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“You’re mine, Ava,” I say, unable to stop my thoughts from rolling out of my mouth, my control gone. She closes her eyes, robbing me of the glorious sight of her brown orbs glistening in pleasure. “Open your fucking eyes,” I demand, thundering on, sweat pouring, my heart back to hammering, but for all the right reasons.
I can see the effort it takes her to comply, but just the fact she does speaks volumes. The bedroom is my domain. I hold the power.
She crumbles under my touch, my mouth, my attention. I maintain our locked stares. I wouldn’t be able to look away if I tried. So much is being communicated in this moment. Does she realize that? How much I’m saying as I fuck her into oblivion? This never ends. Not for me.
Her legs come up to my waist, constricting hard, sending me deeper and higher. I hiss, feeling her internal walls tightening. Fuck me, I’m a goner. In every way.
“Jesus, Ava, you okay?”
I’m forced to release her wrists, worried my strength and grip is hurting her. I smash them into the mattress, getting my balance without hampering my pace.
“Don’t stop,” she yells, grabbing at my upper arms.
“Fuck.”
Her nails sink into my flesh, my hips buck wildly, and her head is tossed back. No. None of that.
“Damn it, Ava,” I roar. “Look at me.” She needs to see me.
Her eyes drop, and I feel beads of sweat trailing down my cheeks.I’m absolutely insane with adoration for this woman. What she can do to me. How she makes me feel. I want to kiss the living daylights out of her, and as if she’s read my mind, she grabs my hair and yanks me onto her mouth, our tongues battling uncontrollably.
“Jesse, I’m going,” she says against my lips.
“Fuck. Together, okay?” I find the strength I need to get us both there, pounding on, my dick almost sore with the friction.Come on. Come on.“Now!”
I sink in one last time, air gushing from my mouth, and I come so fucking hard, my sight fogs and my hearing distorts. “Jesus Christ,” I blurt, stilling, clenching my eyes closed as I sustain the sensitivity, my body in spasm. I lose all strength, everywhere, my arms failing me, and I collapse, dripping wet, my hips gyrating without instruction, rolling, grinding, relieving me of the pressure. My forehead falls to hers, every piece of me useless. I’m done. Knackered. Good for nothing.
Fuck.
Me.
I feel her shift beneath me, and it takes everything in me to drag my eyes open. But, God, it’s worth it when I find her. I use a bit more strength and pull back, wanting to get her entire sweaty face in my sights. Fucking beautiful. Every inch of her is beautiful. I sigh and kiss her swollen lips, before settling back into her neck again, the feel of her light fingers tracing the planes of my back making me sleepier. I give in to my exhaustion and space out, relaxed in her hold. Calm in her hold. At peace in her hold.
I don’t know how long I snooze for, but it’s the most tranquil snooze in the history of snoozes. This. Every day. And then in my subconscious state, I notice the soft feel of her strokes is suddenly gone. But I can still feel her hot walls hugging my dick. I lift my hips, hissing as I pull out of her.
“You sent me to sleep,” I rasp, my throat scratchy.
“I did.”
I smile and take a lock of her sexed-up hair. “You’re too beautiful.”
She reaches for my forehead and smooths out the frown line I hadn’t realized was there. “So are you.”
Me? No. I’m ugly. Marred. I don’t ever want her to see that, don’t ever want to disappoint her. My smile is half-hearted, and I pray she doesn’t notice it.
I look at her boobs. Perfect distraction, for me and for her. I dive in, wedging my face in and taking a deep inhale. “Consider yourself reminded, lady.” And I’m available to remind twenty-four/seven if necessary. Part of me hopes itisnecessary.
I get to my knees and hold out my hands for her to take. She comes with ease, and I settle her on my thighs facing me, before moving myself up the bed to rest back against the headboard. Just look at her, magnificently naked and all over me. She looks good all over me. Attached to me. Touching me. I take her hips and circle my thumbs across the sensitive spot, smiling when she grabs my hands, stopping my movements. “Spend the day with me tomorrow.” That was supposed to be a question, not an order.
“I have things planned.”
Things planned? It’s Saturday, so unless it’s work, it can be canceled. And if it is work, I’ll find a way to cancel it myself. I pout, hoping she caves into my cuteness so I don’t have to convince her in another way that spending the day with me is quite compulsory. “What things?” I ask, starting to circle my thumbs under her hold. Another way might be tickling her to death until she agrees. Or I could just fuck her again until she agrees. A persuasion fuck, if you like. It’ll work quite nicely alongside the reminder fuck, and she took to that quite well.
Her grip on my hands increases, her face warning. It’s laughable. Is she trying to regain some control here, now I’m not buried balls deep inside her, blowing her mind? How quickly she forgets. Silly woman. “I need to sort my stuff out,” she tells me, and I frown.
“What stuff?”
“Kate’s place is temporary accommodation,” she says on a little shrug, and my frown deepens. “I’ve been there for four weeks—everything is everywhere. I need to sort it out for when I get my own place.”
