Rules of Intercourse (4): If You Weren’t You, It’d Be Easier

He held her for a long time, breathing in her sweet lavender perfume. His shaky hands tried to maintain the firm grip he had on her arms. He looked at her scrupulously, examining her face, her soft, once so innocent face. Diego watched her as her eyes fled his constantly. He could feel her breathing matching his, they both panted gently; with every breath they drew in, their chests touched. Diego leaned towards her, sealing the gap between their bodies. He bowed his head sighing aloud as his forehead touched her shoulder.


- You’re running away Ash. Why are you running from me, from us? he murmured.

Ashleigh gasped and as she slowly turned her face to look at Diego, her cheek brushed his head. She stared at his beautiful, thick lock of light brown hair and inhaled deeply. Diego raised his head and finally found Ashleigh’s eyes with his own. There was a moment of silence as Diego tried to tame the blaze growing stronger inside him. Ashleigh saw the agony in his face; she could sense the apprehension in this breathing. When she finally opened her mouth to let out a sound, Diego tightened his grip on her arms, pulling her into him, locking his lips to hers. They kissed. At the touch of each other’s lips they felt the electric shock of a thousand volts.

He loosened his hold on her and slid his hands up to her neck, pressing his thumbs on her collar bone. She pressed her hands against his chest, rubbing them hard, taking them to his shoulders and pulling on him more and more. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, caressing his with hers, twirling, pressing them against each other. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, kissing him with more passion than ever, as he slid his hands all over her back, her hips then on to her thighs. He pulled back from the lip-lock, quickly catching his breath, and then glued his lips to her neck, kissing it from the back of her ear to the little dent near her collar bone. Ashleigh tilted her head back against the wall, arching her back and pushing her chest forward as she gasped and panted, feeling Diego drag his lips against her flesh. He started sucking on her neck gently while he hiked up her skirt over her thighs. She immediately held on to his collar and letting out a quick moan. Diego, with his hands under her skirt, reached for her buttocks and lifted her up spreading her legs around his waist.

Ashleigh felt a chill go down her spine, she held on tightly to his muscular arms as he took her across the room to his desk. She held his face and pulled him into another heart-stopping kiss. As they reached the bureau, he put her down, still holding on to her legs and still kissing her. Ashleigh started undoing his buttons furiously, pulling his shirt off. She pressed her hands against his boiling chest and slid her hands down to his buckles without moving her lips from his. He felt his stomach tense up as her fingers lightly brushed against it on their way to his pants. He slowly moved away from her lips and started to kiss her jaw-line all the while slowly removing her panties, pulling them down and massaging her inner thighs softly. Ashleigh let out a slow moan and quickly gasped and he slid the panties down her legs and threw them on the floor. Her hands moved quickly and his pants were finally on the floor as well.

Ashleigh’s heart started beating faster; it was about to leave her thoracic cavity in no time. Her silky bond hair was now a sexy mess from being against the wall; she wrapped her legs firmly around Diego’s thighs. His fingers slowly undid her blouse, pushing it off of her, and caressed her sides, stomach, making their way back up to her breasts. Ashleigh gasped and closed her eyes, biting down on her lip as Diego inhaled deeply and unhooked her bra, letting it fall off, revealing her perky, soft breasts. He leaned into her and began to suck on her neck again while she gasped and moan more frequently. She could feel his excitement and arousal being cocked up between her legs. She grabbed on to his bare arms. His divine caramel coloured body was strong and as he held onto her hips, pulling them closer to the edge, closer to him, she stopped breathing. He looked at her, held the back of her head with one hand, keeping it straight. With the other hand, he held onto her lower back as he forced himself inside her, exhaling loudly while hearing her moan his name with her breathless voice. He gasped, leaned against her, getting deeper inside her, both panting, moaning.