She looked unsure, but in the end, she agreed, and thats when I knew for sure that she trusted me completely. I slowly placed my fingers inside her mouth and it took all the engery in my body to calm myself down when I gawked at her, sucking herself on my fingers.

"Do I get a taste?"

I had to hold in my laughter when she started nodding her head up in down, so very fast. She needed me so bad. I leaned my head in between her legs and right away, she traps me there with her thighs. Ive never felt more turned on. Knowing that I’m about to make Spencer moan, scream, come and her thighs are wrapped aounrd my head, pulling me in, begging for more.

My toungue runs down her slit and she begins to pant. I trace circles around her hardened clit, but never touch it. She tasted so wonderful. I finally give in to her when I attach my mouth to her erect bundle of nerves and begin sucking.

"Oh, fuckkkkk," she stresses the last word.

"God, baby, youre so turned on, aren’t you? Tell me that you love this."

"I love this!" She kinda shouts it.

I dont stop her when she starts pulling on my hair. It feels nice, as I do like it rough and hard. Knowing that she cannot control herself, that needs to pull on me, turns me on so much. I can feel myself dripping, but again, this is about Spencer. Though, I figure its alright to let her know how wet she makes me. I place my soaked center against her thigh and she gasps.

"Oh, Ash, baby, you’re so wet."

I dont say anything,   but I do grind against her leg for a few minutes, to release some of the tension. Then, I just go back between her legs and trace patterns over her hole with my toungue. She whimpers and I can feel her body begin to shake. ‘Ash, I need more, please."

"Tell me what you want."

"Make love to me," she says honestly, and thats the moment I stop to just gaze into her eyes. She’s so beautiful, I really mean that.

I slip one finger inside of her, not wanting to cause her any pain or discomfort. I move in it and out, making sure to be as gentle as possible. I dont think she was in any harm because the look on her face remained the same. She had that ‘just fuck me look’ still. Still, I didnt want to just yet, so I reached over and kissed her again. It was meaningful and that kiss held all my feelings and emotions. It told us both something. It told us that it doenst get anymore real then this.