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“You need me,” I whisper.
“I need you.” She swoops in and tries to kiss me again. I’m having none of it. “How would you feel if anyone stopped you from kissing me?” she asks.
“Deadly.”
Her eyes sparkle triumphantly as she thrusts down. “Me too.” Circles.
Fuck.Every muscle quakes, every vein throbs. “Who has the power, Ava?” I ask, my voice hoarse, my throat tight.
“You.” Another subtle grind from her, another hard swallow from me.
I love how she humors me. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, raising slightly in invitation, and I smash upward, meeting her as she comes down. “Like that?” I don’t give her a chance to recover, hitting her hard again.
And I fuck her, in full control of her pleasure, and she obeys every order. Takes every pound. Holds back when I tell her not to come. I push her boundaries, and she takes it all.
“I love you,” she says, drowsy, exhausted, as I thrust on, watching her on my lap, her boobs bouncing.
“I love you too, baby.” I slow my pace, easing off on the power, seeing she’s reached her limit, and hold the back of her head, feeling her breathlessness on my skin. “Shall we come together?”
She nods and drags her mouth across my cheek to my lips when I demand her to kiss me, and I roll myself into her, tussling with her tongue as she adores me with less vigor. I hum. “You’re delicious. I can feel you tightening around me. It feels so good.”
“Youfeel good.”
Shit. “Come for me,” I order, grinding into her, and she instantly jerks and goes stiff in my arms. My dick bursts, tingles riddling my body. “Oh, Jesus.” I have to stop, the sensitivity too much, my body trembling to deal with it. “You’re amazing,” I pant, shuddering, my cock lunging inside of her, filling her. But not filling her.
“That was so good.” She kisses me, but I’m too wiped out to respond. “It wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” I admit. “But it’s still something between us.”
“You want to trample the condom.” She smiles against my mouth. Cheeky.
“I do.” At least she’s still talking to me. “You need to get ready or we’ll be late.”
“Where are we going?” She locks down on my lap, becoming heavier. “I’m comfy.”
If I didn’t have to move, I wouldn’t. But I have to. “For dinner. I made a reservation.” I pull her lips off my chest and her face up. “Shower.”
“Let me love you.”
“Ava,” I groan, as she disappears back into my neck, and I pull her out before I succumb and hold her on my lap with firm hands. The bruise on her chest glows at me, fresh and bold. “You’ll always have this,” I say, tracing the edge. “Always.”
“You should have your name tattooed on my forehead.” She smiles as she studies her own handiwork on my pec. “And then there will be no mistaking who I belong to.”
“Not a bad idea. I like it.” I get up and she clings on, letting me carry her to the bedroom. I get her on her front ready to rub some more cream into her skin. I’ll do it again after her shower. And then before bed too. I pull off the condom, throw it away, and sit myself on Ava’s backside. Her skin’s dry, no doubt from rubbing into the sheets. I squeeze some cream out and she gasps, her head snapping up.
“Sorry, this might be cold,” I say, smiling when she throws a dirty look over her shoulder before settling and getting comfortable. I’m having a lovely time, looking after her, listening to her tell me how much she loves me, how attracted she is to me, how she’ll keep me forever. Then like a bolt out of the blue, “Where are you hiding my pills?”
I freeze, my satisfied smile dropping, my eyes shooting up her skin to the back of her head. “What are you talking about?” Thank God she can’t see my face right now. My heart starts pounding nervously.
“I’m talking about the fact that my contraceptive pills have recently been growing legs and running away and it’s only been happening since I met you.” She sounds so calm and together. It’s more than I deserve, and yet I can’t bring myself to admit it.
I start to move my hands again, realizing they’re still motionless on her skin. “Why would I do that?”
“I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I laugh, a laugh of rich humor. “No, you’re not.” I don’t know how I should take this whole, odd interaction.
