torso.

I straddle her waist and grab her hands, placing them around my waist holding me in place. I look down at her, admiring every one of her features as she brings her hand up to my face pushing back a loose, wet strand of hair behind my ear. I smile, then within seconds close the distance between her and I in a passionate, loving kiss. I cup her face angling my head so I can let my tongue roam around her mouth just feeling, searching, adoring.

I let my hands leave her face as they make their way down to the hem of her shirt, tugging at it gently. She takes the hint and lets me raise the wet wife beater over her head, breaking the kiss for only a second until our lips become reacquainted.