“Was that your stomach?” She chuckled after a low grumble fled my body, not so subtly announcing that I had watched enough football and needed food. “How about I cook?”
I stood from the couch and stretched. “I can order take out.”
“Joshua, I just offered to make you a home-cooked meal. I am offended that you would rather buy dinner than let me cook,” she scoffed, and threw a cushion at me as I walked to the lamp in the corner and switched it on, since late afternoon was now turning into early evening.
“Don’t get your panties in a knot.” I laughed. “Have at my kitchen. I don’t know what food I’ve got in there though.”
Ashlyn jumped off the couch excitedly and rushed into my kitchen. Her dress moved around her thighs as she hurried, and I groaned as the briefest flash of light blue panties filled my sight. Jesus Christ, my hand was going to get a good work out this week, and those lace blue panties would be tonight’s visualization.
I leaned against the door frame and watched. Ashlyn hummed to herself as she opened the fridge and popped her hip out to the side. “You have beer, left over Chinese food, and something that kind of resembles watermelon. How do you have that kind of body when you have a fridge that looks like this?”
Everything froze as she realized what she had just said. Her cheeks flushed and, as quickly as she said it, she dismissed it. With a shake of her head, she closed the fridge and rushed back into the living room, then grabbed her bag from the table.
“I’m going to run to the store and get some things for dinner.”
“I’ll come with you.” I switched off the television and started looking for my keys.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll be like thirty minutes.”
“I’ll go for a run then, but call or text me if you need anything.”
An hour later, I entered my apartment and was greeted by a cock-twitching sight. Ashlyn was lying curled up on the couch, completely out of it. My eyes trailed over her sleeping form and took in her shapely legs that were covered in black tights. Then I realized she was wearing the hoodie that I had taken off before I left the apartment for my run. My stomach clenched at the sight of her in my clothes. It was immediate arousal; an instant ache in my cock that begged for relief. As quietly as I could, I placed my keys on the coffee table and headed down the hall to grab a shower. I striped out of my sweat-drenched shirt and sweat pants, and stepped into the scolding hot shower. Fuck me. Ashlyn hadn’t even been in my apartment for three hours, and all I could focus on was the glimpse of her panties and the curve of her ass in those tights. I was going to be on the edge of orgasm all week at this rate. I rested my head against the tiles, and my hand ran over my stomach as I soaped up my body. My breathing increased. I wrapped my hand around my cock in a tight grip and began stroking feverishly. Immediately, Ashlyn flooded my thoughts, and the best night of my life thus far appeared.
“You won’t hurt me,” Ashlyn’s soft voice begged. I hovered over her, my cock screaming at me to slide into her and take everything she was willing to give me. The candles were a hit, and they were providing the perfect backdrop for the intimate act I was seconds away from performing. The look on Ashlyn’s face when the first flick of candlelight hit the room was something I wouldn’t forget for as long as I lived. “I want this, Josh.”
I wasn’t sure why I was hesitating. A hot girl—no, scrap that—a beautiful girl was lying beneath me, naked, panting, and begging for me to take her. And I was hesitating. Her nipples were puckered, pink, and enticing. I leaned down and took one into my mouth, swirling my tongue and treating it like it was my favorite type of candy. Her moans of pleasure soothed my anxious body, and shot straight to my aching cock. My hand traveled down her body, and my fingertips dug into the flesh of her womanly hips as I went down to her pussy. I hissed against her nipple as I slid my finger through her slickness. She was so fucking wet. I couldn’t deny any longer that she wanted this.
“I’m going to try my hardest not to hurt you. Tell me if I’m too rough.”
Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her virgin pussy. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and gently eased myself in. Her moan of pleasure was all I needed as a motivator. I hit the barrier, and finally found her eyes. There was no fear, concern, or pain looking back at me. She was inviting me. She wanted me. She trusted me. With one thrust, I took her most prized possession, and at the same time, she took my heart.
One hand gripped my aching cock, while the other rested on the glass wall of the shower as memories hit me like a freight train. As the water beat down on me, my hand worked my cock in rough, forceful movements. Up and down, squeezing and releasing. Her face and body were forever etched in my mind. Ashlyn fucking Hart, the girl I had, the girl I lost, and the girl I wanted. My hand worked in rhythm with the intense beating of my heart. My broken breathing was lost in the rush of water, and my head dropped and rested against the glass next to my hand. Her face flashed before me, followed by her hips and legs, covered only by those tight-as-fuck tights, and that was all it took. The muscles in my stomach tightened and my breathing ceased to exist. My cock throbbed violently in my hand one last time, and I came with a low, deep grunt.
I washed away the evidence and finished off in the shower as I got my breathing under control. My head was thrashing around in a dangerous torrent, while my body was floating in pure relaxation. Blowing my load with Ashlyn Hart on the mind seemed to relieve every ounce of tension I had.
After pulling on a pair of clean sweats and leaving my chest bare, I stepped back into the living room and looked straight to the couch. Ashlyn still lay curled up, and it looked like she hadn’t moved an inch. I left sleeping beauty and made my way to the kitchen as my stomach grumbled to life. My fridge had gone from empty to full capacity. It looked like Ashlyn bought the whole store out.
I pulled out chicken, cream, and mushrooms from the fridge, then I grabbed pasta from the pantry and began preparing what I hoped she wanted. It had been a long time since I cooked for a woman. The last time was for Sadie, my huge fucking mistake. Convenience was the only way to describe our relationship. We dated for nine months. In that time, she got her parents off her back, and I got nothing but a huge credit card debt and regular sex. I never loved her, because my heart was shut for business and would only reopen for one woman. Eventually, she found herself a sixty year-old sugar daddy and I was free. There definitely wasn’t a heartbreak story. We both served a purpose, got what we needed, and then moved on.
“Shit, what time is it?” A soft voice sounded from the living room.
I glanced over as Ashlyn rose from the couch and stretched tall, allowing just a hint of her stomach to show. Quickly, she spun and looked into the kitchen. The minute she found me, her eyes widened.
“Oh my god. Josh, I was meant to cook.” She rushed into the kitchen and stood next to me. “I think I’ve earned title of worst houseguest ever.”
“Ashy, its fine. I haven’t cooked for a woman in a long time, so tonight’s on me. You can cook every other night you’re here.” I shot her a wink and continued stirring the pot.
“I remember you cooking this when we were in college, and then we watched a movie and drank cheap wine. I’ll never forget that hangover. I swore off wine that night, but clearly that was a lie.” She laughed softly at the memory. “What can I do to help?”