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Is it intuition that she knows I need this? From the start of our life together, it seems she has known so much of what I need. To think I almost lost her…
Possession flares in my blood. “Come to me.” My jaw is tight. I want her now. I want her body in my arms, my cock buried in her clenching core.
She walks toward me, allowing her hips to sway as if to the music of a silent duet. I watch the space between her thighs open and close. I want to taste her there.
When she stops in front of me, her head is bowed, but her eyes blink up to mine. My pelvis tightens as my erection grows.
“Turn around.” My voice is thick, rough.
She follows my orders. Her submission feeds my craving, eases my frustration at this shit of a day. I step forward and slide my palm under the black silk over her fla
t stomach. My other hand goes to her thigh, moving up her soft skin to the center, higher, until I reach the thin strap of her thong. A swift jerk and it rips away.
“Oh,” she gasps, a slight tremble in her voice.
“Are you wet for me?” My lips are in the back of her hair at her neck, and my hand returns to her thigh. Tiny chill bumps cover her skin, and I slide my fingers into the space between her legs until I find the bare lips of her pussy.
“Yes…” Her whisper wavers between an answer and a plea, and my stomach warms with the heat of desire.
Dipping my fingers inside, I feel her cream. Her knees tremble as I circle my fingers and drag them out, drag them higher to the pucker of her ass. Another little circle, another gasp. Fever is in my brain, and my cock is iron heat, straining in my pants for her body.
Stopping, I take my hand away. I take a step back, slowing us down, watching her shoulders rising and falling quickly with her gasps.
My jaw tightens. Control. I walk to the other side of the sitting room where a black leather wingback chair is located. She remains in the center of the room, facing the empty fireplace.
“Take off the cami,” I say as I unfasten my pants and push them down and away, along with my black boxer briefs.
Her long, slim hands clutch the silk top, and it’s over her head in a sweep, leaving her dark wavy hair swishing at the curve of her back. I sit, my cock pointing straight up, and I grasp it, moving my hand over the tip as I watch her. I’m slick with precum, but I’ll draw this out for both of us.
“Face me.”
She obeys, allowing me a better view of her gorgeous body. With the cami gone, she’s only in her bra, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings. My mouth waters. Ava Wilder-Tate is the most beautiful woman in the world, and she is mine.
“Come here.”
Again, she follows orders, walking slowly. My gaze travels up her legs to her sweet center to her perfect breasts, lifted but barely covered by the half-cups of her bra. Beaded nipples peek over the tops, and my gaze lingers a moment before moving higher.
Our eyes meet. Hers are dilated and darkened, and when she stops in front of me, her legs are so close to mine, I can feel the heat radiating from them. The heat from my skin radiates out to her. Our longing is thick in the air. Leaning back in the chair, still holding my cock, I want to do so many dirty things to her.
“Sit on my lap.”
The corner of her luscious mouth quirks up in a half-smile. Her eyes twinkle, and she reaches for the arms of the chair, sliding her knees on either side of my hips, straddling my legs. She scoots closer, pushing up so that beautiful pussy is almost mouth-level. I reach out and caress it, circling her clit with my thumb and plunging two fingers deep into her slippery-wet core.
“Yes,” she gasps, bracing herself.
Her hips move in time with my thumb over her rigid clit. Her eyes close, and she rocks on her building waves of orgasm. I feel her inner muscles contracting around my fingers, and the pressure in my pelvis is almost too much. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her closer to my torso. Her soft body rises and falls on my hand as she rides.
Sitting straighter, I lift my chin to capture her lips. They’re heavy and full, and she kisses me back, holding my cheeks. Her tongue touches mine, her lips pull mine. Her hands go to my shoulders, and she lets out a whimper. My erection aches.
She tastes like cherry lip gloss and salt. She’s delicious. Her little noises of pleasure heat my brain, and I massage her clit faster. I want her to come hard, but I want to be right there, to slip inside as she breaks apart.
“Rowan!” Her fingernails cut into my skin, and her body stiffens.
The lightning strikes, sending tremors through her pelvis and legs. Her body bows forward, and I quickly replace my fingers with my cock. She drops on me, and I groan loudly. She’s so hot and tight and wet, and I have to grip her skin to keep from coming.
“Fuck!” My head presses back as she moves. Her body goes faster, up and down, and she’s saying words I can’t understand as her inner muscles pull my dick. My mind is blanking from the pleasure. My arm is loose around her waist, and I slide my fingers up and down the line of her ass in time with her rocking.
“Yes…” she gasps, going higher and dropping faster.
