Chapter 16
Ashley
The way he grabbed me up, pulled me against him and kissed me was all the answer that I needed. I didn’t want to think about Frank with anyone else, but it was near impossible for me to think about anything else. It was all I could think about, him pleasuring another woman, but quickly that was pushed from my head. All I could get my brain to pull in now, was the fact that nothing was ever going to be the same again. I had met Frank for a reason and I was starting to see what that reason was.
He was the guy that was going to show me the true meaning of pleasure. I was more turned on with just a kiss and a few touches from him, then I had been with anybody else. It was impossible to deny it, and I'm sure that my wet panties would have attested to that.
“Are you sure you want to go in there, like that?”
It felt like he was afraid to turn me into the blonde that he had given pleasure to before me. I wasn't too worried about that though. Not at all. All I could think about was how it was going to feel, when he was slamming into me the way he had done her.
“Why wouldn't I want to do it that way?”
“I don't know Ashley, but you mean so much more to me and it doesn't seem right.”
“We haven't known each other that long Frank, you can pretend that we're strangers if it makes it easier for you. Just give me what I want.”
“There is no way that I can think of you as a stranger Ashley. There is no way in hell. While I want to be with you so bad that I'm shaking inside, that doesn't change how I feel for you. I haven't felt anything in a very long time and I want this to be right. I don't want this to go wrong and you leave. That is the last thing that I want.”
I told him that I wasn't going to go anywhere, because I wasn't. It was the last thing on my mind and there was nowhere else I wanted to be. It had started as a job, but it something that happened in the last week. I was happy here, happier than I thought I would be. It didn’t make sense, but I was starting to realize it didn't have to.
“It won't be the same because it's us. But I'm not going to say that I haven't been wet thinking about it ever since I saw you with her. You can care about me all you want, but at the end of the day, I want you to fuck me like that.”
“How can I turn that down?”
I was really hoping that he couldn’t, and he started to pull my clothes off.
“I have a confession to make.”
“What's that?”
“I saw you naked the other day when you got out of the shower. You have one of the finest bodies that I've ever seen. You're so fucking beautiful.”
While I liked his words, I really didn't need them. He had me without any of it. He didn’t need to touch me to get me ready, as I was ready in mind and body. I was wet with need and all I could think about was what it was going to feel like. I didn't have time right now to think about what was going to happen tomorrow, not at all.
I shivered a little bit when he pulled my shirt over my head. It was in the cold that made me tremble inside. I knew that it was the way he was touching me and talking to me. It was more about that than anything else.
Even though I was a little nervous about what was happening, the fact that I did have so much to push aside, there was a whole other side of me. That side of me wasn't nervous at all, because I knew what I was doing was the right thing. And if that wasn't enough, the look in his eyes, told me that it was going to be enough. It would have been enough for anyone I suppose.
I was standing there shaking, all of my clothes were off, and he was just looking me up and down. It was attractive and sexy in the beginning, but after a few moments, it just started to make me nervous. He had a lustful look in his eyes that were taking over. It was almost animalistic, and I felt like he was going to eat me alive where I stood. I was worried about if I was going to be able to handle it. While watching him in action had turned me on and made me think about it in a way that was hard to imagine, there was a whole other part of me that wondered if I was going to be able to take it as well as the blonde did.
“Your turn Frank.”
He kind of chuckled a little bit.
“Let's not worry about me Ashley, let's worry about you.”
Usually I would go along with it because, why wouldn't I? But the fact of the matter was that I had been wondering what he looked like without his clothes on for a while. I'd seen a few flashes of it the night that I caught him in the living room plowing into that blonde, but even then, he had still had a shirt on. I wasn't able to see the ripples in his chest and the hardness that I felt when he pulled me against me him. I was far more interested in that, then anything else at the moment. Not only did I want Frank, but I wanted to see all of him too.
When he realized that I wasn't joking, and I took a couple steps back when he advance, Frank realized that I wanted to see. I wasn't going to let him touch me, until I got to. It only seemed fair in my eyes.
When I started to take his shirt off, the first thing that I thought about was how surprised I was. I had envisioned it so many times in my head, but I don't know why I hadn't thought about him having hair. He had all kinds of little sprinkles on his chest that were as dark as his hair on his head, but they were curly. It was that moved forward and broke the distance, just because I wanted to feel how springy it was going to be underneath my fingertips. It was so different than when I was used to, but it just felt right.
He leaned in to kiss me and pulling me back into his arms. The little hairs that were on his chest, pressed against my breast and it felt better that way.
I had to pull away from him because he was getting sidetracked and I was easily going to follow in the same path. It was all that I could think about, all that I wanted to think about and even though I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it, I certainly wanted to try.
“Stop Frank, you're trying to side track me. I need to see all of you, like you get to see all of me. You're not done yet.”
The hunger I got was more intense, something I thought wasn’t going to be possible and he told me that I wasn't going to be able to stomach it much longer. I wasn't trying to, I really wasn't. But I wanted to see more of him, or rather all of him at once.
He finished getting undressed, something that didn't take long at all. Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me naked and my eyes were riveted to the part of him that was hard and strong, pushing towards me in a way that was hard to deny. I could tell them that he was just as ready for me, as I was ready for him.
I wanted to ask him how it all started, but then again, I knew I shouldn't. I didn't want him to think about the blond when he was fucking me, so I moved into the same position, and let him do the rest.