We’ve been at it since last night, and it feels so easy and natural I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to let her out of my bed. Months of holding back and looking away, all of it pouring out now like a blown pressure valve. I love that she lets me give her pleasure. That she wants me to do it. She’s trusting me.
And I swear, I’ll honour that trust.
‘Oh!’ She digs her heels into the bed. ‘Close. God, I’m close. I’m coming. I’m…’
I double down. ‘Come on my tongue, Ava. I want every fucking drop.’
‘Yes! Scottie… Ah! Ahhh…’
Her body goes taut, her thighs are shaking, and I ride out every spasm of her climax with my tongue, only easing back when she sags into the sheets. I revel in all of it. The flush spreading down her collarbone. The tears leaking from the corners of her closed eyes.
My own breathing is ragged as I crawl up her body. Ava peers up at me, blissfully fucked. Her long hair’s down, light brown with threads of copper I didn’t expect. I barely registered it last night in the dark, but seeing it fan across the pillow now, catching the soft morning light… God. So gorgeous.
‘You, Sir,’ she pants, pointing a trembling finger at my chest, ‘should register that tongue as a weapon.’
I drop a kiss on her chin. ‘I see it more as a gift.’
She laughs that husky snort again and reaches for me. Her hand travels down my chest, over my abs, and finds me rock-hard.
Her eyebrows fly up. ‘Again or still?’
I grind against her core to let her feel my problem. ‘It’s a permanent condition at this point.’
A spark of mischief cuts through the haze. ‘Well. Good thing we have…’ She looks at the bedside table, and her face falls. Two open foil wrappers from last night, that’s it.
‘Oh no,’ she says. ‘That was the last one?’
‘We were lucky I had two. Didn’t think I’d need a bulk supply this weekend. Or ever.’
‘We don’t need a rubber for everything.’ She shifts, angling her wet heat right against me. ‘And I want you to have fun, too. Maybe there’s a way…’
Fun. The word is so wildly inadequate it’s laughable.
‘I-I…want to watch you come,’ she says. ‘On me.’
Every coherent thought I’ve ever had explodes. ‘You serious?’
Her face is bright red. ‘Yes. I want… I want to see you lose it for me.’
I’m so fucking gone for her. By now, I’d give her anything she asks for. And she’s so damn wet we don’t need anything else to make it feel good. I push the root of my thick ridge down with my thumb and rub through her soaked pussy lips. The slide of it drags a groan out of me. I pick up the pace and track the fluttering at the base of her throat. The sweat beading on her upper lip. The way she meets every glide.
She likes it. I can tell. She’s biting down on her bottom lip so hard it’s turning white, and her free hand – the one that isn’t resting on my chest – drifts up her own body to her pretty little tits. She rolls one nipple between her fingertips, pinching, and the sight of it sends a jolt straight through my cock.
‘Ava. Fuck, that’s so fucking hot… You’re…’ I can’t finish. I can’t even breathe.
‘So… So good. God, Scottie, keep going…’
The friction is too fucking amazing. It tightens every muscle in my lower back.
‘Right there. Oh god, right there…’ She shudders, a sob catching in her throat. ‘You feel so good. You feel so… Ah!’
Everything cinches up. Fuck, I’m close, too. But she’s closer, and she’s getting there first if it kills me.
‘That’s it, Ava.’ I growl. ‘Give me another one.’
Her spine bows, and her mouth falls open on a silent ‘o’. Her lids squeeze shut. She’s bucking up against me in helpless twitches, riding it out, and her little clenches push me over the edge with her.
I’m there. I’m fucking right there.
