It's almost unbelievable, but it's true. Even taking her like this, claiming her once and for all, and taking her first experience, is not enough. I want her again, getting half-hard even when I lay beside her and glance across at her naked body in front of me. Her breasts rise and fall as she breathes gently, making me want to reach over and cup them in my hands, squeeze them and bury my face in them.
But I’m also aware of the fact that she is new to all of this, and probably needs some time to recover. I don't want to push her too far. If everything goes as I have planned it - and my plans always work out - then we will have the rest of our lives to do this. Over and over again. It's not that I don't want to take advantage of every little opportunity, because even this much is practically killing me to step away. But I do need to respect her, her needs, her desires, as well as my own.
That's why I turn to her, adjusting my body so that I can lie facing her, and put my hand on top of hers. A chaste touch, not a heated one or one that invites another round.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, realizing that it’s past dinner time already.
“Oh, god, yes,” Ashley says, rolling to face me. Her breasts jiggle and then settle as she moves, and I can barely hold myself back from reaching out to grab them. Does she not realize how much she’s torturing me right now?
“I’ll order something in,” I tell her, reaching for my phone by the bed. “What do you feel like?”
“I don’t know,” she says, sounding surprised and happy about this discovery. “Anything. Surprise me.”
“It’s your special night,” I tell her. “Anything you want.”
“Alright.” She thinks about it for a minute, then laughs. “I can’t believe it. Even though I’m here in Barcelona, all I can picture in my head is a big, greasy, good old American cheeseburger.”
I laugh back at her. “Do you want fries with that?” I ask, grinning.
“Always,” Ashley says, rolling her eyes and beaming.
I place the order quickly on an app, choosing a close fast food place that will be able to deliver exactly what she’s after. I have always found that the flavors and presentation of dishes can change between countries, even when the menu reads the same, but at least with an international brand you have a good chance of finding what you are used to.
That done, I put the phone back down and settle beside her again, happy just to admire her for a while. Her cheeks are infused with a soft pink glow that only makes me want to kiss her.
“That was amazing,” she says, after a long while, biting her lip as she looks at me. “Better than I imagined.”
“You know,” I say, tracing a finger along the side of her arm. “The second time is even better.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes. Less pain. More pleasure.”
Ashley bites her lip, then scoots herself in closer to me. “Can we test that?” she asks.
Forget half-hard, I’m completely ready to go from the moment she says it, her words like a red rag to a bull for me. I don't even hesitate as I grab her close and pull her in for a deep kiss, claiming her mouth just as much as I claimed her body a moment ago. Now that she has settled into the idea a little more, I know I will be able to take things a little further, go a little harder. She won't be fully ready to have it rough or as fast as I could possibly go just yet, but I know that she will be much more ready than she was a moment ago.
Not only is she horny and wet, but she also has the slick juices of our last time still inside of her. This will be much better, much easier, and I hope that it will last longer as well.
I run my hand down her body and between her legs, feeling the wetness there, and rub my hands through the passage between her lips until she squirms against me and moans. She is so expressive, a fact that I appreciate because it means that I can give her exactly what she needs at any moment, reading it from her body language and her moans and gasps.
I don’t need any more encouragement, because I’m ready to go, ready from the first moment that I touched her. From what I feel between her legs, she’s ready too. I lift one of her thighs in my hand, opening her up as she lays on her side, and scoot closer. The angle is a tricky one, but once I line up with her entrance perfectly, I’m able to slide in. And this time I don’t take it slow, but simply push forward at a steady and gentle rate, all the way to the end until I’m flush against her and there is no further way for me to go in.