“Fuck, Ava,” he breathed as he looked down to where our bodies connected, not breaking his rhythm as he slid his rigid dick back and forth against my clit. My pyjama pants were completely soaked with my arousal. “We look so good together.”
I grabbed a hold of his jaw, guiding his face back to mine. “Imagine how good we’ll look when your cock is sliding in and out of me.”
“Keep talking like that and I’m coming in my pants like a goddamn teenager,” he panted, his eyes wild with hunger.
“Hmm,” I closed my eyes and bit my lip, falling into the feel of him against me. “I can’t wait to taste it.”
He chuckled. “I can let you have a taste.”
He pulled his waistband down and exposed the head of his cock. I buckled my hips against his at the sight of it. All those nights that I had practically thrown myself at him like a feral cat, and this was the first time he let me see it.
I watched him swipe two fingers over the bead of cum on his head, and lift those fingers to my mouth. I lifted my head and opened my mouth to taste him, but he retracted his fingers. I looked up to see him smirking down at me, an eyebrow raised.
He wanted me to stay still, so I did. He smeared his cum over my lower lip and I almost came. Then he pushed those two fingers into my mouth.
I had no idea Owen could be this kinky.
I rolled my tongue around them and sucked them clean.
“Jesus,” he breathed, his eyes fixated on my mouth. He slowly pulled his fingers out, then pushed them deeper into my mouth. He pulled them out again and this time pushed them in all the way to his knuckles, simultaneously thrusting his exposed dick against my clit. It was only my own pants that separated us.
I breathed through the gag reflex as he held his fingers there and relaxed my throat around them. Triumphantly, I watched the utter desire on his face as he watched me.
“Swallow,” he demanded, staring at my mouth.
I did, my throat contracting around his fingers. His cock twitched and he groaned, thrusting it hard against me. “Oh, the things I bet this mouth could do,” he whispered before replacing the fingers in my mouth with his tongue.
My body was pulsing with a fiery heat. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him deeper into the kiss, desperately meeting every one of his thrusts against my aching core.
He shifted his position slightly and I gasped as pleasure skittered up my spine. “Gods, Owen, yes! Like that.”
He gripped my ass harshly, squeezing me against him in that perfect angle. Three more thrusts and my back arched off the mattress, unable to hold off the orgasm that shattered through me.
Owen’s name echoed off the walls in the room, that had him throwing his head back, a shudder rippling through his body. “Jesus, Ava,” he hissed as he thrusted against me one last time, hot cum spilling over my stomach. I almost came again, satisfaction ringing through my whole body at how he lost control.
Pride glowed hot in my cheeks as he collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my hair, as he panted for air. “Fuck,” he whispered on every breath he blew out. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I giggled. His reaction was beyond satisfying after weeks of being stopped when it got too heated.
He lifted his head to look at me. I raked my fingers through his hair, grinning at the look of awe on his face.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” He kissed both my cheeks.
“What?”
“You saying my name when you come. Jeez!”
I giggled again as he nipped at my bottom lip.
Owen huffed a laugh and looked down between our bodies. “You made me come fromdry humping.”
“Imagine then, what it would be like to fuck me,” I whispered haughtily into his ear, grinning as he shuddered.
Owen cleaned us both up before climbing back into bed, pulling me against his chest. I sighed happily, loving the feel of his warmth. Loving that we finally crossed that line. There was no turning back now. There was no escaping the attraction that pulled us towards each other, that no amount of cold showers could extinguish.
And it didn’t scare me one bit. He was my safe place, I realised. I could always count on him. He was as steady as the tides of Bentley Cove. As steady as the rising and setting of the sun. I could rest easy in his warmth. I could breathe without worry that my oxygen would be snatched away.
“Ava?” he whispered against my hair.
