Chapter 15: You’re Pulling the Trigger…All Wrong.

Ashley lifted the shirt at a medium speed, letting her knuckles brush against the blonde’s porcelain skin as they traveled upward. God, her skin was insanely soft. The brunette pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and discarded it on the floor next to the couch. She didn’t even have time to admire the girl’s body before lips once again came crashing down on her own. She whimpered from the sudden unexpected impact.

What was the rush? They had all night. Ashley suddenly had a bad feeling, but it was thrown to the back of her mind when the blonde started nibbling her lip again. That, she decided, would be the death of her.

Spencer wrapped her arms around the brunette’s neck. The cotton of the girl’s shirt felt good against her bare skin, and she was lost. Gone away to fantasy land with no wish to return any time soon.

The brunette tore her lips away from Spencer’s attacking mouth and placed small kisses down her jaw line. She made her way to the blonde’s neck, and Spencer tilted her head to the side giving Ashley more to work with. The brunette didn’t disappoint.

Spencer let out a moan as Ashley kissed and licked her way down the exposed skin. She felt the blonde’s pulse point and bit down causing the girl to cry out in a state of slight pain and a sizeable amount of pleasure.

The taller girl pulled Ashley’s face back up to her own level crashing their lips together once again. Spencer could feel the heat rising in her core, and her primal instincts were coming out to play. Her hands flew to the hem of the brunette’s shirt, and it was a surprise that it didn’t rip from the force used. Their lips parted, so the shirt could be lifted up and off. It was soon on the floor next to the other.

Ashley could feel her own heat rising as Spencer kissed her way up her collar bone, biting down occasionally. Who was this girl, and what did she do with her sweet Spencer? Something felt…wrong. Why did this feel wrong? Thoughts were thrown out of the window as the blonde shifted so that her knee applied a sizable amount of pressure to the smaller girl’s centre.