I breathe out as I fit my body against hers- my legs between her legs, my arms beside her head as play continues feet from where we lay.
Ashley: "Um...hi." She whispers back in a shaky breath as she tries to divert her eyes from mine. To drive the point home I roll my hips into her center and watch as her eyes bulge and her lips disappear; tucking into her mouth trying to suppress a moan.
Spencer: "Do you remember the first time we were in this position?" I ask her in a deep voice that does nothing to help her situation. "I so wanted to fuck you then." I tell her in the same tone before I roll my hips again. "Much like I want to now." I whisper in her ear before I deeply inhale the scent of her skin; tracing it with my nose and letting my lips brush against her neck as her hands lie limply at her side.
Quickly, I hop off of her tense frame and jump to my feet with a devilish smirk playing on my lips. She's completely paralyzed as she watches me, breathing hard and unable to look away.
Spencer: "You're mine." I declare and emphasize my words by pointing at her, hoping she gets my double meaning. "Get comfortable on your back, Davies." I tell her seductively as I walk backwards to join the rest of my team. I don't know how long she laid there on the grass, her elbows propping her up with her mouth wide open in surprise, but what I do know is that she suddenly seemed so run a lot slower than usual. She was suddenly easier to catch.
Spencer: "I think you're rather enjoying this, Davies." I whisper huskily in her ear with my arms around her waist as I slip a hand up and under her t-shirt; letting my open palm run over the firm and soft skin of her stomach. "Maybe I should find someone else to tackle." I lightly push off of her before I return midfield. But I didn't miss how her stomach quivered; just as mine had done from holding her.
To say that I was surprised that I was brought down to the muddy earth after the scrum broke would be an understatement. I was completely caught off-guard. I had planned not to tackle Ashley this time to see if she would still go after Gage. Well, she didn't. She went after me instead.
I didn't have the ball, but she tackled me anyway.
I felt a soft hands hug my hips and pull until I was on my back on the grass, Ashley hovering over me with dark eyes and a flushed face.
Ashley: "You are irresistible." She tells me as her breath washes over my face.
Spencer: "We haven't made love in almost four days, Ashley." I whisper back as cheering and yells surround us as the rugby game continues.
Ashley: "I know." She tells me as she gulps, her eyes flicking from mine to my lips.
Spencer: "We can't have that be our last time, Ashley. My last time with you can't be on top of an ice machine in Ohio." She nods, mesmerized as she continues to stare at me, her fingers lazily combing through my messing hair. "I know that you don't want to be with me anymore," I lie in a whisper. "And I know that you don't have feelings for me still," She swallows almost painfully as her eyes briefly close; I can tell it's actually hurting her not to refute my words. "But do you think we could sleep together one more time...just so that I can have that memory?" I ask her shyly, worried about her response.
This test is dangerous. I know. But I can't help but ask- maybe even beg.
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