“Can I…?”
“You never have to ask,”I say.
She kisses me. Slow, tender.
Then she climbs into my lap, straddling me. Her body still bears bruises, but she doesn’t shy away.
My hands find her hips first, fingers spreading wide to hold her steady without gripping too hard, feeling the soft give of her curves under my palms.
I slide them up to her waist, thumbs brushing beneath her breasts, then down to her thighs, kneading the flesh there lightly, careful to avoid the swollen spots near her ankles.
She reaches between us slow but determined. Her fingers wrap around my cock, stroking from base to tip with a feather-light touch that still sends heat shooting through me.
I’m fully hard now, thick and throbbing in her hand, the head slick with pre-cum. She lifts her hips just enough, positions me at her entrance, and guides me inside.
I groan as her pussy takes me in, inch by inch, her walls hot and wet, clenching softly around me. She’s tight, even this aroused, and I fight the urge to thrust up, holding still so she can set the pace.
Her ankles rest lightly on either side of my thighs. No strain, no pressure. She goes up, then sinks down, taking all of me, and we both pause there. Breathing hard. My cock buried to the hilt.
We make love slow. No rush. Just need.
She starts rocking over me, hips rolling in gentle waves, lifting and lowering with careful rhythm. I match her, hands still at her hips, guiding without forcing, helping her find the tempo that feels good without pulling on her bruises.
Her breasts sway with each movement, nipples hard and begging. I lean forward, mouth closing around one, sucking lightly, tongue flicking the peak. She moans, breathy and soft, her good hand sliding into my hair.
“You’re mine,”I breathe against her skin as she grinds down, her clit catching on the base of my cock.“Forever, Ava.”
She nods, eyes locked on mine. She moves a little faster now, her slick heat sliding up and down my shaft, the sound of it filling the room.
I feel everything. Every tight flutter, every clench of her pussy around me when I shift my hips to hit deeper.
My hand moves to her ass, cupping one cheek and squeezing gently, guiding her with care. The other stays at her waist, keeping her steady.
Pleasure builds like a slow burn. Her breaths turn to shaky whimpers.
I reach between us, thumb circling her clit in rhythm with her hips. She’s drenched, coating my cock and balls, the wetness making every glide deeper, easier.
Her walls pulse tighter, squeezing me like a vice. I groan, the sound rough in my throat, holding back just long enough for her to reach the edge.
“Mason…”she gasps, voice breaking as she comes.
Her whole body shudders, pussy clenching around me in waves.
I thrust up once, twice, controlled and careful, then I lose it, spilling inside her with a deep, ragged growl.
Heat floods her as I come, buried deep, filling her until there’s nothing left but the sound of our breathing.
She collapses against me, her forehead on my shoulder, my arms around her. Light, protective, wrapped around every inch of her like a vow.
No words. Just the afterglow. The silence of something real.
I kiss her temple, breathe her in.
“I meant it,” I murmur. “You’re mine. Forever.”
Tears slip down her cheeks, but she’s smiling too.
“You really mean it?” she whispers.
