Chapt 12: Dreaming Reality

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The power behind Ashlyn's kiss shocked Spencer so that he almost lost his hold on himself. Snaking his hand back to the luscious spot, he massaged her and as her lower lips parted he got his first feel of the warm flesh.

For a moment their tongues stopped battling as Ashlyn's breath left her body in a tumultuous rush, but as Spencer urged her silently with his touches her enthusiasm quickly returned. Spencer experimentally tickled her clit and Ashlyn threw her head back, finally breaking their impassioned kiss. she moaned as her body rippled and thrust up towards Spencer's heavenly touch, begging for his entry.

Her thrusts and moans had the desired effect, and Spencer allowed his middle finger to explore her.

Hands that had been too scared before, now clawed at Spencer's exposed back wantonly, but he resisted the temptation to let go. He slowly and carefully mapped and explored the entrance to her body. Soft, warm, wet, my god, so beautiful. Spencer had to steady his breathing when her inner muscles tightened on the single digit; he felt his erection jump hard at the sensation on it's surrogate. He wasn't sure how far he could hold out before his body's more primal instincts took over.

Ashlyn whimpered loudly when he eased his finger out of her, only to gasp harshly when he replaced it, adding a partner. When her body tightened and convulsed as he moved them inside her, he knew he was lost. He gently removed the fingers while he whispered to her his voice heavy and husky, "I need you… now."

Her desperate whimper at the loss was mollified by the knowledge that he would be in her next. The mere thought sent Ashlyn's heart speeding as it had the night they first met, but for drastically different and delightful reasons.

Spencer positioned himself between Ashlyn's spread legs, feeling the heat radiate off of her. Slowly, leaning into her he entered her. Mirrored moans rang through the bedroom as they finally became one.

Ashlyn wrapped her strong legs around Spencer's waist, their hands instinctively intertwined, and lips and tongues locked.

Gingerly, Spencer began to move inside her causing unintelligible, yet erotic, sounds to come from them both.

Ashlyn's internal muscles gripped him and she moved in counter-time to his rhythm. "My god," ragged breath broke her words, "I can… feel you… feel… every twitch… vein… pulse… from the in… …side out."

As they rocked and pressed to each other, Spencer strained to memorize every touch, every ripple, every muscle, every aspect of how her body felt inside. Through his own building release, he noted Ashlyn's breathing begin to hitch, her movements become slightly more erratic and urgent.

"Ashlyn… I can't…"

"Then don't."

Spencer thrust intently and her body squeezed harder, "Oh, yes… just…"

Every stroke Spencer made was rewarded with Ashlyn clamping tighter and tighter on him.

She screamed his name as her entire form was wracked with pleasure and her orgasm flooded her and the sheets.

With the death grip Ashlyn's body had on him, the ripples of her muscles as she spasmed through her orgasm was all it took to send Spencer to completion as well. His release inside her sent another torrent of ecstasy through both their bodies.

Spencer collapsed on top of her. Her arms wrapped protectively and possessively around him.

As they lay together, sweaty and oh, so, fulfilled exchanging soft kisses, they gradually let sleep take them, knowing that neither would be alone in their dreams for a very long time.