I cup her breast, testing the weight for a moment, before I let it go, my hand drifting down along her side, tracing her ribs, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hip. She doesn’t have panties on. She’s bare-assed naked under the shirt so I cup her pussy.
A little moan leaves her, and she shifts, her thighs opening for my fingers. I take my advantage and slip them farther, encountering wet heat. She arches against me and I shift, her head falling back on my shoulder, a shuddery breath leaving her when I begin to slowly stroke.
We don’t say a word. It’s so quiet and dark in my room. And she’s so damn wet, I can hear my fingers as they move inside her pussy. The accelerated pants of her breath. She winds her arm around the back of my head, turning toward me at the same time I turn to her, our mouths meeting in a hot, sloppy kiss.
I need this, I think as I feast on her mouth, my tongue gliding against hers. I need her.
I need her so damn bad.
We end the kiss, Ava rubbing her ass against me invitingly, and I know what she wants.
I want it too.
Removing my hand from her pussy, I place it on her hip, readjusting myself so my cock is right where it needs to be. I grip the base with my other hand and slowly push forward, filling her up inch by inch, until I’m fully inside her.
We lie like that for a moment, both of us catching our breaths. Adjusting to the position. I don’t remember us fucking like this much before. I always wanted to be face to face with her, so I could look at her. Watch her as the pleasure washed over her. I got off on those expressions, knowing I was the one who made her feel so damn good.
This is hot too, though. It’s so dark, we can’t see each other anyway.
I start to move, withdrawing almost all the way out of her body before I plunge back in. I keep the pace slow, driving myself out of my mind, but damn, it feels so good. I want to stretch the moment out for as long as possible.
A moan leaves her when I nudge even deeper. I keep doing it, hitting that same spot over and over, a grunt leaving me every time. Suddenly impatient, I pull out of her, ignoring her cry of protest as I kick the covers away and rise up on my knees, repositioning her until she’s lying on her stomach. I reach around her, my hand splayed on her abdomen as I haul her up into position.
On her hands and knees.
She glances over her shoulder at me, her hair covering most of her face, but I can make out one glittering green eye. Pouty lips. The expression on her face is telling me everything she’s feeling without her having to say a word.
She wants this. She wants me.
I hold onto her hip as I slide inside of her, dropping my gaze on the spot where our bodies connect. I watch in total fascination as I slide in and out of her body, that familiar feeling racing down my spine and settling deep in my balls. I could come like this. So easily.
Too easily.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pause, my fingers pressing into her flesh, my cock all the way inside of her, throbbing. Anxious to blow.
Not yet, I tell myself. Not yet.
She moves with me, to the point that I don’t have to do anything but watch as she slides up and down my dick. It’s fucking hot. Everything about this moment is heightened. Charged. The air seems to sizzle the faster we fuck and a cry falls from her lips, just as her pussy grips me in a stranglehold.
Ava’s coming, her pussy milking my dick, drawing the orgasm out of me almost involuntarily. A groan leaves me when it hits, my entire body stilling as my cock throbs, spilling semen deep inside her.
We collapse onto the bed together, me sliding up so we’re face to face. I kiss her. Devour her. She turns more fully toward me, her arms slipping around my neck as she presses her body to mine.
I love her. I love her so much, and I thought I’d lost her. Hell, at one point tonight, I thought I was losing my mom, too. My life. It’s been a tumultuous six months and I don’t know how I’ve kept my head in the game.
Foreign emotions hit me, making me feel heavy as I cling to her, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She winds her legs around my hips, her mouth finding mine once more. We kiss as if we’re never going to stop and I roll her over so she’s beneath me. Her thighs spread, allowing me to settle in between them and the more we kiss, the harder I get.
Until I’m slipping inside of her again, fucking her hard. Harder. Holding nothing back this time around. She takes it, whimpering every time I slam into her, and I kiss her, stealing that sound. Her breath. Wishing I owned her very soul.
I know she owns mine.
I’m feeling everything. All of it. Her and me. Our connection. How good it is between us. How right. I can’t let her go after this. If she pulls some shit on me again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive it.
She’s my world. My princess.
Hell, my queen.
“I love you,” I whisper against her mouth, my thrusts hard, jolting her up the mattress with every push of my body. “I love you so fuckin’ much, Ava.”