What if Ashley just came out of the shower and his skin is soft and warm, his hair is damp, and there's just a towel around his waist. And he knows you're turned on by him, he knows exactly how to wind you up.
And after he has you completely wrapped around his finger, about to do anything for him, he'll tease the shit out of you. He'll suck and nip at your neck, nibble slightly on your earlobe, leave hickeys across your collarbones, lightly trail his lips down your chest and leave wet kisses along your hips and the soft skin above the waistband of your pants.
And he knows just how good he is at this. He knows exactly what he's going to do to make you go completely insane. He can have you begging for him in seconds, he can make his work fast and intense, or as painfully slow as he wanted. And when you give up and give into his game, feed his ego, tell him just how much you need him and how good he feels, will he finally fuck the shit out of you.
The end. Please join me at my funeral.
