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Tickle Temptation - part 3
You wake up the next morning with Ashton’s arm draped over you, his breath warm on your neck. You can feel the heat of his body against yours and the lingering sensations from last night’s activities. Taking a moment to appreciate the intimate setting, you gently trace your fingers along his skin, feeling the soft hairs on his chest and the curve of his muscles.
Ashton stirs, and his eyes flutter open. ‘Good morning,’ he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep.
‘Morning,’ you reply, smiling shyly.
He leans in and kisses you gently on the lips before pulling away. ‘How did you sleep?’
‘Really well,’ you say, stretching your arms above your head. ‘I love waking up next to you.’
Ashton chuckles softly. ‘Me too.’ He runs his fingers through your hair, and you can feel yourself blushing under his touch.
After a few moments of silence, Ashton clears his throat. ‘So, what do you want to do today?’
You think for a moment before answering. ‘I don’t know… maybe we could go on a picnic or something? I’ve always wanted to have one in the park.’
Ashton grins. ‘That sounds like fun. Let’s do it.’
The two of you spend the morning getting ready, and by noon, you’re walking hand-in-hand through the park, a picnic basket swinging between you. The sun is shining, and the birds are singing as you find a quiet spot under a tree to lay out your blanket.
Ashton unpacks the basket, revealing sandwiches, fruit, and a bottle of wine. ‘I hope you’re hungry,’ he says with a wink.
You laugh. ‘Starving.’
The two of you eat in companionable silence, occasionally sharing glances and smiles. As you finish your sandwich, Ashton reaches over and tickles your side, making you squeal with laughter.
‘I love the way you giggle when I tickle you,’ he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You try to retaliate by tickling him back, but he’s too quick for you, and soon, the two of you are engaged in a full-blown tickle fight. Rolling around on the blanket, laughing and gasping for breath, you can’t remember ever feeling so carefree.
Eventually, you both collapse onto the blanket, exhausted but still grinning. Ashton leans in and kisses you softly, his fingers trailing along your jawline.
‘I can’t wait to undress you,’ he whispers against your lips.
Your heart races with anticipation as you gaze into his eyes. ‘Me too.’
As the sun begins to set, Ashton takes your hand and leads you back to his place. The atmosphere in the apartment is charged with desire as the two of you slowly undress each other while tickling one another’s sensitive spots. You can feel your body responding to his touch, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.
Finally, both of you are naked, and Ashton leads you to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours as he traces patterns on your skin with his fingertips. You can’t help but giggle as he tickles you, but soon, the laughter turns into moans of pleasure as he begins to explore your body more intimately.
The two of you spend the night lost in each other, exploring every inch of one another’s bodies and indulging in your shared tickle fetish. As the hours pass, you grow closer than ever before, your connection strengthening with each touch, each laugh, and each passionate embrace.
Finally, spent and sated, you curl up together in bed, your bodies intertwined as you share a passionate kiss. ‘Meet me downstairs for breakfast,’ Ashton whispers against your lips before drifting off to sleep.
You wake up in Ashton’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The sun streams through the window, casting a soft glow over the room. For a moment, you simply lie there, enjoying the intimacy of the setting. Then, you can’t resist any longer. Gently, you trace your fingers along his skin, savoring the feel of his muscles beneath your touch.
Ashton stirs, opening his eyes to look at you with a lazy smile. ‘Good morning,’ he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep.
‘Morning,’ you reply, your fingers continuing their exploration. As they drift lower, towards the sensitive spot on his side where his ribs meet, Ashton lets out a laugh.
‘Ticklish?’ you ask innocently, even though you already know the answer.
‘You know I am,’ he says, grinning. ‘But that doesn’t mean I won’t get my revenge.’
With a playful growl, Ashton flips you onto your back and begins tickling your sides. You squeal with laughter, trying to wriggle away from his touch. But he’s too strong, and soon, you’re helpless with giggles.
Eventually, he relents, and you both lie there breathless, laughing together. ‘I love your laugh,’ Ashton says, stroking your hair. ‘It’s so contagious.’
You smile up at him, feeling a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the sunlight streaming through the window. ‘Thank you,’ you say softly. ‘I love hearing yours too.’
Ashton leans down and kisses you gently, his lips soft and tender against yours. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate as your hands explore each other’s bodies. Soon, you’re lost in the sensations, your laughter forgotten as you give yourself over to the heat between you.
Ashton pulls away, his eyes dark with desire. ‘I want to worship every inch of you,’ he says, his voice low and husky. ‘Let me show you how much I appreciate your body.’
With that, he begins to massage you, his strong hands working their magic as they glide over your skin. He starts at your shoulders, kneading the tension away before moving down your arms and across your chest. You moan softly as his fingers dance over your sensitive nipples, causing them to harden beneath his touch.
Ashton smiles at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. He continues his massage, working his way down your stomach and hips before finally reaching your thighs. By now, your entire body is tingling with desire, and you can feel the wetness between your legs as your arousal builds.
Ashton pauses for a moment, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘I’ve always wanted to try using oil for a massage.’
Before you can respond, he stands up and walks over to the bedside table, where he retrieves a bottle of fragrant massage oil. He drizzles some onto his hands, rubbing them together to warm it before returning to you.
As he starts to massage your body with the oil, you can’t help but moan at the sensation. The slippery liquid feels incredible on your skin, and Ashton’s strong hands seem to know exactly where to touch you to drive you wild with desire.
Soon, the massage becomes more than just a massage. Ashton’s hands wander lower, teasingly brushing against the folds of your pussy before slipping inside. You gasp at the sensation, your hips bucking involuntarily as he begins to finger you with expert precision.
Ashton’s lips find yours again, his kisses deep and passionate as he continues to explore your body. With each stroke of his fingers, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your entire being focused on the pleasure he’s giving you.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you cry out as you climax, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. Ashton holds you tightly, his fingers still gently stroking you as you ride the waves of pleasure.
After a few moments, he pulls away and lies down next to you, his chest heaving with exertion. ‘Wow,’ he says, grinning at you. ‘That was incredible.’
You smile back at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. ‘It really was,’ you agree.
Ashton leans in and kisses you again, his lips soft and tender against yours. ‘I love being with you like this,’ he whispers. ‘It feels so right.’
You nod, too overcome with emotion to speak. In that moment, you know that you feel the same way – that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than here, in Ashton’s arms.
After a while, you both get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast. As you sit at the kitchen table, eating pancakes and sipping coffee, you can’t help but smile at each other like a pair of love-struck teenagers.
‘So,’ Ashton says, setting down his fork. ‘What do you want to do today?’
You think for a moment before answering. ‘I don’t know,’ you say. ‘Maybe we could play some truth or dare?’
Ashton raises an eyebrow. ‘Truth or dare? That sounds interesting.’
‘It could be fun,’ you say, grinning mischievously. ‘And I have a feeling it might involve some tickling…’
Ashton laughs. ‘You know me too well. Alright, let’s do it.’
The two of you spend the afternoon playing truth or dare in the living room, laughing and giggling as you take turns tickling each other. Ashton tries his best to keep a straight face while you remove your top, but he can’t help but laugh as he struggles not to react.
Eventually, you both decide to take the game into the shower, where you use your fingers and the water jet to tickle each other before having sex against the wet tiles. The sensation of the water on your skin heightens your arousal, leading to an intense climax that leaves you both breathless and satisfied.
After your shower, you wrap yourselves in towels and collapse on the bed, exhausted but happy. Ashton pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you as you snuggle against his chest.
‘I don’t want this weekend to end,’ he whispers, kissing the top of your head.
You smile, feeling a warmth in your heart that has nothing to do with the physical sensations between you. ‘Me neither,’ you say softly. ‘But we have tonight, and that’s all that matters right now.’
Ashton nods, his eyes closing as he drifts off to sleep. You follow suit, allowing yourself to be lulled into slumber by the sound of his steady breathing and the warmth of his body against yours.
And so, you spend your final night together wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in a world of laughter, passion, and endless possibilities.