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"I guess that makes us a perfect pair then huh?"
She smiles and the way her cheeks push up enough to cause her eyes to squint is fucking adorable. I tap a kiss onto her nose before untangling myself from her. The last thing I want is to not be snuggled up right now - my body still adjusting to the crazy day it has had - but at least she is here.
"Remember that time you got the noodle stuck up your nose and Mom had to take you to the Emergency room because she couldn't get it out?" Colton is having a blast bringing up every embarrassing story he can remember. Melanie is the first girl I have ever brought around to meet my family and they are taking full advantage. It's a small miracle that Mom didn't bust out my baby book to show Mel my bare naked ass running around outside.
Melanie has had her hand on my leg under the dining room table just about the entire meal, squeezing gently every time she can tell I am about to lose my patience on my brother. Delaney had to work tonight preparing for an upcoming event, and Lucas and his wife didn't want to drive in the snow with her being pregnant. So it's all Colton leading the humiliate Ashton show. Mom keeps telling him to stop ragging on me, but according to him he's just joking around to celebrate who I am for my birthday. He's a dick but I love him.
"This dinner was great Mrs. Reeve, thank you again for having me." Melanie chimes in, doing her best to divert the conversation from me. I give her a small smile in thanks.
"You're so welcome honey. You know, when Ash was little ... "
"Please Mom, no more baby Ashton stories, I'm begging you."
"Oh stop, this is a good one I promise. Anyways, like I was saying, when Ash was little he couldn't say meatballs and so he would call it 'so get me balls' and it was the cutest thing. Ever since, I would make him spaghetti and meatballs just so he would say it. Eventually he learned how to pronounce it the right way and it wasn't quite as adorable anymore, but every time I make it for him, I remember that sweet little boy asking me to get his balls." Mom's eyes are shiny with tears even though she is giggling at what I was like as a kid. I never knew that story, I always thought she forgot my favorite meal, but really she was making the meal that made her think of me the most.
"Love you Mom," I say just loud enough for her to hear over the rest of the chatter in the room.
I knew Ashton was hating every minute of that dinner - but I was soaking up what it feels like to be part of a family like that. I didn't have many friends during my childhood - most of the kids not wanting to be associated with me because of the cruel nickname I had. But the few friends I did have would hate that I always asked to go to their houses, but it was the only way I could get out of my own house.
This felt different. Being around Ashton's family didn't feel like I was avoiding home, it felt like another place to call home. The laughter, the playful banter, the stories of happy childhoods. It was close to midnight before Ashton was able to pull me away from the conversation to go to bed - his exhaustion setting in and making him doze off on the couch.
"My parents already converted my bedroom into something else so we will have to sleep on the basement futon. He explained as he guided me down the stairs. I guess the light switch at the top of the steps doesn't work anymore or the bulb is burnt out since we are wandering down here in the dark.
The basement is finished with neutral low-ply carpeting and simple grey walls. The moon glows outside, casting just enough light for me to see around the room. There is hardly any furniture - a washer and dryer in the corner, a futon, and an old wood-sided television that sits directly on the floor. There are random DVD cases strewn on the floor reminiscent of childhood.
"I hope it's comfortable enough for you, I know you are used to a nicer mattress."
"It will be fine. It's been a long day, we are both pretty exhausted, I probably won't even blink once I lay down, my eyes just staying shut for the rest of the night." I joke, knowing that he is tired but that I will struggle sleeping in a new place. I sit down on the futon that is already folded out into a flat bed, the lack of support making me sink in instead of bouncing.
Ashton goes over to where the laundry set up is, reaching above the machines and pulling down some extra blankets and a pillow.
"Just in case you think it's weird to sleep in the same bed." He tosses the bedding onto the floor next to the futon before pulling off his sweatpants and working to organize himself a place to sleep.
"I'm fine with it as long as it won't be weird for you or your parents." Worrying about what a guy’ parents might think has never been something I needed to think about - they have always been out of the house and their parents never seen by me. It's a nice change of pace getting to see where Ashton comes from, welcomed with open arms no questions asked.
"Thank God, I was hoping you would say that." And before I realize what is happening, his lips are on mine and his knee is between my legs. His height has me bending backward until my back hits the mattress, a muffled moan swallowed by Ashton as he dives deeper into my mouth, using his tongue as bait for me to latch onto. I suck his tongue, eliciting a moan from him to match my own.
"Fuck." Ashton pulls his lips from mine, looking down to where his penis is starting to harden in his boxers. Crap, I almost forgot about that.
"It would be weird to do it with your parents upstairs anyways."
"There's no way we can start the day how we did, then dump all that truth shit on each other and me not want to have even more of you." Ashton moves down to where my knees splay open from his body laying between them. He runs his hand along my pants where my pussy is still covered, applying enough pressure that I feel my clit pulse.
Within seconds, my pants are pulled down and off, discarded somewhere - I'm not even sure of where - and he is kneeling in front of me, his eyes locked on my center.
"Can you keep your pretty screams to a minimum while I devour you for my birthday dessert?" Ashton licks his lips as he watches my legs squirm trying to hide myself from him, not sure that I can maintain a low volume with the expert way he plays my body.
"Ash, I don't think I - " This man, always interrupting me with his tongue one way or another. He has my panties pulled to the side, not bothering to take them off, licking everywhere but my clitoris. I want to yell at him to give me what I want but I can't with his family directly upstairs from us, still in the living room conversing without a clue what's happening down here.
"Mmmm, sweeter than birthday cake. I got my wish." His voice vibrates against my most sensitive places, my toes curling into the sheet.
My fingers find his hair, pushing his face down harder against me, the pressure heightening my orgasm with every stroke of his tongue. I try to keep my breathing even but I can't, chasing this orgasm is easier than normal, the waves already about to crash and shatter me against the shoreline.
I bite down on my other hand as I come undone, muffling my moans and cries of pleasure while keeping Ash's head firmly in place. When the tide subsides, there are teeth imprints in my palm and I have several strands of Ashton's hair wrapped around my finger from how hard I was tugging on it.
"You know ... " I gasp around each word. "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to get orgasms for your birthday, not the other way around."
His lips pull away from my skin, darting his tongue out for one more taste before running his finger along his bottom lip and pushing it into his mouth. Good until the last drop.
