Page 108 of Slapshot Baby

The stretch, the heat, the impossible fullness of him seated entirely inside me pulls a sound from deep in my chest that is part pleasure, part surrender. Part grief for the version of me that thought she could survive this without falling.

"Fuck, Ava." His voice cracks. "You feel like everything."

I pull his face down to mine. Kiss him. Taste myself on his tongue and moan into his mouth because the intimacy of it is more honest than any conversation we've had.

He moves with slow, rolling thrusts that press him deeper each time. I feel every inch of him, the thick drag outward, the devastating push back in.

My legs lock around his waist and my heels press into the small of his back. I pull him closer, deeper, needing him in a way that scares me.

"I can feel you everywhere," I whisper. "I don't want you to stop."

"I won't stop." He thrusts deeper, punctuating the promise. "I won't stop until you believe me."

His pace builds, each thrust angled to hit that place inside me that makes my vision blur and my thighs tremble. His forehead presses against mine. His eyes stay open, holding mine even as his jaw tightens and sweat beads along his temples.

"Tell me you feel this," he says. "Tell me this isn't fake."

"It's not fake." My voice splinters. "It was never fake."

A crack appears in the composure he wears like armor. His thrusts deepen, his hips pressing flush against mine with a force that pins me to the mattress and sends shock waves through my entire body.

"Say my name," he says. "I need to hear it."

"Kai."

"Again."

"Kai. Kai, I..."

“You’re mine and I’m yours, Ava.”

“I’m…I’m yours.”

I say it because it’s been true for a long time, despite how much I want to hide it.

His rhythm falters for half a beat, his eyes widening, before he buries himself to the hilt and grinds.

The pressure on my clit is perfect. His body moving against mine, the friction of his pelvis rolling over that swollen bud while he's buried deep.

The second orgasm builds from a completely different place than the first. Lower. Slower. Bigger.

"Come with me," he says through clenched teeth. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside you."

I can't speak. My entire body is taut as a wire, every muscle trembling. My breath comes in shallow gasps.

His thrusts turn urgent, hitting deeper and harder, his control finally fracturing.

"Now, Ava."

I break.

The orgasm rips through me in a wave so intense my body lifts off the mattress. My walls clench around him in rhythmic pulses that pull a ragged groan from his chest.

I feel him follow, his cock swelling inside me. The first hot pulse of him spills into me while his body shudders and his face buries against my neck.

“Ava! Fuck, Ava.”

We stay tangled together; his breathing harsh against my throat, my fingers in his hair.