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Something about Ava’s touch always managed to push away whatever thoughts weighed heavily on my mind. Having a beautiful young woman kissing you had that effect on a man.
“God, I missed this.” She took her lips from mine for long enough to say the words, her hand running through my hair.
“Same here. You have no idea.”
Keeping our distance from one another over the course of the last couple of weeks had been hard, however necessary it might’ve been.
I pulled her off the balcony and into her room, closing the door behind us.
We kissed long and deep, our tongues intertwining, our hands moving feverishly over one another’s bodies. I squeezed her breasts through her shirt, her nipples stiffening against my touch. My other hand went between her legs, Ava bucking hard against my touch, rubbing her clit against the side of my palm through her jeans.
“I want you so badly,” she moaned, my lips traveling down the slope of her neck. “Please.”
My cock pulsed stiff and solid in my slacks, Ava grabbing hold of it and stroking my length through the fabric. I groaned, taking my lips off hers to allow myself a moment to savor her touch. The more she touched me, the more I wanted from her.
I couldn’t resist her, couldn’t wait another moment before being inside her. Something wild and aggressive came over me as I kissed her. I grabbed hold of Ava’s hips and backed her toward her bed, rolling her over onto her stomach. Once she was face-down, she glanced back at me with a sensual smile on her face.
“Someone’s eager.”
“You make me that way.”
I reached around her middle, undoing her button and zipper and yanking her pants down. Her panties were a soft pink, the sight of her ass in them enough to drive me to the edge. I didn’t even bother to take them off, instead wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her up onto all fours. Once she was where I wanted her, I took out my cock and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening lips.
I reached under her shirt, taking hold of her breast as I guided myself into her with my other hand.
“Oh, myGod.” She moaned the words, pressing her ass against me and taking all of me inside. I fit into her effortlessly, her pussy slick and stretched around my thickness.
Ava was warm and tight, the slightest movement of my cock inside of her coaxing a fresh wave of pleasure. I took hold of her by the hips and began bucking, savoring the sight of her ass colliding against my thighs, my cock vanishing into her again and again, her breasts swaying underneath her.
It didn’t take me long to bring her to her first orgasm, her pussy gripping my cock as she screamed into the pillow to muffle her sounds of pleasure. When the orgasm faded, she moved forward and rolled onto her back, taking off her panties. I stripped down over top of her, the two of us naked in seconds.
I moved over her and she wrapped her legs around me, guiding me into her once more. Her pussy took my cock, the feeling of her now familiar. I kissed her hard, pushing into her over and over again, the two of us becoming one, her breasts pressed against my chest.
“You feel so damn good,” she spoke into my ear. “So good.”
When I felt her come again, I allowed myself release, my cock pulsing inside her warmth, every drop shooting deep into her as Ava’s back arched off the bed. I held her, kissing her through the moans, claiming her, making her mine.
We collapsed together, curling up against one another.
I held her tightly, the conversation we’d had still fresh in my mind.
Despite the closeness we shared, the fact of the matter was that she wanted to leave.
I had to treasure every moment I had with her. One could only guess which ones would be our last.
Chapter 29
Ava
Part of me was upset with myself for agreeing to stay. So much of me yearned to leave, to go back to Seattle and be with Hailey again, to roll up my sleeves and get to work at the food truck. All it took was imagining lunch at the fish market, the line snaking off into the distance as I barked orders at Hailey and served up sass to the customers.
Instead, I was stuck in the royal palace for two more weeks at least. I’d have to go to that stupid ball and wear that stupid dress and be on display. Not to mention, there was still the matter of the baby. What the hell was I going to do?
What was most on my mind that night, however, was dinner with my father.
I trudged through the palace halls, offering weak smiles at the members of the staff that I passed. During our dress fitting session that morning Kinley had managed to talk me into wearing something from the walk-in closet to dinner—a navy-blue midi dress that, the second I’d put it on, made me want to reach for my jeans and a T-shirt.
