ASHLEY
Her mouth crashes into mine with the same force that sent us over the couch. I taste the argument still burning on her tongue, but I don't care. My hands are already sliding under her shirt, palms hungry for skin I've denied myself for months. Nova arches into the touch, her breath catching when my fingers find the clasp of her bra and flick it open.
We tear at each other's clothes until nothing's left between us. She straddles me, buries a hand between us and begins to stroke my shaft. Her eyes never leave mine. They're bright with pent-up lust and hunger. Finally, she guides it inside her moist core in one slow, deliberate thrust that makes both of us moan. The stretch burns sweet. She rolls her hips, savoring every inch, letting me feel how wet she already is for me.
