Ashley unhooks her bra and I stare up at her hungrily. She slips out of her panties and the hunger and heat only grow. Next thing I know, she’s on top of me and my bra and panties are gone. She kisses my neck, knowing it’s my soft spot. With her every spot is a soft spot yes. She puts her thigh between my legs and my back arches at the much needed pressure. I let out a soft moan. Her hands play with my breasts, her fingers running over my nipples and tugging them softly. I’ve never felt so good. How can something feel so good?

One hand finally wanders down my stomach and to my center. A fingers slips between my folds and the heat is overwhelming now. Fuck.
"Fuck," I gasp. Ashley’s eyebrows raise and she grins. Did I say that out loud? Oops. She leans down and nibbles on my lip to show she liked my cussing. Should cuss more often. Her thumb begins massaging my clit and a finger enters me, soon followed by a second. I start to buck towards her touch as her fingers pump in and out me. Her eyes never leave mine. She wants me to feel safe with her, and I do. Her thumb increases pressure on my clit and she curls her fingers gently inside me as I reach the edge.

Then something overcomes me. I moan no I yell and hold at her back, helpless to stop. I feel like my body is filled with sunlight, music is in my head, butterflies in my stomach. What the hell was that I want more. It fades and I am left panting and clutching Ashley. She gently pulls her fingers from me and lays next to me, smiling that nose-crinkling smile. I love that smile I love it I love it.
"I love you," she whispers. I look at her, startled. She has never actually said it before.

Ashley’s POV
I look at Spencer, who is shocked but clearly gleeful. She finally smiles a huge grin, still panting.
"I-i-iloveyoutoo," she stutters out like it’s one word. Adorable she’s adorable.
I scoot closer to her and I pull her into the curve of my body so that her back is fitting perfectly with my front. I entwine my legs with hers. I know she’s exhausted; it was her first time. It was kind of a first time for me, too. The first time I didn’t have sex, but I made love instead. Yes Spencer is more important than anything I know. I smile to myself and I tighten my arm around her as we drift off to sleep together infront of the dimming fire.