“I can’t—” She’s panting, her cheeks flushed. “I can’t think when you do that.”
I grin. “That’s the point.”
I go back to work, licking and sucking until her thighs are shaking, her moans filling the room. She comes with a choked cry, her fingers twisting in the duvet, her pussy pulsing against my tongue. I don’t stop, riding out every aftershock until she’s boneless and breathless, her chest heaving.
When I finally lift my head, her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen from biting them. She reaches for me, her hands unsteady. “Your turn,” she whispers.
I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” She swallows. “But I should warn you… I’m not exactly… experienced at this.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest. “Ava, love, you could wrap those pretty lips around my cock and just breathe on it, and I’d still lose my mind.”
She huffs, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes—pleasure, maybe, or just the thrill of being wanted this badly.
I stroke myself once, slow, just to watch her reaction. Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip. “See something you like?”
She nods, then hesitates. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Yes, you do.” I guide her hand to wrap around me, hissing when her fingers close around my cock. “Just like that. Now use your mouth.”
She leans in, her breath warm against the head of my dick. The first touch of her tongue is hesitant, exploratory, and I groan, my hips jerking forward. “Fuck, Ava—” She takes the tip between her lips, and the sight of her like this… kneeling between my legs, her hair messy, her mouth around me… nearly makes me come on the spot.
She’s not smooth. She’s not practiced. She’s perfect. Every awkward bob of her head, every time she pulls off to catchher breath, her lips glistening, her eyes flicking up to check my reaction… it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I tangle my fingers in her hair, not to guide her, just to feel her.
“I don’t stand a chance with you,” I say under my breath.
She moans around me, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my balls. I’m close, too close, and I don’t want to finish like this. Not yet. I gently pull her off, my cock wet and throbbing.
“Enough,” I rasp. “I need to be inside you.”
She doesn’t argue. I drop onto the mattress, roll on one of the condoms from the nightstand, then pull her onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips.
The head of my cock presses against her, and she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Jack, I—”
“You’re in charge.” I grip her hips, lifting her just enough to line myself up. “Sink down, Ava. Nice and slow.”
She does, her breath stuttering as I stretch her open. The heat of her is unbearable, tight and slick, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from thrusting up into her. She takes me inch by inch, her forehead pressed to mine, her body trembling with the effort. When she finally bottoms out, her hips flush against mine, she lets out a shuddering sigh.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feelincredible.”
She rocks experimentally, and we both moan. I let her set the pace at first, her movements shy and uncoordinated, but the friction is maddening. I can’t take it. I grip her arse and start moving her, guiding her up and down my cock, each slide deeper than the last. Her small tits bounce with the motion, her nails raking down my chest.
“Harder,” she gasps. “Please, Jack—”
I flip us in one motion, pinning her beneath me. The change in angle makes her cry out, her back arching off the bed. I slam into her, my hips snapping against hers, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. She’s so tight, sowet, her pussy clenching around me with every thrust. I can feel her building again, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Come for me,” I demand, my voice rough. “Now, Ava.”
She shatters, her orgasm ripping through her, her walls milking my cock. I follow her over the edge with a groan, burying myself deep, my release so intense my vision whites out for a second.
We collapse together, a sweaty, breathless mess. Her legs are still wrapped around me, her heart pounding against my chest. I press a kiss to her temple, then another to her shoulder, her skin salty under my lips.
Her breathing slowly settles against me. Mine follows a moment later.
For a while neither of us says anything. Just that quiet, heavy warmth after. Her fingers drawing absent patterns on my chest like she doesn’t quite realise she’s doing it. My hand resting at the small of her back, not wanting to let go yet.
This part might be my favourite.
