“Look at me,” I growl, hungry for her next orgasm.
Her eyes flutter open, disoriented and heavy-lidded. I stare down into them, watching them go wide when I reach between us and press my fingers to her clit, rubbing in ruthless circles.
“Come for me,” I order, breath ragged, ready to follow her over the edge. “Right now.”
She does, like the command is what throws her over.
Her whole body shakes in my hands as she shatters around me, clenching and sobbing my name like I’m the only man in her life that’s ever made her come undone like this.
I don’t hold back. The snug heat of her wet release drags me with her. With a grunt, I drive into her one last time and spill inside, every muscle in my body going taut, then slack. For a moment, everything else ceases to exist.
Just me. Just her. Us.
“Wow,” she says, smiling sleepily.
She untangles her arm from beneath my body and brushes my damp hair back from my forehead. Her chest rises and falls, pushing against mine, still trembling from the exertion of the best sex of my life.
I’ve had many women over the years. Never ones that meant anything. A date to a gala here or a late-night fuck there. Sex with Ava has been a completely different experience. The way she responded and gave in to every rough kick of my hips. I’m addicted, and already want more.
I kiss her neck, her collarbone, the corner of her mouth. “Tell me you’re okay,” I ask, worrying my bottom lip.
She closes the small space between us, pulling it free with her teeth. Her pillow-soft lips slam into mine, claiming me as much as I’ve just claimed her tight little cunt.
When she finally relents, I don’t ask again. I have my answer.
I pull out gently, catching the glide of my cum pushing from her swollen cunt. I didn’t use a condom. I’ve never not used a fucking condom in my life. What the hell is wrong with me? Should I say something? But Ava doesn’t seem to be worried about it, and she has to know.
My mind races as I settle beside her, dragging another blanket up over our bodies, waiting for her to mention my carelessness. But all she does is tuck against me as if it’s always been her spot. That calms the chaos raging inside me. One of her smooth legs drifts up over mine, and her head rests on my chest. It’s remarkably natural.
The fire’s died down, embers pop in need of more fuel to keep us warm the rest of the night, but there’s zero chance of me moving from this position any time soon.
Outside, the wind picks up, beating against the cabin like crashing waves into a sandy beach. And then, suddenly, everything goes silent.
The low hum of the generator cuts out, plunging us into darkness.
Ava tenses slightly against me. “The powers out, again?”
“Yeah,” I murmur, voice thick with sleep and no plans to throw clothes on and haul my ass outside in the cold. “Generator probably ran out of fuel.”
She tilts her head up, brows pitched in concern. “Shouldn’t you?—”
“Nope,” I answer, dragging her tighter against me. “I’m not moving an inch from this warm body. Whatever’s out there can wait ‘til morning.”
Her laughter’s soft against my chest. I kiss the top of her head and sigh, knowing my excuse is great in theory, but we’ll freeze if I don’t at least throw a few more logs on the fire.
I sit up, pulling her with me, which lands me an indignant groan. Watching the blanket topple to her waist, her full breasts make my dick twitch. But even with the sex goddess beside me—her limbs still awkwardly tangled in mine—I know another round is out of the question right now.
Grabbing a couple of pieces of wood, I hand them over and nod toward the fireplace. We have a silent understanding that the less we move away from each other, the better.
When the logs settle into place, I draw her back down into our makeshift bed. I guess I’ll be sleeping another night with Ava after all.
Outside, the silence of the unknown presses in. Inside, we stay wrapped together, skin to skin, hearts beating in tune.
And somewhere between the weight of exhaustion and the warmth of her body, I let go, drifting off with her in my arms.
Tomorrow and its problems can come when it damn well pleases.
ELEVEN
