I didn’t ever want to stop kissing this beautiful girl. Her mouth was intoxicating to me. I have kissed plenty of girls, but kissing Ashley was different. She seemed to know just how I liked it. Her kisses were never sloppy or too hard, always in control and she knew exactly when to use more tongue and increase the tempo to drive me wild. I loved it when kisses were painstakingly slow and erotic and that is exactly how this one was.

I slipped one hand into her hair that was still damp from her shower while the other arm supported my forward leaning position. She still had a hold of the front of my shirt with one hand and other was lightly resting at the drawstrings of my shorts. I was still straddling her with my legs supporting most of my weight so that I was hovering just above her. I could feel the intense heat between our two centers that were so close but not quite touching…it was maddening.

I deepened the kiss. I used more pressure and let my tongue caress before easing up to lightly trace the inside of her lip and tease with a flutter. I felt her hips rising into me and I let some of my weight sink into her. Ashley gasped and broke away slightly from the kiss. I could feel her body pulsing against mine through our clothes.

“How about we head up stairs?” I asked softly. She nodded and smiled up at me. I eased off of her and took her hands to pull her gently to her feet so I could lead her up to the loft.

“Wow, Spencer your bed is huge!” Ashley said as we got to the top of the stairs. It was a California King frame and mattress that I had begged my dad and Glen to muscle up the stairs to the loft three years ago when I started school.

“Much better than the couch don’t you think?” I asked with a wink as I light some candles along my window and on my dresser.

“So that’s how you get the girls up here, huh.” She said teasingly.

“Hey, what ever works!” I replied as I turned out the lamp on my nightstand.