I placed a bunch of the blankets and pillows on the floor, making a pallet. The candles on the table offered a glow above us. And even though my phone might die, I chose to put some soft music on in the background.
Kneeling on the blankets, I reached out a hand for Ava.
“Come here,” I said.
Taking it, she knelt with me, our faces close. I kept some distance between us so I could look at her, admire her.
“You’re beautiful, Ava.”
I stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers, down to her clavicle, over to the top of her chest. As I did, her nipples hardened under the tight tee she wore. That was when I noticed the piercings on both her nipples, and fuck, that was hot. It took everything in me to not grab them, pinch them, but I stayed the course.
“So freaking beautiful, skin so soft.”
My finger trailed up her neck and landed on her full lips, pulling down the bottom one.
“I’ve dreamt of kissing these perfect cherry lips.”
I pushed my thumb into her mouth, against her tongue, getting it wet. Finally able to run my finger along that damn sexy lip ring. As I rubbed the wetness along her lip, it glistened in the candlelight, begging for me to kiss it, bite it. The moan I elicited from her was deep in her throat, and my dick reacted. It swelled against my pants, and I was desperate for her to touch me.
“Then do it, Logan,” she said, her words breathy. “Kiss me, please.”
Our lips collided as my mouth claimed hers. Our tongues fought a battle that started weeks ago, and I had finally been granted permission to strike. My lips found that ring, pulling it into my mouth gently, giving it a tug. First with my lips, then my teeth. My tongue dipped back inside her mouth, a delicate dance between us. Her hands raked through my hair, down my back, to the hem of my shirt. She lifted it up and over my head.
Pushing away from me, she looked at me in awe. Her finger marked a hot trail across my chest as it dragged down my torso, over the band of my pants, a nail teasing to go in. Her eyes cameback up to mine, those green orbs sparkling as they shimmered in the glow of the snowy light from the window.
“I’ve never seen someone with a body like yours, not up close,” she said. “Every part of you is like it’s carved of marble, like you were made from a mold of perfection.”
Her compliment swirled inside me, creating a tornado of heat fighting to get out. My fingers itched to move, to touch her skin, her body, as she knelt as an offering in front of me.
“Ava.” Her name came out as a tortured whisper. “May I take your shirt off? And touch you?”
Unexpectedly, she gripped my face in her hands, forcing me to look directly at her. Her look was soft, though her grip wasn’t.
“Logan,” she said. “We’re doing this, and I want it. I love that you’re asking for my consent, and here it is. For all of it. You don’t need to ask again. You have my permission to do anything to me.”
I nodded as best I could as she continued to hold me in her steel grip. As she released me, her lips came to mine, a soft kiss to replace the wicked hold.
She whispered against my lips. “Is that what you needed?”
I pressed my forehead to hers, suddenly holding back tears, and nodded. When we pulled away, she wiped at my eyes and then kissed the delicate skin there.
“Mytender Tank,” she said, then laughed lightly.
I didn’t realize how important her consent was. Obviously, it became more important after hearing her thoughts from our first weeks together. But getting it put my mind, and my heart, at ease.
And roused my cock.
“I’d like you to get back to work, Mr. Somers,” she said.
“Don’t need to tell me twice.”
My finger went to the edge of her shirt along her collarbone, following it to her cleavage. A spot I’d fantasized about manytimes. As the tips of my fingers grazed the swell of her breast, my hand flattened on her skin. The anticipation of seeing her piercing was too much. I pulled her shirt down until her peaked nipple popped out, complete with a silver bar ring. A perfect dark circle surrounded it, begging to be put in my mouth. My mouth watered at the notion.
“Ava, christ, you are so fucking hot.”
My fingers were going to do some magic first. Gripping the bar and her nipple between two fingers, I gently twisted and pulled while watching her. Ava’s head fell back as her mouth opened.
“Logan,” she moaned.
