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Here’s the deal.

I’m a grown up. Thirty-five years old, in fact. It’s not like I’m some fifteen-year-old seeing my first pair of breasts before. However, it still gets me excited. I’m a boob guy. Can’t help it. And Ashley just so happens to have a fantastic pair of full breasts. Not too large. Not too small. Just right. Perfect, in fact.

Watching her breasts move around does something to me I’m incapable of hiding presently because, well, I’m naked. And brushed teeth or not, I’m going in.

I jump onto the bed and straddle her, bending over and taking one of her nipples right into my mouth. Her laughter stops abruptly and she moans, threading her fingers through my hair.

“Nik,” she whispers. It’s not a warning. It’s not disgust. It is, however, encouraging. She likes it. Scratch that. She freakinglovesit.

I remember this from last night now. She’s sensitive. Her nipples are, anyway. And that’s very fortunate for me because it’s one of my favorite kinds of foreplay. I could spend significant time with breast and nipple play.

When I flick my tongue over the tip and bite down gently, she arches her back and presses herself into me. “Holy crap, Nik.”

I know.

Switching to the other side, I cup the breast I was just playing with and press it against her other. I rub my thumb over the tip and she cries out then shutters through a groan. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life, and I’m not just saying that. It’s the truth.

“You like that?” I ask, even though I know the answer. The way she’s squirming and the sounds she’s making tells me everything I want to know. But, I want to hear her say it. Maybe it’s a pride thing.

“Goodness yes.”

I grin and kick it up a notch, giving her all I’ve got. My hips decide on their own they want to join the party and start moving and shifting against her.

Dry humping.

I’m dry humping the shit out of Ashley and it’s amazing. She winds her legs around my waist, locking them together at her ankles and I raise my head to look down at her. We’re naked so this dry humping isn’t all that dry at all and my dick is actually sliding through her slick folds.

Dang, this feels good. Too good.

I can’t stop moving but she doesn’t seem to mind one bit because she’s moving right along with me. I honestly can’t remember the last time I did this with a woman, especially one I apparently already had sex with, but I think I’ve been missing out. I lift my head to look down at her, my arms braced beside her head so I’m hovering above her.

Cheeks flushed.

Eyes glazed over.

Head tipped back so her chin is raised.

Mouth open as she sucks in air.

She’s thoroughly enjoying this just like I am.

“Do I need to stop?” I ask, feeling like I should. It would kill me but I kind of took without asking here and I need to be a gentleman. Give her a chance to stop this before it continues to more.

“I’ll kill you,” she growls.

“Thank fuck.”

“Inside. Get inside me now.”

“You sure?”

She nods rapidly and I don’t hesitate. I shift and then with what might have been too much force, I drive into her tight, wet heat and I’m in straight up heaven. I’m so angry that I don’t have a full memory of this last night because it’s never felt this good before and I’m sure it was last night, too.

We go at each other with all the excitement of college kids on their first spring break beach vacation. I pull her leg up and lay it on my shoulder, driving in deeper and harder. Her other leg is bent and trembling.Trembling.It’s that good that her body is shaking, mine is, too. Our sexual chemistry together is magical. Mind-blowing.

I have no idea why her ex couldn’t bring her to orgasm, but he must have been a complete dud in the sack because Ashley is a spitfire. She’s wild and eager, and has me so keyed up I feel like I could explode already. But I won’t. I want her to come all around me and I won’t stop until that happens. Maybe it did last night already but that’s a distant memory that I can’t drag up for the life of me so it’s time to make some new ones.

Maybe Ashley and I just needed to let off some steam with someone new. A way to get over our last failed relationships.

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