Ashley pounced onto Scott as soon as he shut the door to their hotel room behind him. Her lips pressed to his, she took in his taste, his smell, the way his skin felt against hers. She ran her hands through his slicked-back blonde hair, thick strands coming loose and falling over the flawless stretch of his forehead.

Scott reciprocated, his hands holding her firmly by the hips, his lips opening, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Turning Ashley around, he pressed her against the wall, his hands sliding down and taking hold of her rear. Ashley hopped up, wrapping her legs around him, the thought of him holding her up so effortlessly arousing to her beyond explanation.

He ran his hands through her thick hair, the intricate style that it was done up in quickly reverting to a sensual mess.

"Bed," she said, the word slipping out. "Bed now."

Scott pulled back from her, looking into Ashley's eyes deeply with his own.

"You sure?" he asked, his blue eyes shimmering.

"Yes, yes, yes," she said.

She'd never been surer of anything in her life.

A sensual smile formed on Scott's lips as he took firm hold of Ashley and walked her back towards the bed. With a gentle toss, he dropped her onto the bed, Ashley landing on her back, her hair spreading out from her head where she laid, an expression of pure seduction playing on her beautiful face.

Scott moved his hands up along his torso, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt with rapid speed. Then, with a shrug of his shoulders as he pulled the clothing back, he exposed his perfect upper body. Ashley's eyes took in the glorious sight of him, paying special attention to his perfectly-sculpted pecs, his taut, toned abs, and his thick, broad shoulders. She wanted nothing more at that moment for this body to be on top of hers.

As if reading her mind, Scott moved forward onto the bed, slipping out of his pants as he climbed onto her. Ashley cast a glance down at his lower body, noting with pleasure the sight of his long cock straining against the black fabric of his boxer-briefs.

"Not fair," he said, looking down at his nearly nude body. "I think it's your turn."

"Can't argue with that," said Ashley.

Lifting her body and reaching behind her, she dragged the zipper of her dress down, pulling it as she went. Once it was down all the way, she shimmied out of it, leaving her in nothing but her matching bra and panties.

I knew there was a reason I matched today, she thought with a wry smile.

Scott took a long, slow look at her body, and Ashley noted the hunger that built in her eyes as he gazed upon her.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you," he said, his voice a low purr.

"Well," said Ashley, narrowing her eyes seductively. "Now you have me."

"That I do," he said, running his hands along Ashley's curves.

The impatience was building in Ashley. She noted wryly that she'd been avoiding sex for as long as she could, but now that she was on the precipice of having it, she couldn't wait another minute. Her eyes on Scott, she watched as he reached behind her and deftly unfastened her bra and pulled it away from her body, her ample breasts now bare.

Not the first time he's done that, she thought.

Next, he slid his hands down her body once more, this time slipping his fingers behind the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. Once they were off of her body, she crossed her legs out of instinctual modesty. But once she came to her senses, she spread once again, opening herself completely to Scott.

"I want it," she said, her voice hot. "Please."

She didn't want to be teased, she didn't want just his fingers, she didn't want anything but his cock inside of her at that very instant. Ashley pulled down his boxer-briefs with almost frustrated anticipation, his cock springing out of them.

A small smile crossed her face upon seeing that it was as long, thick, and gorgeous as she imagined it to be.

"You ready?" asked Scott, his prick tantalizingly close to her.

"Yes, yes," she said, her desire overcoming the slight anxiety that she felt at being deflowered.

Scott positioned himself right on her sex, taking hold of his cock by the base. Then, with a slow, very slow motion, he slid himself into her. Ashley's eyes went wide at the feeling of being entered, the ease at which her body accommodated Scott's thickness and length. It was a tight, sharp feeling, a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. She gasped with every inch, the feeling so intense that she thought she might not be able to stand it. But soon, he was fully sheathed inside her, and she lay there with her eyes winced tight, the pleasure flowing through her body.

"You OK?" asked Scott.

"Yes," she said. "Don't stop; please, don't stop."

With that, Scott began to move in and out of her, his length sliding inside of her body, the feeling of his thickness penetrating her completely bringing an orgasm almost immediately to her, the pleasure teetering just at the edge of the precipice. Positioning himself on his arms, the pace of Scott's thrusting increased, as did the pleasure building in Ashley. Soon, his thrusts came at a steady measure, a rhythm that was sent Ashley into a perfect trance, the coming orgasm building to a boil.

Then, it was unleashed, the feeling of pleasure wracking her body, the tendrils of ecstasy stretching out to her limbs, taking hold of every inch of her. She shrieked as the orgasm rocked her body, the feeling one of overwhelming pleasure. Soon, the orgasm began to fade, and as she finished coming, Scott withdrew from her and positioned his cock over her, with a grunt, he came hard, spilling his seed over the flat expanse of her stomach. Ashley watched as he came, the sight of his cock finishing on her being the perfect end to her first orgasm.

Then, he collapsed at her side, their chests rising and falling, the sweat on their bodies illuminated by the silver light of the moon in the night sky.