"So lovely," Ashley whispered while her fingertip brought down the second strap. When Spencer was naked to the waist, her mouth ranged down slowly, though with Spencer’s hands in her hair she urged her down.

With lips parted, Ashley sought the peak of her breast. Spencer arched, pressing her down. She wanted Ashley to be greedy, wanted to feel the rough scrape of her tongue. When she did she could no longer be still. Her body vibrated with the beat of a hundred tiny pulses. Desire, raw and primitive, tore through her with the power to obliterate all but one thought — she want Ashley now — Seeking pleasure, Spencer moved under her, letting her hands roam.

Ashley abandoned gentleness because Spencer wanted none. It had always driven her wild when her passion was unleashed. She had no inhibitions, no shame. When they came together like this Spencer was all fire, and as dangerous as the lightning in the night sky. Ashley wasn’t even aware of her control slipping away. Hard-palmed hands run bruisingly over tender skin. Short, manicured nails dug into strong shoulders. Her breathing was ragged when she tore the garment from her.

Spencer gave Ashley no time to view her nakedness. Her fingers were busy, struggling to remove the last barrier of Ashley’s clothing. Their frantic movements took them over the bed, tangling in the sheets. Her skin was damp and trembling, but her hands were so strong, and so certain. There could be no more waiting.

She almost cried in pleasure when their centers finally touched each other, then Ashley’s fingers entered her. She was so wet, so aroused that she knew it wouldn’t take long before she had her first orgasm of the night.

Sudden disappointment flashed through Spencer when Ashley withdrew her fingers, then, Ashley grabbed and pulled her towards her, they were so close together that they seemed fuse, all parts of their body touching each other – lips to lips, breast to breast, clit to clit – Time seemed to stand still but when Ashley started grinding against her, all else is forgotten, there’s neither past nor future, there’s only now. Then Spencer was wrapped around Ashley—legs, arms. Her mouth fastened on hers. The storm crashed directly overhead. They rose with it.