“What do you need, baby?” her breathy tone whispers to me as the moonlight highlights her upturned face. She bends to kiss the head of my cock, tonguing my slit, and my breath whooshes from my lungs. She presses a kiss to my inner thigh before biting lightly. I squirm beneath her. So this is how that feels.Shit.
“I need you. So badly it hurts. All of me hurts for you,” I pant softly, praying she’ll put me out of my misery. Her eyes peerup at me in question. They glitter so beautifully, I chance getting lost in them. I’m okay with that.
“I don’t want to hurt you, and there is no way that you’re taking the reins tonight,” she states, pointing to my injury.
“It’s not going to tear open. Colin said I’m okay. It’s just really sore. I don’t care if it hurts a little.I fucking need you.I need to feel you wrapped around my body. I need to be buried so deep inside you that I can feel your soul entwine with mine. I need you in my bones. I just–”
Ava cuts me off with her hot mouth sliding over my cock. I groan, the feeling so good but not nearly enough. My fingers flex in her hair as she stares up at me. She bobs a couple of times, but I allow it even though I’m desperate for her. I’m about to drag her up my body when she lets me pop free of her mouth and crawls up to straddle my hips with her legs. Her eyes lock onto mine as she reaches between us and guides me to her entrance.
“Yes, please, baby. Please.Please. Pleas–”I beg against her lips as she circles me around her entrance, cutting my plea off as we both gasp when she slides down an inch. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips. I groan loudly with her as she continues to work down my shaft. My breath stutters from my lungs as a powerful wave of lust surges through me, and I fight the urge not to come right in that moment. When she seats herself fully onto me, we exhale deeply into a moan as our lips and tongues tangle.
“I will give you anything you want, if you beg me like that.Fuck, Marcus, you don’t know what that just did to me,” she groans out, clenching my cock with her inner muscles and grinding her hips lightly in a circle, making me shiver.
“I think I do know,” I whisper back against her lips, squeezing her ass and sealing her body against mine. I give her hips a little wiggle back and forth, and she gasps. I steal her air, sucking it in when it whooshes back out of her lungs. Reachingbetween us, I circle her clit lightly with my thumb, and she cries out.
She grabs my biceps as she leans into the pressure and begins to ride my cock nice and slow, gliding up and down with long, languid strokes that leave us both breathless. Every once in a while, I’ll grab her hips tight and slam her down, grinding her back and forth against me for a shock to her system. I feed off of her moans and revel in her gaspy cries. I grit my teeth as her legs begin to shake, her clit throbbing underneath my light, teasing touch.
“Take what you need, precious. Come for me.”
She grasps my face between her palms, lips crashing over mine as her hips take me more forcefully, stealing my breath. I wasn’t expecting it, and my resolve to hold back snaps as she chases her release. It’s wild and untamed. My orgasm barrels down on me, and I wrap an arm around her back, snaking my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck as my other hand presses her hips harder against me, burying me as deep as I can get. A strangled cry tears from my throat as she wails out my name, and my cock jerks violently within her, spilling my essence deep to mingle with hers as her walls spasm around me. I rest my forehead against her thudding heart, panting hard as we rock out every remaining ounce of pleasure. This woman tears me apart at the seams just to piece me back together as her masterpiece, better than before.
Emotion clogs my airway, and I struggle to catch my breath. I feel her shudder in my arms, hear her panting above me. I stay seated inside her but lay us down on my good side, slinging her leg gently over my hip. I’m not ready to part with her. I bury my face in her neck, too vulnerable to look her in the eyes in the moment. She runs her fingers through my hair and holds me close. This is my home.Sheis my home. I can’t wait any longer.
“Ava, I love you so damn much,” I whisper into her neck. She kisses my forehead, and I lift up to press my lips against hers. It’s so tender, it cracks my heart into what feels like a thousand shards of glass.
“I love you, too, Marcus.”
My cock responds by lengthening again, and I slowly move my hips to slide in and out of her. She moans softly while we kiss, and I languidly make love to her. She doesn’t fight me when the carnality takes over, and I roll her onto her back, my body surging into her, seeking to fill her womb with my seed. One day, this woman is going to carry my children, and the thrill that sends through me has me teetering on the edge. I don’t care if my stomach is on fire, I need this.
“Oh! Marcus!” she gasps between cries. She’s so close, her body is strangling me.
“That’s right, Firecracker. You feel so. Fucking. Good.”
“Please!”
“Please what? Tell me what you need.”
“Fill me,” she pants before keening, “Please fill me!”
I mutter a string of curses under my breath because damn, if that doesn’t make a man snap, I don’t know what will. The way she cries and begs for me to fill her sends me spiraling into oblivion, and there’s no stopping it. The force of that first kick of my cock pushes her over the edge with me, and her pussy milks me greedily, squeezing out every last drop. We’ve utterly wrecked each other. I fall asleep with my head on her chest after listening to her heart beat wildly for me.
35
Ava
Sunday morning, I wake to the smell of fresh bacon and eggs. I crawl out of bed and toss on a shirt of Mark’s before moseying into the kitchen to see him at the stove, bobbing his head to some music.
“Uh-uh. Nope.” He points to the kitchen counter. “There’s your coffee already made up. Take it and go crawl back into bed.”
I smile and do as he asks, grabbing the thriller I’ve been working on along the way. I curl back up under the covers as I sip on the fresh coffee.Mmm, that’s good. Some odd minutes later, a bookmark is sliding in front of the words I’m reading, and my book is being shut. I hadn’t even heard him come in.
“Good book?” he asks with a crooked smile, his hair disheveled and his gray joggers slung low on his hips. He did have a shirt on in the kitchen, but it’s gone now.
“What happened to your shirt?” I ask quizzically, eyeing his patched up abdomen. He is beautiful.
“Bacon grease,” he says with a quirked brow, eating up the way I’m checking him over. He sets the tray down in front ofme then crawls up next to me, grabbing a piece of bacon. He put plenty on my plate, and there are two forks, so I assume we’re sharing.
“This is so good.” I hum in appreciation as I take another forkful of scrambled eggs. He smiles and leans back happily against the headboard, content to watch me eat. I hand him another piece of bacon. He munches thoughtfully. “Penny for your thoughts?”
