Ashley couldn't believe the way she was feeling. She felt something like a ravenous hunger, a deep need for Scott and his kiss. As they climbed into the back of his car, Scott closing the driver partition, she pounced on him- she couldn't help herself.

Scott fell backward as she clambered on top of him. Ashley needed his kiss, more and more. She needed to feel his lips on hers, his lips on her skin, his lips…everywhere. And Scott was more than happy to reciprocate. She pressed her body on top of him, kissing him deeply as the car engine revved and their driver took them on their way. She felt Scott's hands move up and down the curves of her body, the feeling of being held intoxicating to Ashley.

She stayed on top of him for a time, a feeling of tight arousal growing deep within her. Scott soon flipped the roles, moving her body beneath his and lavishing her face and neck with kisses.

We're like a couple of teenagers, thought Ashley, taking sweet pleasure in the giddy way the two kissed each other.

She felt Scott's hand grasp onto the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and a gasp slipped from her mouth as he touched her. The feeling of hot arousal increased, and the need for some kind of release built and built in her. He kissed her more and more, deeper and deeper, gasps escaping her lips as he drank her in, his cock, erect and thick, pressed against her through his pants.

Conflict raged through her body. The thought of taking his cock, holding it firm in her hand, feeling it against her skin, and slipping it into her, the length of it gliding into her with ease…it became all-consuming. But a voice still spoke to her, one that said that this wasn't yet the time, that it wasn't quite right.

But she needed something. She needed him.

"I want to touch you," he said, his voice hot on her skin.

It was like he was reading her mind.

"Do it," she said, her eyes closed tight. "Please."

She felt Scott's hand move up, further up her leg, until his fingertips were on the edge of her panties. His fingers moved up to the waistband, and with a slow pull, he brought her panties down, exposing her. His hand moved closer to her sex, tantalizingly close. She brought in a deep pull of air as the anticipation built within her to a fevered pitch.

Scott's fingers were so close to her, the tips brushing against her. Ashley wanted him inside of her, right then and there. But she knew that he knew this well, and the only reason that he wasn't pleasuring her in the way she so desperately needed at that moment was that he was teasing her, building the anticipation.

"Please," she breathed. "Please."

Thankfully, for Ashley, Scott realized that the time for toying with her was over. In a slow, fluid motion, he slipped his finger into her, entering her body with the fluidity that she hoped it would. She gasped, never before having felt a man inside of her.

It's…unbelievable, she thought, the pleasure radiating out like shock waves from below.

Scott started slowly, sliding his finger in and out of her, the slick wetness of her allowing him to move in and out of her with ease. Ashley breathed in deeply, focusing on the feeling of him moving within her. Soon, he began to stimulate her clitoris with another finger, her eyes going wide at the unimaginable feeling of pleasure that this afforded.

"More," she said, her voice heavy.

Scott continued, his other hand braced against her lower back, holding her steady as he moved in and out of her, his thumb pressing against her clitoris in a way that caused her legs to go tight, the muscles twitching with the waves of pleasure.

"Don't stop; don't stop," she said, realizing that an orgasm was building within her

She'd never had a man please her like this before. The way he stimulated her was expert; she knew that at any moment he'd make her cum hard. Noticing how wet she was, and how hard she bucked against his hand, Scott slid another finger into her. Now he his index and middle finger slid in and out of her as thumb continued to stimulate her clitoris.

God, she thought, her mind barely able to hold a single thought, he really knows what he's doing.

But before she could think another word, the dual sensations that Scott provided began to swirl together in a sense of pleasure that instilled in Ashley a feeling that her body might come apart at the seams at any moment.

"Oh God," she said, her hips rocking back and forth as Scott moved in and out of her. "I'm gonna…"

Then, she came. The pleasure from Scott stimulating her erupted through her body like a bomb, the shock of the ecstasy coursing through her, causing her limbs to jerk and twitch, her breaths to take on a sharp rhythm, her eyes to wince shut in an expression of pained pleasure. The feeling continued, Scott not ceasing touching her.

Soon, the orgasm subsided, and Scott slowed down the pace in which he slid in and out of her. Soon, as Ashley's body calmed, he stopped, and Ashley slumped over limp, as though she'd just been injected with some wonderful, stupefying drug.

And just at that moment, the car slid to a stop in front of the house. Her legs limp and loose below her, she wondered with a wicked smile if she'd even be able to stand up.