I reached for her now, pulling her closer and silently taking off her sweatshirt, letting it fall to the floor. She didn’t try to stop me when I removed it or when I trailed my finger along her collarbone and hooked my finger on her bra strap, pulling it down before leaning in and brushing my lips over her shoulder.
She shuddered and I smiled against her skin, skimming my nose along her neck and jawline, soaking in the softness of her skin and the fresh citrus smell I suspected was uniquely hers.
She turned her head to the side and pressed her lips to mine. I froze for a second as she ran her tongue over my bottom lip before finally snapping, grabbing the back of her head and deepening the kiss, taking possession of her mouth.
I kissed her until I could barely breathe as she wrapped her arms around my neck, allowing me to reach behind her and pop her bra open.
“You are waking up a part of me that I thought has been dead for a very long time. Desire, jealousy… I feel them all when I'm around you. You’re making me weak and I don't like it."
“You make me weak, too,” she admitted as I let my lips hover over hers.
I kissed her again, pulling her body closer to mine.
Breaking the kiss, I asked, “Bedroom?” I huffed with relief when she jerked her head to the left.
I walked us in there and gently laid her down on the bed before getting rid of my clothes in record time, even popping two of the buttons off along the way.
I kept looking at her while I removed my clothes. I memorized everything—her hazy eyes full of desire, her swollen red lips, her heaving breasts. Ava attracted me now just as much as she did when she was a stranger, if not more.
I pulled at her yoga pants, raising an eyebrow when I saw she was not wearing any panties.
“They’re more comfortable that way,” she offered, her cheeks taking a lovely red hue.
I leaned over her, my dick harder than it had ever been, knowing that I was mere moments away from being inside her again and experiencing the bliss that had been haunting me for the past few months.
I kissed her lips again before running my lips down her body, stopping just as I reached the swell of her breasts, bigger than I remembered.
This was due to my child growing inside her. Instead of feeling terrified at the thought, my dick hardened to the point of pain, as if my primal instincts were taking over and I wanted to claim what was already mine.
"You, Ava, have brought me back to life," I whispered before my mouth closed over her erect nipple and I sucked on it.
Ava’s breath caught in her throat as she slid her fingers through my hair. “Oh, Hugo, Hugo…” she called my name.
“Yes, I’m here," I replied before focusing on her other breast whilst sliding my hand down her body and trailing my fingers over her soaked slit.
She was so wet for me. Only for me. I loved how my kisses and my touch had done this to her. People could lie and pretend, but a body couldn’t lie—she wanted me probably as much as I wanted her.
“You’re mine,” I growled as I grabbed my cock and slowly ran it up and down her wet heat.
“Yes, yes, I’m yours,” she replied, spreading her legs wider and inviting me in.
I pushed in slowly, wanting to remember everything, almost believing it was all a dream and I would wake up once again alone in my bed.
She gasped as she took me in, arching her back as I buried myself to the hilt while she wrapped her legs around me.
I started to move inside her slowly as I kissed her, keeping a gentle rhythm, my eyes on her as she ran her hands up and down my back. I wasn't fucking her—I was making love to her.
I had never made love to someone before, but now I never wanted to stop. I was bewitched by her moans every time I fully withdrew, only to push back inside her, with the way she raised her hips to meet my thrusts.
I closed my eyes as I felt my balls tighten, announcing my impending orgasm. I was not ready to come yet. I didn’t want our night to be over, but as she squeezed her walls around me, I knew I wouldn't last.
I brought my hand to her clit and rubbed it, wanting, needing her to come with me. I felt her shudder as she tightened around me and opened her mouth in a silent scream as she came.
I thrust twice more and came so hard my vision got blurry as I shouted her name.
I pushed myself up on my elbows, still inside her. I was worried I would hurt her and our child, so I knew I had to leave her body. Lying on the bed, I pulled her into my arms and she snuggled closer, resting her head on my neck, her nose skimming my throat.
Without saying a word, I pulled the duvet at the bottom of the bed to cover us, tightening my hold on her to prevent her from leaving the safety of my arms. Instead of pulling away, she nestled closer. With my arm around her waist, I kissed the top of her head. It was a first for me to be the comfort someone sought, instead of being the devil they ran away from.