“I’m sure you had your reasons,” I tell her. “I just hope they didn’t record anything you said.”
“I made them swear on Theo they wouldn’t tell,” she murmurs.
“Then you did more than I can reasonably ask of you.”
“You’re not mad?”
I bring my face to hers, feel her breath ghosting over me. She stares directly into my eyes.
“I remember the first time you looked at me like this,” I whisper, tucking hair behind her ear. “I remember thinking that no one had ever looked at me like that before. And if they had, I wouldn’t have wanted it. But with you, Ava, it felt right.”
“How am I looking at you?” She murmurs.
“Like you want to know every single part of me. The good and the bad. The dark and the light. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?”
Her answer is to kiss me. Hard. She pulls herself against me, hands spreading over my back, letting me feel the fact she’s not wearing clothes under that robe. Her breasts press against me, her thighs rubbing like she’s urgently seeking friction.
“What’s gotten into you?” I growl between hungry kisses.
“Are you complaining?” She shoots back.
“Hell.” I pick her up, making her squeal. “No. Which one’s your room? Wait, will Theo?—”
“He’ll be fine,” she says, wrapping her legs around me. “We’ll check on him right after. And if he cries, we’ll hear him anyway.”
“Hmm. Thenwhich fucking room?”
I’m vibrating as she directs me. My cock has never been this hard, especially when she starts kissing and nibbling my neck. I carry her through the door and lay her on the bed, then turn to close the door.
When I turn back…
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.
She’s let her robe fall open, propped up on her elbows, one leg crossed over the other. Her naked breasts spill free, thick and veiny and fucking glorious. Precome surges out of my tip, soaking my briefs as I take shaky steps toward her.
“You asked what’s gotten into me,” she says breathily. “Maybe I just like feeling sexy. Is that so bad?”
I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed, grab her thick legs, and indulgently sink my fingers in. She whimpers beautifully when I pull her right to the edge, spreading her thighs even wider, so that I can see the hooded, hungry peak of her clit poking almost shyly between her thick, swollen lips.
“I could spend all fucking day licking and sucking and fingering this pussy,” I growl.
I suck on my finger, then move in circles around her entrance. “The way your slit moves for me, Ava, the way it flutters. Likeyour body’s begging me to slide inside you. To work your body hard until you’re leaking all over the floor.”
She gasps as if she couldn’t produce words if her life depended on it.
I push my finger inside her, feeling her tempting heat.
“Your mind’s a mess,” I growl, leaning in closer, kissing her folds, then her clit. “But your body doesn’t give a fuck how complicated this is. Your body just wants to be claimed. Just like that night. One magic night on repeat every time I use this perfect body.”
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her legs twitching.
“But now it’s even better,” I snarl.
“It… is?”
“You fuckingknowit is.” I slip another finger inside her, pushing all the way in, curling them to feel that hot, deep space inside her that makes her whimper. “Now you’re curvier. Thicker. And those fucking stretch marks… a reminder of how hungrily you took my cock, my load. Drinking it into your body after one night.”
She shatters for me then, pumping her hips in time with my thrusts. My fingers make a wet noise each time I push into her eager hole. I flick my tongue up and down her clit, drawing more aching moans from her.
