I freeze, buried in her. “Ava?”
“Been taking my birth control.” Her words are raspy and breathless.
Her back arches, and her hair tickles my thighs. The Ava riding my dick, driving me mad with each stroke along my cock, is confident and seductive. Gone is the shy woman, and in her place is a temptress who knows how to ride me, driving us straight to oblivion.
When she begins to pant, I thrust into her, whimpers slipping between her lips. Her hand slides to where our bodies meet and finds her clit.
I groan. “Can’t—wait—”
“Jason,” she cries and falls forward a few thrusts later.
I hold her against me, our bodies slick with sweat, hearts thumping in our chests. At some point, I’d given up on having a woman like Ava. Thankfully I recognized the treasure she is when she entered my life.
“Jay?” she whispers, her soft breath fanning over my bare chest.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
A soft smile lifts her lips. “For sitting next to me at the bar that night. You’re the only man I would have gone home with.”
My brows raise. “You’re welcome?”
She swats my arm. “Shut up and love me.”
“I’m not sure I can do the first, but the second is a done deal. You can’t get rid of me now.”
“Promises… promises…”
