“I’m sorry I haven’t been myself.”
“It’s okay, baby. Do you feel better now?”
She nods. “But I need you.”
I grin. “Have you missed my touch?” I stroke my hands along the back of her legs.
“Yes.” She grips my hair firmly.
I take each of her shoes off and remove her tights. Next goes her underwear.
Standing, I make quick work of ridding her of her blouse and the light pink bra beneath it. My eyes fixate on her breasts. Round and firm. The perfect fit for my hands.
“These,” I croon. “I love very much.”
She moans when I rub her nipples. “Who would’ve thought you’d be a boob man?”
“Why do you say that?” I ask, leaning in to kiss her neck before I drag my mouth lower and circle each peaked nipple with my tongue.
She shrugs, but it turns into a shiver. “I don’t know. I thought that since you’ve been a virgin for like a million years, you might not care. I’m kind of glad to know that you’re like most men.”
She squeals when I bite her neck. A small trickle of blood trails her skin and I lick it away. The taste of her—sweet, like a sugar cookie—hits my tastebuds and I moan. I’d give anything to sink my teeth into her and drink for real. When I pull away, her eyes are heady and those perfect pink lips are parted.
“Bend over the kitchen table and keep the skirt on,” I command.
She obeys immediately and peeks over her shoulder, giving me a coy smile. “Those bodice rippers really did teach you a thing or two.”
“You have no idea.”
I slap her butt cheek and she jolts forward. A long, drawn-out moan leaves her and I smile in satisfaction.
Sinking to my knees, I bury my face in her perfect pussy. I lap at her center, relishing in the taste of her. I suck at her clit until her legs are shaking and she screams so loud when she orgasms that I have little doubt that Zavier and Celine heard if they’re home.
She’s still lost in the throes of pleasure when I unbutton my jeans and shove them and my underwear down just enough to free my cock. I give my length one hard stroke before I sink into her sweet, wet heat.
Ava claws at the table, her pussy spasming against my cock as she comes again.
“That’s it.” I rub the globes of her ass. “Take my cock.”
“Valen,” she gasps. “I…”
“I know, love. I know.”
She mewls in protest when I pull out, but I desperately need to see her when she falls apart again. I flip her over so she’s on her back and slip inside her again.
“Off,” she pleads, tugging on my shirt. “I want to touch you.”
I rip my shirt off—literally, because if my girl wants my shirt off, I’m going to get rid of it as quickly as possible. Her fingers caress my stomach and drift farther down to graze the base of my cock every time it slides out of her perfect pussy. Her breaths become unsteady, and her inner walls squeeze against me.
“I’m coming,” she gasps.
“Yeah, you are,” I growl, holding her hips so I can pound into her.
“Yes, yes. Oh my God, Valen!” she cries out, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes,” I command. “You look at me when you come.”
It takes her a moment, but they flutter open, and the pleasure reflected in her blue eyes has me chasing my own orgasm. I grit my teeth. Close. I’m so fucking close.
