Make Me Feel Alive

He got us there in five, and we barely made it up the stairwell; I was surprised we didn't tumble back down a few times. He pushed me back against my apartment door as I fumbled for the keys , trailing little bites all done my throat. I managed to get the door open, and we literally fell through it; I'm not quite sure how it got closed.
I let my purse and keys fall as I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair. His hands swept down and then he was lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he stumbled forward.
He pushed me back across the end table, and I heard the lamp crash out of the way, but it was forgotten moments later. I pulled him closer, my lips glued to his as I tugged at his belt, quickly opening it and sliding it out of his jeans.
All I could think about was how I wanted him out of those jeans and ---.
He pushed me farther back until he was over me, and I gasped as his teeth nibbled my shoulder, sending my blood boiling a few degrees higher. I tilted my head farther back, and he pushed my dress up around my waist, his lips trailing down to my collarbone, and then lower, tugging my dress down with his teeth.
I froze as I felt something buzz against my thigh.
"Don't you fucking dare," I snapped as he reached for his back pocket, and i tightened my legs around him.
"Morgan ---."
"No!" I reached around his back and tugged his phone from his pocket before he could react, kicking my heels off in the process. I leaned back out of his reach and turned it off, tossing it onto the couch behind me. I turned back around with a glare.
"You're not taking any calls right now, got it?"
Ashley grinned, tucking my hair behind my ear. "You got it, babe."
I pulled his face back to mine, and I felt him pull the zipper at the back of my dress. I pulled at his shirt, and he lifted his arms so I could toss it behind me, finally allowing me to see the outlaw tattoo stretching across his abdomen.
"Up," he ordered, and I obeyed, lifting my arms as he slipped my dress over my head, leaving me in nothing but my almost matching underwear.
I was suddenly really relieved I'd picked cute over comfortable this morning.
His eyes feasted on me for a moment, and I shifted, suddenly self conscious.
"Ashley?" He wasn't saying anything and it was making me nervous.
"You're beautiful," he mumured, running his fingers up my ribs. I blushed, and Ashley leaned down, pressing a kiss against the swell of my breasts, and his hand slid up my back, quickly unhooking my bra and tossing it away.
He pulled me flush against him and lifted me again, and I tightened my legs around him so he wouldn't drop me. I kissed him, and he tilted his head back slightly as his tongue delved into my mouth, taking control before I ever had a chance.
He carried me forward, and we fell back onto my bed, my abundance of pillows flying everywhere.
He crawled over me, pressing my wrists above my head as his lips trailed down my body, his tongue not missing one inch of skin.
I felt like I was burning I needed him so badly.
I strained against his grasp, and he finally let me go. I pulled his mouth back to mine, and jerked at the button of his jeans; why the hell did he have to wear skinny jeans today? I managed to get them undone and tugged them down his hips, very aware of the approving bulge in his boxers.
"Mm --- wait," he suddenly gasped, pulling away from me, and I froze, my hand hovering on his hips.
"What is it?" Why was he stopping? Like literally our underwear had to go and then I wouldn't be in this burning agony anymore.
"I gotta ask, you're not a, um, virgin are you?"
I must have had the stupidest expression on my face.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
God he was serious.
"No, I'm not, and your timing sucks." I frowned up at him, and I didn't miss the relief on his face. "Why would it have mattered?"
"I just didn't know if I needed to be easy or not." He lifted my glasses off my nose, setting them to the side, and I tried not to admit to myself how that was probably meant in a sweet way.
"Ashley ---."
"No, no, forget I asked," he said quickly, burying his face at my throat, his hands gliding to my hips.
Consider it forgotten, I thought, biting my lip as his hand slipped between my thighs, ghosting across my skin until it got to my underwear.
He started pressing kisses down my chest, across my stomach and to my hips, and I lifted hips my to let him remove the last piece of clothing I had.
I was going to start hyperventilating if he didn't stop killing me with anticipation.
Oh.
I felt his tongue flick between my thighs, and my hands tightened in the sheets.
I didn't mind anticipation anymore.
I couldn't hold in the moan that escaped my lips as his tongue entered me, and my breath hitched.
So he really WAS good with his tongue.
And he was good everywhere.
"A-Ashley," I couldn't take much more of this, and I could feel myself about to lose it, my muscles tightening.
And then he stopped.
My eyes flew open in denial, and I felt the bed shift as he moved. I heard the rip of foil, and then his lips were crushing mine as he situated himself between my thighs.
I gasped as he gave a sudden thrust, not giving me time to adjust before he was moving again, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, a moan ripping from my throat as he buried himself inside me with heavy, hard strokes.
No wonder he hadn't wanted me to be a virgin.
I ran my fingers down his back, feeling his muscles react to my touch, and Ashley gave a growl, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head, his fingers slipping between mine.
I felt a slight thrill go through me, and his lips caught mine, his tongue forcing itself into my mouth as he changed angles, and my muscles suddenly tightened as he found my spot.
He grinned against my lips, and I arched my back, so close to losing it I was about to implode.
"Ash-Ashley," I gasped, and then I couldn't stop. I gave a cry as my orgasm swept through me, my thighs clamping around his waist, and he groaned, burying himself to the hilt as he followed, his hands clenched in mine.
I don't think I would be able to walk tomorrow.
Ashley pressed his forehead against mine, his hair brushint my face, breathing just as hard as I was.
"God, Morgan," he muttered, and slipped his hands out of mine as he rolled off me. "You're like a firecracker."
"Is that good or bad?" I turned my head to look at him, seeing his lips twitch.
"Good," he told me, rolling onto his side, and pulling me to him. His slipped his arm around my waist, nuzzling my neck where I was pretty sure I would find a hickey in the morning. "Very good."
I smiled, and pressed a kiss against his chest.
That made me feel extremely good about myself.

Notes

Let me know what you think, I couldn't write all of this at once so I hope it flows well!