Chapter 6b – The Party Aftermath Part Two           

To say I was excited would be an understatement.

            It was like a combination of anxiety, excitement, and apprehension balled into one.  I was solicitous to say the least.

            We had begun kissing again; Ashley’s hands finding the zipper of my dress and dragging it down.  The sound cut through the air filled with nothing besides our haggard breathing.  I could feel her warm hands glide down my back and up again, rounding my shoulders to let the dress fall down and gather around my waist.  My bare skin was suddenly melting into hers; her hard nipples pressed against mine.

            She stopped kissing me, pushing me up and popping one of my breasts into her mouth.  I just watched her head move up and down, marveling at the fact that she seemed so into this.  Without stopping or looking up, she reached for my hand and guided it down to her core, letting me feel how wet she was.  She was still cumming.  She then brought my coated fingers back up and only then did she stop licking my nipples to suck all of her cum off of my ring and middle finger.  I watch, wide-eyed, amazed at how turned on this girl was making me.  When she finished, she licked the corners of her mouth and grinned.  I smiled back, before attacking her lips again, trying to tell her with my kiss how she was making me feel, because words were defiantly not cutting it. 

            She was smooth.  Having never broken the kiss, somehow she maneuvered me onto the bed with her, with my legs straddled around her waist, my dress still crumpled around my midsection.  She had her hand buried in my hair, pushing the back of my head, as we rocked back and forth against each other.  This alone was about to make me explode…just a few more seconds…But Ashley had different plans.

            “Oh no, you’re not going to cum that easy Baby,” Ashley hissed in my ear, nibbling on my lobe.  The rocking abruptly stopped and I almost growled at the sudden cease in pleasure, until Ashley slipping a sender finger in me, not missing a beat.  My breath hitched and she started to pump slowly.  With every other stroke, she would slip another finger inside of me until she stopped at three.