She doesn’t flinch under my stare. If anything, she leans into it. Daring me to look. To see her. Scars and all.
And I do.
I see everything.
“You’re beautiful,” I say.
She exhales like she’s been holding that breath for years.
My mouth finds her collarbone. Her neck. Her shoulder. I kiss every mark like it’s sacred. My lips trail lower, tracing the faint lines etched across her chest, each scar a story I want to learn by touch.
Ava's fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, her body arching under my weight. She's trembling, but not from fear—from the fire building between us.
I pull back just enough to look at her, my hands framing her face. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with need.
"Mason," she breathes, voice shaky. "There's something you should know."
I freeze, thumb stroking her jaw. "What is it?"
She swallows, cheeks flushing deeper. "I'm... I've never done this before. I'm a virgin."
The words hit me like a punch, but not in a bad way. It stirs something protective and hungry in my gut. She's giving me this trust, laying herself bare.
My cock throbs against my jeans, but I shove that down. Tonight's about her.
"Fuck, Ava," I murmur, voice rough as gravel.
I lean in, forehead to hers. "I'm gonna make sure you feel good first. Real good. Until you're begging for more."
Her breath hitches, eyes widening. "You'd do that? For me?"
"Yeah," I growl, nipping her lower lip. "Gonna worship this pussy until you come undone."
She nods, a small whimper escaping as I kiss her again, claiming her mouth like I own it. Our tongues clash, tasting the heat and hunger that's been simmering since I walked through that door.
She moans into me, her hands yanking at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I let her, then shove her back gently onto the bed, her legs spreading wider to cradle me between them.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, tugging them down along with her panties in one rough pull. She lifts her hips to help, exposing herself to me completely.
Her pussy is bare, glistening already, pink and swollen with want.
"Beautiful," I rasp, eyes locked on her as I settle between her legs. My rough hands grip her thighs, spreading her open. She gasps, but doesn't close up, her confident gaze holds mine, daring me on.
I lean in, breath hot against her skin, kissing the inside of her thigh right over a scar. Then another. Slowly, my stubble scraping lightly. She squirms, fingers clutching the sheets.
"Mason... please."
"Patience, baby," I say, voice low and commanding. "Gonna take my time with you."
My mouth finally reaches her pussy. I drag my tongue flat along her slit, tasting her for the first time. Salty-sweet, addictive.
She bucks, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. "Oh god..."
I grip her hips harder, holding her steady as I lick again, slower this time, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. It's swollen, begging for attention, and I give it, flicking lightly before sucking it between my lips.
Her legs tremble around my shoulders, heels digging into my back.
"Fuck, you taste so good," I mutter against her, the vibration making her whine. I delve deeper, tongue pushing inside her tight entrance, feeling how untouched she is. Virgin pussy, clenching around nothing but me now.
