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He reaches for my hand and I swear, I’ve never felt so beautiful or desired. I have a good feeling about this, not least of which may be the solution to my longstanding problem.
He lays me back on the bed, pushing my knees apart, then up and over his shoulders. My heels come down on his back and he doesn’t seem to notice, so intent he is on the pink lace between my legs, barely concealing the throbbing wetness he’s about to discover.
He presses his face there and takes a long inhale, groaning lightly as he does it again. His tongue laps against the thin fabric, and I want to tear it off so he can get to my bare flesh, my flesh that is begging for attention and the release that might follow.
Please. Please let this be the night.
“Goddamn, you smell good, pretty girl. I think I’m gonna slide these down rather than rip them off, which I’d really like to do, but they’re just too pretty. You okay with that, Ava?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Once I’m bare, he runs his tongue along the groove between my lips, from top to bottom and back, settling on the bud of my clit. I reach my arms to gather fistfuls of his comforter for something to hold onto. I would slide right off the end of the bed if he weren’t right there.
Pressure builds between my legs in a way it never has before, like all the blood’s rushing to my sex, igniting every nerve down there with tiny explosions. I know this is what happens when an orgasm is building, I know about all the sex stuff, for cripe’s sake and I try not to hope too hard that the big one is on the horizon for me. I’m not sure why tonight of all nights, with this man of all men, things are different, but they are.
I’m not complaining.
I lift my hips to grind into Leo’s face, and he moans into me, the vibrations adding to the excitement. I look down to watch and his eyes meet mine. I know what’s happening, or what is about to happen, as I begin to pound my fists on the bed, my head thrashing, it takes a second to realize it’s my voice I’m hearing, the boisterous sounds of great sex. That’s me, dammit, and an unfamiliar wave washes over me, followed by another, and another, and my mind goes blank, my body nothing more than my exploding sex, and that’s when I realize I’m having my first Big O.
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AVA
Holy shit.It was all they said it would be and more. I like this orgasm thing. I want to do it again.
And again.
Right now.
Holy fuck. Now I know why people scream ‘God’ during sex.
I am cured! My problems are gone. I can breathe again. My life is back on track, I’m no longer a big old fake, and my career and reputation are no longer in danger.
And best of all, I have confirmation there’s nothing wrong with me.
Now for the awkward part. I mean, do I thank Leo? Praise him? Or pretend this is business as usual for me?
I choose the latter.
Leo gently removes my heels and eases me up on the bed until my head hits a pillow. He strips down to his boxers and stretches out next to me, putting an arm around me and hoisting my head onto his chest.
Holy mother of God this feels good.
He doesn’t have to do any of this faux-romance stuff, though. I mean, I’m under no illusion that we’re some sort of couple, where he eats my pussy every day until I can’t speak any more.
I’m not sure how to tell him this, so I don’t. Which is just as well because I can’t speak yet anyway. I just wrap my arms around his hard body and inhale his warm, spicy scent, feeling like I won a billion-dollar lottery, as if for a moment in time, he is mine and I am his, we’re in love, and it will last forever and ever.
Just to pretend, because sometimes pretending is fun.
I’m part of the club now, the club I could never get into. I’ve joined the ranks of women who have hot sex that culminates in mind-blowing orgasms.
Turns out, maybe there is a God, after all. Or should I say goddess?
Leo taps my shoulder with his fingers. Crap. Do we have to talk now?
“Hey, Ava, there’s something I need to tell you.”
