The sensation of her body pressed to Ashleigh's was wonderful-- every sweet spot she longed to touch was at her disposal.  She could savor the curve of her bottom in her hand, the quivering, tender flesh of her sex along Izzy's own sensitive fingers, the stretch and swell of her throat in every soft, plaintive moan and gasping swell.<br/><br/>But that wasn't all of it, not by far.<br/><br/>The<i>experience</i>of her... the jagged thorns having given over to tenderness, adoration-- it was an act of discovery, like she'd found some secret impossible for the world to see.<br/><br/>But, again, that wasn't all of it.  Being with Ashleigh, savoring her physical body and her affection-- even if only this first night, was an experience that satisfied a desperate need in Izzy.  Still, when the sweet pleasure had wracked Ashleigh's body was trickling away, the feeling of a kiss-- offered from this girl to her mouth offered an assurance that the act-- summed up in four tiny words-- was something powerful and possessively satisfying.<br/><br/>Returning the kiss, Izzy, panted against Ashleigh's lips and felt the young woman's breasts heaving against her own.  She gently eased the girl's weight back to her feet, took a deep, steadying breath, and smiled down into her eyes.  "You didn't expect me to?"  She grinned then, flirtatious and shameless as she leaned back a bit to see all of Ashleigh at once.  "Cause I definitely wanted to."  Seeing Ashleigh all at once, a blush on her skin from the steam and the orgasm, caused a tightening in Izzy's thighs that caused her to squirm for just a moment, like someone had walked over her grave.<br/><br/>"I want to go to bed with you," she said softly, calmly-- no pretense or fancy-talking it.  "And I want to do so much more."