His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point, and this time I let myself melt into him without worrying about who might see.
“I’ve got you, Sunshine.”
He had me more than he even knew.
His hands found the hem of my top, tugging it up and over my head. My sports bra followed a second later, and then his mouth was on my breast, hot and wet, and I was melting against the mirror.
But that wasn’t what I wanted. Not tonight.
“Wait.” I pushed gently at his shoulders.
He pulled back again, “What?”
I held his gaze as I turned us around so his back was against the mirrored wall and then sank to my knees on the hardwood floor.
His breath caught. “Ava?—”
“You’re always taking care of me,” I said, reaching for the button of his jeans. “Let me return the favor.”
His head fell back against the mirror with a soft thunk. “Fuck, Sunshine.”
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I freed him from his boxers where he was already hard and straining, and felt that familiar surge of power at the evidence of what I did to him. Especially right now when he was entirely at my mercy.
I wrapped my hand around him first, stroking slowly, watching his face. His jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists at his sides like he was fighting the urge to touch me.
“Hands in my hair,” I said. “I like it when you do that.”
He obeyed instantly, fingers threading through my ponytail.
I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.
“Goddamn.” The word came out strangled. “Aves?—”
I hummed around him, and his fingers tightened, pulling on my hair as his hips jerked involuntarily. I pulled back just enough to look up at him.
“Sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’tmean?—”
“I told you before.” I stroked him with my hand while I spoke. “Don’t apologize. I like it.”
His eyes darkened. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I took him deeper this time, finding a rhythm, using my hand where my mouth couldn’t reach. His fingers kept a tight grip on my hair like it was an anchor.
“Jesus, you’re good at this.” His voice was wrecked, barely recognizable. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I pulled back to swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting salt, and was rewarded with a groan that echoed off the studio walls.
I knew exactly what he liked by now. The way he lost it when I took him deep. The way his breath hitched when I used my hand and mouth together. The way saying his name with my lips still pressed against him made his whole body shudder.
So I did all of it.
“Oh fuck, Sunsh—” He broke off with a gasp as I took him deep again. “Exactly like that.”
I set a faster pace, feeling his thigh start to tremble under my hand. He was close. I could tell by the way his breathing had gone ragged and his grip had tightened in my hair.
