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"Exclusivity is called a relationship, Ash. That's not what this is. You can sleep with other people and so can I, but we need to be safe and smart about it."
As much as I hate to admit it, hearing her talk about hooking up with someone else makes my hands turn into fits, dropping from where they were dancing along her skin.
"Anything else?" I try to keep the tone in my voice from sounding annoyed at rule two but I don't think it works.
"We should set boundaries for when we are - or aren't - available for sex. Do you want a schedule set up so that we are getting the most out of our arrangement?"
"Do I want to schedule sex?" I can't help but laugh at that. "Doesn't that take some of the fun away from it? If it's scheduled then am I not allowed to see how sexy you look washing a plate and take you right then and there?" I push her back against the counter, my erection against her stomach.
"I didn't say that there can't be other times that things happen, but a schedule would at least let you know when I won't be available in case you need to line someone else up to take care of your needs."
The way she talks about it - so regimented - makes sense considering all the rules she has in place for the apartment as well. Is there any part of her life that she doesn't constrict with rules?
"There will literally never be a time that I don't want it so my schedule is open one hundred percent. If you feel like you need to tell me when not to pursue things, you do that. I can take no for an answer if you give it to me straight. I can handle rejection." Not that I have much experience with it, but I can respect the wordnoif it's thrown at me. I run my thumb along her bottom lip. I already ate breakfast but I am suddenly starving again, craving a taste of her.
"I will. Alright, no schedule. We will just ... wing it?"
"Does the idea of not having a plan really freak you out that much?"
"Yeah, kinda." She admits, her confession real and raw.
"Let me take your mind off it then." My lips find hers instantly, her body connecting with mine in as many places as possible. My hands are wrapped around her waist, and hers are tangled in my hair. I tuck my hands under her ass, my knees bending to allow me to lift her onto the counter next to the refrigerator, her legs parting perfectly to allow me to fit in between them as I continue my meal of her lips.
"Wait, I might have one more rule." Melanie manages to say through her breathy moans into my mouth.
"What's that?" I ask against her neck.
"No sex in the kitchen."
"What? That's a silly rule, the kitchen makes up like half of our small ass apartment. How about just no sex on the dining room table?" I attempt to barter with her, the counter the perfect height for me to slip into her if there wasn't any clothing between us and I don't want to rule this position out.
"We can't fuck in the kitchen, Ashton. It's just wrong!" I try to argue but my resolve is wavering the more he runs his tongue along my body, planting kisses on my neck and moving his way to my chest.
"It's not sanitary to have bodily fluids around food, come on." I attempt to persuade him again.
"Agree to disagree." He forces out between ragged breaths before dipping my shirt and bra below my breast, allowing it to fall free before sucking the nipple between his lips.
My head falls back, hitting against the upper cabinet. A chuckle comes from between my breasts as Ashton works to free the second one.
"You like it rough, baby?" He asks, moving his mouth around my second nipple. I can't tell if he meant it as a joke but I decide to play along either way. I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head back, my nipple leaving his mouth with an audible pop.
"Only as rough as you can handle." I raise my eyebrows at him, taunting. His lips are deep pink and swollen, and when they turn into a mischievous smile, I instantly regret my statement.
He pulls me off the counter, holding me up by my ass as he carries me to the couch. I bounce when he drops me onto it, my tits free and knocking into each other. Ashton unbuttons his jeans and hooks his thumbs into the waistband, eyeing me like I am the answer to every question racing through his mind. He takes his hands off his pants after a few seconds, as if the answer to whatever the last question in his head was ano.
"Turn around, on your knees." He says in a deep, demanding tone. The playful side of Ashton is gone and he has been replaced with someone darker like the depths of the unexplored ocean.
I oblige, propping my elbows on the back of the couch and pushing my ass in his direction. He lets out a hum of approval, sliding his hands over the globes of my ass cheeks. Ashton moves the small piece of fabric covering them up, making the fabric in the front of my shorts tighten against my pulsing clit. I feel his coarse hands moving along my now bare ass and I turn to watch him over my shoulder. The hungry look is still in his eyes, turning them from a settled sea blue to an ocean in a hurricane. And even though I watch as his hand rears back before slapping against my ass, I didn't anticipate the pain before it is shooting through me.
The force pushes my breasts into the back of the couch, the fabric rubbing against my taut nipples and pulling a moan from me. The warmth of his palm covers the spot he just hit, moving back and forth against the tender skin that is aching already. When his hand leaves my body, I tense knowing that another spank is coming. His palm strikes again and this time the moan that comes from me is accompanied with a surge of wetness between my thighs. With my shorts bunched up against me, I can feel them dampening and wonder if he can see the effect he is having on me.
"Your ass was already a glorious sight, but seeing it all pink like that has my cock so hard. Can you take one more, sweetheart?" He asks behind me, both hands now planted on my hips and his dick resting between my ass cheeks, still covered in his jeans. Why doesn't he just fuck me and skip to the part we are both craving? Delayed gratification I guess, but I am not the type to wait and eat dessert, especially when what's on the menu looks as delicious as Ashton Reeve.
"Put it in," I beg through a breathless whimper, dying to know what it will feel like when it's his cock filling me instead of his fingers.
"I'm not done with you yet," he says before slapping down onto my already sore ass once again. I let out a yelp at the impact and then am pacified as I feel his finger enter me from behind. I am soaked from his punishment and it's new for me. I have never been with a man who explored this side of things with me and I can't hide how much it's piqued my curiosity.
"Holy fuck, Mel, you're dripping for me already. You must be desperate to come, aren't you?" He knows damn well that question only has one answer and it's coating his fingers just like it did last night.
