Ch. 8 Spencer’s POV

            Morning came all too soon, and I was awakened by Ashley’s butterfly kisses on my forehead. I smiled, still refusing to open my eyes. She had held me the entire time we slept. Her arms made me feel so safe, so secure, and most importantly, so loved. “Spence-y poo, wake up. Don’t you want to get up? It’s such a beautiful day. We can go down to the pool later…” she said, trying to persuade me to wake up. “Mmph.” I simply kept my head on her chest and began massaging her left breast, rolling her nipple and pulling on it with my fingers. “Don’t start anything you can’t finish, babe.” She growled into my ear. She then began kissing my earlobe and licking it, a testament to how turned on I was making her. I opened my eyes and grinned evilly at her before taking her soft right nipple into my mouth, looking up at her the entire time. Ashley hissed in pleasure, squeezing my ass as she began to squirm under me. I loved seeing the subtle play of her muscles as she moved underneath me.

I ran my other hand down her goddess-like body, tracing every curve, enjoying the feel of her skin. Ashley was such a seductress; I couldn’t help but want to have her like this. It was like she had cast a spell on me; I fell for her hard without even knowing it, and now I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her. I needed her. Ashley was like a drug, and I was helplessly addicted. I had no intention of quitting this addiction either, because it felt so good to be with her. She may have been like a drug, but she was like a good one, if that makes any sense. “Spencer, you make me so horny…” she groaned, lifting her hips off the bed. She grabbed my left hand and guided it to her sopping wet and heated pussy. I stopped sucking on her pert nipple and began kissing my way down south. “Wow Ashley, are you always like this every morning?” I asked curiously. Ashley watched me kiss my way down her breasts to her beautiful toned abs, grazing her skin softly with the tips of my nails. “You make me get this way.” She growled in response. I continued to kiss every inch of her radiant skin. “Mmmm… Ashley, your skin tastes like caramel.” I mumbled as I got close to her needy center. “I’m about to put what I learned yesterday from you to the test, Professor Davies. Are you ready?” I taunted, smirking like a cat that just ate a canary.