“You okay?” I asked instead, avoiding her question.
“I think I’m hungry,” Ava said honestly with a small chuckle, which turned to a gasp when my fingers slid between her thighs. “Jett,” she groaned, her lids already fluttering closed.
“I’m hungry,” I whispered against her throat as I bit her skin softly.
“You’re insatiable,” she growled as her hips rolled to meet the rhythm of my fingers.
“I am,” I admitted as I ran my nose along her jawline. “I’ll stop if you want,” I asked her as I slowed my fingers.
Ava’s eyes flew open, piercing me with outrage. “You better not,” she warned me.
“Thank fuck,” I muttered with relief. I was hard as a rock, and my dick was eager to settle back into its new favorite place. I kissed the hollow of her throat as Ava widened her legs, and I moved in between them. “If it hurts, tell me,” I told her as I guided myself inside.
Even after the many times she took me last night, her pussy still protested to let me in easily. The resistance just made me want to push into her more, and I heard Ava moan in appreciation as I worked myself in.
“You feel so good,” she whispered as her fingers dug into my shoulders. She wasn’t the only one who would bear the marks of our night together.
Fully seated inside her, I paused as I took her in. She was beautiful; her body was perfect, her tits the perfect size. She was soft everywhere, and again I felt the overwhelming need to claim her.
“Why are you staring at me?” Ava asked me with a gentle smile.
“You’re beautiful.”
It was out before I realized. I didn’t spout that kind of talk, but Ava’s happy blush made me smile as she saw right inside me.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” She grinned. “Want me to flip? Avoids awkward morning breath,” she teased me with a raised eyebrow, making me laugh out loud.
I nodded as I withdrew, still marveling at the feel of her without that rubber layer between us. When I came inside her the first time, unprotected, I panicked, and she reassured me she was on the shot. My inner cynic had warned me not to be stupid, but I’d realized very early on with Ava that she was completely genuine.
Now, all I wanted was to feel her walls clenching around me and milking my dick of every drop I had to give.
On her hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder at me in question. “Stop staring at me and do me already,” she demanded playfully as she wagged her ass back and forth. “I need you.” Her plea was thick with lust, and I felt immense satisfaction at her words.
How I never came there and then was probably the result of a long night of sex. With a single thrust, I pushed into her, and I heard her moan of pleasure as I started to move. Jesus fuck, she was already gripping onto me as I moved inside her. Pushing her head into my pillows, I leaned over her.
“People are still sleeping, babe, don’t scream.”
Babe? Who the fuck was I?
Ava’s pussy clenched around me as she clutched the pillow to her mouth to stop her moans as her ass pushed back into me. I was no longer sure who was fucking who; all I knew was that I needed to come, and I wasn’t starting off the day without giving Ava her orgasm first.
My hips picked up speed, and I wondered at my own stamina. Thank the good Lord, Coach didn’t train on Sunday. I would never last on the practice field today.
“Jett,” Ava whispered at me, trying to control her moans. “Jett, harder, I’m so close.” Her voice picked up in volume, and I pushed her back into the pillows.
“I know,” I told her as my hands gripped her hips. “Don’t fucking scream,” I grated as I moved harder and deeper into her. I felt the familiar quiver at the base of my spine as my head tipped back, and I stared sightlessly at the ceiling. Her walls clamped down on me so tightly I swear I saw fucking stars before she did it again, and clenching my jaw so firmly that I may have cracked teeth to stop my own groan as my body seized up, I came hard deep inside her. I’d definitely bruised her this time, but as my dick pulsed its release, I didn’t care. I was aware Ava’s own body had locked up as she came, and I doubted she cared either.
I collapsed beside her. She hadn’t moved, and, tired, I covered us both with my sheet.
“Need to clean,” she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion, and I ran my hand over her ass.
“Sleep.” My eyes were already closed. “Wash later.”
“Mm-kay.” I felt her move into me slightly. “Don’t judge me for being sticky.” Her whisper was soft, and I was sure she was already asleep before she finished, and I laughed softly at her ridiculousness.
Reaching out, I pulled her further into me. I didn’t question my need to have her close; I just knew I needed to be touching her. I may never stop needing to touch her. The thought didn’t even scare me.
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