Ashton:
I quickly finished the plate of pasta, drank two glasses of wine, and poured a third by the time he finished. My hands were shaking with the anticipation of how he could wreck me and the things he could teach me.
We moved into the living room with the rest of the wine. My tongue and lips were buzzing with excitement. I knew what I wanted; I wanted to use my mouth to make him feel the way he makes me feel, and I knew he would let me. He would let me taste him, please him.
After a moment of silence, his voice covered my brain like honey-sweet poetry.
“Get on your knees for me, Angel.”
I didn’t hesitate to stand; my fingers shook wildly with every button I had undone on my blouse. I stripped my body down to the white lace that begged to be removed by his rough hands, then drop
