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“I’m ready,” she whispers, and with that, I rear back and drive forward purposefully. And I don’t stop. Can’t stop. I’m growling in appreciation as I pump into her time and time again, my body not my own.
“You’re mine now, Ava.” The words roll out with no prompt from my brain, my thoughts, my body, my soul, all being hijacked by this moment. This feeling.
She doesn’t object, filling me with contentment—something that I’ve never felt. “All mine,” I reiterate, meeting her forehead with my own and retreating before I really let rip, pounding forward repeatedly like a crazy man, desperate and sweating.
I relish in her repeated cries of pleasure, feeling her muscles tightening around me as I take her mouth again, our sweaty bodies slipping and sliding. “You’re going to come.” I can feel it. She’s pulsing and squirming.
“Yes!” She bites me.
Fucking hell.“Wait for me,” I order, increasing my pace.
She screams. Shit, she’s going.
And so am I.
It creeps up on me, and I fight to remain standing.
“Now, Ava!”
I push into her, holding myself deep and high, heaving into her neck. I’m a wreck. A fucking mess. “Oh, fucccckkkkk,” I groan, my dick exploding as I lazily circle my hips, wheedling every scrap of pleasure, her moans into my shoulder tired and drowsy.Jesus, Lord above, what the fucking hell just happened?We’re doing this againverysoon.
“Look at me,” I demand gently, needing to check once again that she is real. When her heavy head lifts and her face finds mine, I look straight into those eyes and know for certain that something really special is happening here. And for the first time, I wonder whether to be delighted by it, or afraid.
Softly circling my hips, I kiss her. “Beautiful.” I push her back into the warmth of my chest and take her to the counter, resting her down gently and reluctantly slipping out of her.
I cup her face with my palms and kiss her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I scan her face, searching for any signs that I may have. She seems so delicate. She’s not fragile, not at all, but I feel like I need to be careful with her in every way. And I’m fully aware of the reason.
She answers by pulling me into her arms and squeezing me tightly, my face naturally finding its place in the crook of her neck and my palms feeling her back. I feel an overwhelming sense of... belonging. For years, I’ve stumbled randomly and blindly, doing things without thought or consideration. But this? Leaning into her neck, being held not constrained? It feels so fucking right.It’s as if I’ve finally fallen upon something I really want. Something I can see so very clearly.
But then I realize what I’ve done.
Idiot.
Pulling back, I stroke her heated face with my knuckles. “I didn’t use a condom.” I feel so ashamed and, actually, surprised with myself. No matter how drunk I’ve ever been, I’ve always protected myself. Always. After being trapped, it’s inbuilt. “I’m sorry, I got so carried away. You’re on birth control, right?”
“Yes, but the pill doesn’t protect me from STDs.”
I smile, not in the least bit insulted. I have no right to be... not that she knows. “Ava, I’vealwaysused a condom.” I peck her forehead. “Except with you.”
“Why?” she asks, puzzled, and I can’t blame her. I’m quite befuddled by all this myself. I’m acting out of character in so many ways.
“I don’t see straight when I’m near you.” She knocks all rationality right out of me, has me thinking stupid thoughts and behaving like a total nutjob. And I adore her for it.
Taking one of the fancy face cloths from the shelf by the sink, I run it under the tap, hating the idea of wiping myself away from her. When I turn, I find her legs are closed tightly. She’s feeling awkward, and with a small frown, I separate them again. I never want her to feel uncomfortable with me, which is a ridiculous claim, given my recent behavior. She’s still here, though. And now she can never deny how incredible we are together.
“Better,” I mutter, placing her palms on my shoulders while I reluctantly sweep the cloth across her skin, cleaning her up and flicking a glance up every now and again, each time catching her regarding me carefully. I would bet my bottom dollar on what she’s thinking.
Age.She’s wondering how old I am.
“I want to toss you in that shower and worship every inch of you, but this will have to do. For now, anyway.” As soon as I get her back to my rental, there will be plenty more worshipping. Her issue with age will be lost amid my capabilities and her craving. I give her a quick kiss, resenting having to cover her. “Come on, lady. Let’s get you dressed.” I love that she lets me do it all, and I love how she tenses and spasms when I can’t resist another taste of her neck. She’d better get used to my lips all over her, because I don’t plan on putting them anywhere else ever again.
My shirt is handed to me, and I shake out the creases as best I can. “There really wasn’t any need to screw it up, was there?” I grin as I dress myself, and she watches closely.
“Your jacket will cov—” Her eyes widen. “Oh.”
“Yes. Oh.” I snap my belt, and grin when she flinches, only because she seems alarmed by it. Absolutely no idea. Thank God. “Okay, you ready to face the music, lady?” I signal for her hand, and she wastes no time giving it to me. Smart girl. “I’d say quite loud, wouldn’t you?” I break out in a full-on, blast-her-back smile when she darts her wide eyes to me.
But she’s distracted from her shock when she catches sight of her face in the mirror. I don’t know why; she looks just flawless. “You’re perfect.” I unlock the bathroom door and pull her out, scooping up my jacket as we pass.
