“Oh, Logan,” I gasped.
“Just like this. Let your body relax and do what it naturally does.”
“I love this. It feels—so—”
“Perfect?” he asked.
My gaze rose to meet his before our foreheads fell together. I didn’t want to speak it. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Slowly, he rolled my hips faster, in wider circles. His cock stroked parts of me that made my toes curl, and I felt that slow build in the pit of my gut. I captured his lips with mine. His arms cloaked my back. Our bodies moved together as his tight curls grazed my clit, and my carnal side took over again.
“Don’t stop, Logan,” I whimpered.
“I never would. I never would, Ava.”
“My body hurts in all the best ways.”
“Then I’ll give you a massage when we’re done.”
“I don’t want to be done,” I whispered.
He groaned at my words as his hips bucked up into mine.
“I don’t ever want to be done,” I gasped.
Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, until my head went back and my nails dug into him. He dropped his face into my cleavage and growled into my skin, creating a sensation that rattled my ribcage and unhinged my jaw in silent pleasure. My mind went blank and the room spun around me. His cock rippled and dumped into me, coating me with his cum and marking his territory like he had twice already. His hands dug into the middle of my back, holding me upright as my body shook and convulsed on top of his. He wrapped his lips around my nipples, sucked them and lapped against them as my pussy milked his cock for all it had.
Then I collapsed into him as he fell to the bed, and the last thing I remembered was his face nestling into my neck and his arms wrapping me up tight.
Logan
A knock at the door pulled me from my sleep. Ava shift in my arms, and it tugged a tired smile across my cheeks. She felt warm against my skin, soft. She shifted her leg, which was between my thighs, and I clamped down on it with my legs. A tired giggle fell from her lips, and it shivered my bones. Oh, her warmth. The smell of her hair. My face was buried in it, and it felt fantastic. No girl I’d ever dated had allowed me to hold her like this, as close as I was holding Ava. My body ached in all the best ways, and my thighs still burned from our activities the night before.
Another knock pulled me from my wondrous trance.
“Is that your door?” Ava asked groggily.
“Unfortunately.”
“You expecting someone?”
“Sometimes the neighbors lock themselves out. They use my balcony to hop to theirs in order to get in.”
“You’re eight floors up.”
“Tell that to them.”
She giggled in my arms, and I splayed my hands across her naked stomach. Fuck, she felt fantastic. I was going to kill my neighbors for making me pull myself away from her. I slid from bed as the knocking on my door grew more frantic, and I rolled my eyes. The least they could do is wait until my ass rolled out of bed. It was seven in the morning on a damn Saturday. It wasn’t my fault they went partying on their parents’ money and locked themselves out.
“Coming!” I called out.
I slipped on my boxers and pulled a shirt over my head. I looked back, taking one last look at the sleeping beauty in my bed. She pulled the sheet up over her naked form as a tint rose in her olive skin.
Ava really was a beautiful sight.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
“Take your time. I’m going to slip into my clothes once you leave.”
“Don’t get dressed on my account.” I winked.
Another giggle. Another shiver up my spine.
The knocking continued, and my frustration grew. For the love of fuck, I was going to have to draw a line with them. I heard Ava pad out of the room behind me, and I turned my head, my eyes bulging when I saw what she was wearing. She had on nothing but her panties and my button-down shirt. Her hair was a tousled mess on top of her head and her eyes were still full of sleep. She smiled at me before she ducked into my kitchen, and I heard her rummaging around, taking to herself and apparently planning out a breakfast she was going to cook.
“Eggs. Coffee. Where’s the milk?”
“Back of the fridge,” I said as my hand came down on my doorknob.
“Thanks!” she called out.
“Not a prob—”
I had opened the door and come face to face the harsh green eyes of my ex. Camilla was standing at my door.
“What? Did you forget I was dropping by after work for my things?” she asked.
“Yes. Damn, I did forget you were coming by,” I said.