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The Wait
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Ashlea was exhausted after another day at the restaurant. After being on her feet all day her legs ached all the way up to her thighs resounding in a dull throb. It would be nice to take a long hot bath after dinner and then climb into her soft bed with Richard, her fun loving boyfriend.
Richard, the mere thought of him elicited steamy thoughts from her mind. His light red hair and green eyes always seemed to pierce directly into her heart when he looked at her. Having been with him for quite some time now she was surprised the initial attraction hadn't worn off for her. For him, however, the passion seemed to be wavering.
It had been almost a month now since he had touched her. Oh, sure, he was always the gentleman giving her shoulder rubs after work and gentle kisses before leaving for the day. But what Ashlea longed for, what she needed, was for Richard to take her in his arms the way he had at the start of their relationship. To kiss her lips until they were bruised and swollen from his passions. To sweep her off her feet and directly into the sheets of their towering four poster bed. Just imagining their past moments together was enough to make her wet with desire.
She quickly resolved that tonight she would not give up until she had her long legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust himself into her over and over. She would not be denied her release for one more day.
With a renewed spring in her step she bounced up the steps to her front door and let herself in.
As soon as the door opened she was thrown back against the wall and a male body covered her own in a violent embrace. Crying out she tried to fight back but her hands were quickly caught up and forced over her head as her lips were ravaged. She gasped in shock as the mans free hand pressed down her side and then over her firm breast. She struggled a little and let out a sharp cry of fear.
Suddenly, the man pulled back and Ashlea let out a relieved sigh. It was Richard. She was about to holler at him for scaring her so badly but the look in his eyes stopped her. He was looking at her in a way that she had never seen before his eyes glazed over with pure untamed lust.
She started to speak but he interrupted, " Ash, please. No talking, I jus- I need you now..."
She wanted to give in but jealousy gnawed at the pit of her stomach. Why now? What about the past few weeks hadn't been good enough for him to want her then?
She pushed him against the opposing wall as her thoughts swirled around. Trailing her fingers over his cheek and down his neck, down further and further, until they rested on his pulsing manhood. she still hadn't decided and he knew it by the look in her eyes.
She kissed him languorously on the lips and slowly parted from them with eyes still closed. Finally, she spoke, "No."
A look of shock and, was that despair, crossed his face. No! The one answer he had never expected of her and there it was. Like a slap in the face.
She tweaked her hand around his cock for good measure and walked away like a mischievous kitten smiling to herself.
After dinner had ended, and a considerable amount of tension had built between them at the table, Ashlea announced she was going to have a bath.
On bare feet she practically skipped to the kitchen knowing Richard was watching her tight ass as she bent low into the fridge and drew out a bottle of wine. Giggling she said she would see him in a little bit and flounced up the stairs. Feeling his hot gaze follow her every step of the way.
Enveloped in the warm bubbly water Ashlea mulled over her actions that afternoon. The wine glass in her hand listing over the side of her white claw footed tub. She felt the alcohol working its way into her muscles and the scent of lavender filling her nose allowing her to relax. She breathed deeply but still her emotions were conflicted.
Why had she denied Richard? The answer was not obvious to her and it seemed to be just as unclear to the obviously horny man the floor below her. She let her thoughts drift as she trailed her hand and fingers through the water stirring up more bubbles. She wanted Richard that she did know. She wanted him so bad she could feel her pussy throbbing. So, why say no? She realized she wanted him to suffer. To want her so badly it hurt, as she had longed for him these past few weeks. Revenge. It would be sweet to see Richard tormented to the brink of collapse before finally letting him have her, if at all.
She heard a soft movement outside the bathroom door. Richard was obviously in the bedroom. Taking a quick glance at the door again as she heard the sounds repeated she realized he was watching her through the small crack in she had left open! Glancing down quickly she realized he hadn't seen her notice him. Well, if he wanted to peek he'd better be prepared to pay the consequences.
Ashlea took a final drag of wine emptying her glass and set it down on the stand next to the tub. Easing down into the water a little more she began to run her hands up and down her smooth soft skin. Rubbing across her taught abdomen and down over her slim thighs. Her nipples hardened quickly at her gentle ministrations and she gently plucked one of them firmly gasping as the sweet sensation shocked her down to her core. She wanted him to see her pert breasts rosy red with arousal. Without looking she knew he was still watching. Sitting up slowly she moved onto her knees in the large tub raising her dripping chest from the water and into his view. Still running her hands all over herself she moved them up her neck and into her hair. In one swift movement she undid the clasp there and her soft flowing honey brown hair cascaded down to tickle her breasts. She heard a sharp intake of breath from behind the door and smiled to herself. Picking up a large sponge she dipped it into the water, raising it up she squeezed the warm water watching it run in little rivers down her arms and over her chest. Repeating the motion she released the water this time from the side of her neck and moaned as the water slid over her hot body and her hand moved up to cup the droplets warmth against her breasts.
After bathing herself in this manner for several minutes she relaxed and slid back into the water lying on her back once more. Hooking a leg over each side of the tub she spread her legs wide. Slowly licking two of her fingers before trailing them down to her swollen clit.
"Holy shit" she heard him whisper from behind the door as her fingers struck home and her back arched in pleasure. Feeling greedy and wanting him to know how hot she was she began to rub her clit. At first it was slow and sensual but suddenly the need to feel her release was too much and she sped up. Her hips rose to meet her soft fingertips as she massaged her pussy at a fever pitch. Gasps emitted from her and her breathing accelerated. Feeling the tingling sensation growing inside her she kept pace until finally with a heart-wrenching moan she felt her self go hurtling towards the edge. She gasped his name in a long low moan as her body went rigid and her orgasm sent spasms ripping through her over and over. Legs shaking she slowly ceased her movements and withdrew her limbs into the welcoming warmth of the water.
Resting for a moment her eyes closed she reveled in the luxurious afterglow of her orgasm. As her breathing slowed again she realized, the ache wasn't gone from between her thighs, if anything it was worse. Letting loose a frustrated sigh she rose from the tub and grabbed her soft downy towel. When she looked up the door to the bathroom was open and Richard was standing in the doorframe his long lean body visibly tense as he gazed at her naked body hungrily. Ashlea's cheeks flamed under his intense observations and she felt a stab of pleasure shoot into the pit of her stomach. He crossed the floor in two long easy strides and without a word took the towel gently from her. Taking her hand he helped her step carefully out the water and onto the fluffy bathmat. Gently he tucked a damp stand of hair stuck to her cheek behind her ear and then lifted the towel and began to dry her. Turning her so her back was facing him he started at her shoulders rubbing in slow circular motions. Finally down her back and up her sides, crouching down he softly dried each of her legs before sweeping up to dry her buttocks grasping them briefly but firmly as he passed over each cheek. He spun her around and dried her lower abdomen and swept low over her pulsing mound slyly running his finger over her slit making her shiver as he did so. Finally, he moved back up and dried her soft arms and then carefully oh so carefully he swept the towel across each of her breasts making her nipples harden from the rough sensation of the cotton.
She let a small moan escape her lips as he dropped the towel and gazed into her eyes. She felt as though he had dived into her very soul with that look and she melted against him as he slid his fingers feather light over her collarbone and up to the nape up her neck trailing fire with every sensation.
His head dropped down his lips parted and wet. Ashlea closed her eyes as she felt his lips slide over hers and causing what was a smoldering spark to ignite fully. His free arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her hard against him as he deepened his kiss and sought out her lips with his tongue. Opening herself to him Ashlea let his strong arms hold her up as she became lost in the heady sensation of his tongue moving over hers gently tickling the roof of her mouth before withdrawing to slip smoothly over her lower lip.
He parted with obvious effort and stared down at her again desperation in his eyes.
"Ash, please. I need you so badly," he whispered to her. Sliding her hand down his chest and taking his larger palm in hers she backed slowly towards the door and the bedroom.
To Be Continued....
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