“Jesus, Jesse!”
There it is. All for me. I divide the attention of my tongue between her boobs, allowing her increasing impatience and breathy gasps to ease me back down to stable. Will I ever be stable? I hiss when she sinks her nails into my scalp, willing on the punishment until I’ve no more mess to lick up.
“All clean.” I stand, wiping my mouth. “But she wants more of my mouth.” This isn’t about what she wants, despite her wanting it. This is all about me. Easing my insecurities. Easing my pain. Easing my conscience. I place a hand on each of her thighs and spread her legs, dragging in air at the mere vision of her. “Fuck, Ava. You’re weeping.” I cast my eyes to hers as I lower my head, her smell potent, her heat sizzling. Every muscle she has locks tightly, preparing for me.
AmIprepared?
Never.
I plunge my tongue deep into her, flattening it and dragging it firmly up her center.
“Oh... God!” She bucks, and I drive two fingers inside, pinning her down with my forearm.
“You want me to stop?” I ask, licking her, kissing her, pumping hard with my fingers. I smile wickedly, maintaining my cruel combination of tongue thrashes and drives, savoring the sight of her falling apart. She’s coming. I can taste it. Feel it. Smell it.
Her clit pounds against my tongue and her body bends violently, her head tossing from side to side as she explodes on a yell, vibrating manically. Then she flops back down to the counter, gasping for breath, wet through. I should give her time to recover. Should. I can’t. She’s dripping, and my cock wants part of that. “You’re amazing. I need to be inside you.” I haul her hips up and hammer forward as I yank her down. “My turn.” There’s no space for consideration. No room for accommodation.
My hips piston, and I bang into her, out of control. It doesn’t take her long to find my sway. Her arms are flung back, she yells, and she accepts my power. I’m tight everywhere, my arms, my grip, my jaw. The friction is sublime, her face a picture. “Does that feel good, Ava?”
“God, yes.”
“You won’t run away from me again, will you?” I grunt through my pounds.
“No!”
It’s exactly what I needed to hear. Yet it doesn’t slow my thundering hips, doesn’t make me take my time. I drag her up and swing her around, slamming her into the wall, my urgency, my conscience, getting the better of me. But can I stop? Never.
Her yells are persistent and loud, like fuel to my engine. I don’t know how she’s sustaining this. I’m close to collapsing myself. My cock is becoming tender, my balls ache, my muscles scream.
I’m close. I look at the ceiling, my jaw set to snap, then her teeth sink into my shoulder.Fuck!My head collides with the wall, and she screams a scream I’m sure could reach The Manor.
I still, feel her pussy squeeze me, and I’m a goner.
I slam forward, my dick lunges, explodes, and I groan my way through my orgasm, feeling lightheaded and absolutely wrecked. “Jesus,” I choke, having to stop moving, the sensitivity too much, my whole frame shaking manically. I’m dazed. Confused. Out of breath. And out of my fucking mind in love.
She hugs me, gasping against my shoulder, both of us drenched, sticky, and useless. It takes me a few moments to find the required energy to get her back on the counter, and as soon as she’s on her back again, I collapse onto her. Spent. That was fucking brutal.
I dot kisses across her hot cheeks as she lies still and quiet, her eyes closed. What is she thinking? Is she wondering how she ever existed without this? Withoutme?
Her eyelids flicker, and she gazes sleepily up at me.
“You and me,” I say quietly, scanning her eyes, seeing life in their depths.
She doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t need to.
When she hides herself in my neck, I know what she’s telling me, but I may have to accept that she will never speak the words. I can do that, because Ava and I will always do our talking this way.
I don’t want to move her. Don’t want to separate our bodies. “We need a shower,” I say reluctantly, dragging both of us up, every one of her limbs remaining curled around me tightly.
“Let’s stay,” she pleads groggily, and I laugh.
“Just hold on.”Always hold on to me.“I’ll do all the work.”
She doesn’t protest. I hope she never will. I carry her to the bathroom and place her on the vanity unit. She looks magical on that unit.
“You’re sticky, I’m sticky.” And I want to show her how good I am at taking care of her. Let her become accustomed to my devoted attention. Expect it. Get shitty with me if she doesn’t get it. “Let me wash us both, then we can get in bed and snuggle. Deal?”
She pouts, barely able to keep her eyes open. I’ve literally fucked her to sleep. “No, put me in bed.”