Ashton is lying on the couch with his head on my lap, watching some reality TV show. It has been a couple of weeks after his appendix surgery. It left a scar just above his hip. He’s tracing his fingers over it.
"Do you like it?" he asks.
"Like what?"
"The scar. It looks ugly. I hate it."
"Why would you say that? I think it looks good."
"I know you hate it."
What had gotten into his head? I didn’t hate the scar. I think it looks a bit bad ass. And he didn’t even talk about it until just now.
"Why are you brining the scar up anyway?" I ask.
He shrugs and says: “I don’t know. I don’t want it to keep you reminding of the surgery. I know you feel bad about me having that surgery.”
That was true. For some reason I think it was my fault that he had to have surgery. When I know better. But why did it bother him so much. He never talked about the scar.
I don’t want him to not feel bad about the scar anymore. It is a nice scar and it would never bother me. I have to show Ashton that I love with, even with a scar.
I get up crawl on top of him. He gives me a funny look. I push up his shirt a bit, revealing the scar. I lean down and put soft kisses on the scar. Soft, little kisses. I see goosebumps on his skin and smile a little.
While I’m still kissing his scar, I start undoing his belt. After that, I unzip his pants. I push down his pants, taking his boxer along with it. He ain’t hard enough yet, but will be soon.
I’m kissing my way down. Once I reach his member, I put a small kiss on the top. I hear Ashton suck in his breath.
With every kiss, he grows. I decide to tease him a little more and lick around his tip. Ashton tries to hold to the cushions. I take him in my hand and start pumping agonizing slowly. I lick him a couple more times.
"Damn Rebecca, take me all or nothing," he groans.
I take his tip and put it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. After a while he can’t take it anymore and starts pushing himself in me. He grabs a hand full of my hair and pulls it, making me go up and down.
This control he has over me is a slight turn on. I moan around him, earning a moan from him. The sound of him moaning gets me soaking through my panties. Thank heaven I’m only wearing a shirt and panties.
I let him slip from my mouth. Ashton looks up to me. I give him a wink to let him know I’m not done yet. I take off my panties and his boxer completely. I crawl on top of him and stradle him. I grind on him slightly, just enough to make him beg.
"Please, Rebecca, I need it so badly," he begs.
"Just be patient," I say with a smirk.
For just a little extra teasing, I take off my shirt very slowly. After that, I lean forward and kiss him all over his chest, admiring every inch of his body. I kiss up to his neck and nibble on his earlobe. A throaty groan drops out of his mouth.
I line myself up above him sink down slowly. Ashton closes his eyes and moans deeply. Feeling him inside gets me moaning like crazy. He places his hands on my hips and makes me go up and down. After a while our pace increases and Ashton starts thrusting inside me too.
A warm feeling forms inside me. But before I release myself, I start going faster. The thrusts become sloppy and his breath gets irregular.
I lean down and whisper in his ear: “Let go, baby.”
With a loud, animalistic groan he releases himself. Feeling him twitch inside me sets me over the edge, making me claw at his chest.
After we ride down our highs, I lay down my head on his chest and listen to his heart beat. Ashton puts his arms around me and kisses my head.
"Thank you for being such an amazing girlfriend and not let my scar bother you," he whispers.
"Always," I say, "anything for my man."
