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I increase my pace, now in my stride, ready for the finish line. “Ava.” I thrust harder, hissing at the stabbing of her nails in my flesh. “Wherever I’m going from now on, I’m taking you with me, baby.” I pound hard, gasping for air, my sweaty palms beginning to slide on the wall. “Shit,” I bellow, and she screams. “You’re going to come,” I pant into her face, watching her struggle, fuckinglovingher battle to hold on.
“Hard!” she yells, and I wince when she sinks her teeth into my lip, but I endure the pain, the pleasure taking over every nerve ending and sending my big body into spasm, as she jerks, tenses, moans, scratches.
She comes with force, her face plummeting into my neck, her body racked with shakes, and I tip the edge with her, holding my breath and smashing home, exploding, releasing air on a bellow of her name. My legs fail me, and I fold to the floor, fucking knackered. Ava somehow finds it in herself to sit up, astride of my lap, rolling her hips, bleeding me dry of pleasure. I’m done for. Totally useless, my body splattered and splayed. But I can keep my eyes open and watch her grinding into me, quiet, thoughtful, a small, satisfied smile on her face.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, my words labored.
“About how much I love you.”
Music. Fucking music to my ears. “Do I still qualify as your god?”
“Always.” Her hands work circles across my chest, feeling me everywhere she can, her walls still hugging me snuggly. “Am I still your temptress?”
“That, baby, you most certainly are.” Her smile is pure gold. “God, I love your grin.”
“Bath, god?” she asks, giving my nipples a little pinch.
Bath? We’re having a bath? And there’s a fine example of what this woman does to me. She makes me forget everything except her when I’m lost in her, which makes being lost in her a necessity. “Shit.”The bath.“It’s still running.” I shoot up, taking Ava with me, neglecting to remember that my hand still hurts like a bitch. I suck back air, enduring the pain, irritated by the hindrance.
“Put me down.” She wriggles, and because I’m a fucking dickhead, I grip her harder.
Motherfucker.
“Never.” Half dead, I’d still hold on to her with everything I have. And I might need to. The thought is more than sobering, and not one for now.
“You could leave that bath running for a week and it wouldn’t be full.”
“I know.” I step in with her wrapped around me and sink us into the water on a happy sigh. “The designer of all this Italian shit obviously has no regard for the environment or my carbon footprint.”
“Says he with twelve superbikes,” she huffs, coming to settle on my lap, her pussy still clinging to me as she studies me, her eyes roaming happily. And I’m more than happy to lie here and be the focus of her gaze. “I could look at you all day,” she whispers, her finger dragging across my skin, her eyes following it, her head tilted thoughtfully. It’s a vision I’ll store away forever and call upon endlessly. The way she’s looking at me. The contentment. The ends of her long, dark hair skimming the water, strands stuck to her wet breasts, her nipples erect, hard on soft, perfect mounds. And don’t get me started on her eyes. I relax back and watch her closely as she works her touch across my body, finishing at my mouth. Her eyes flick up to mine, her smile demure. “I love your mouth.” She slowly falls forward, kissing the corner, the center, the other corner. “I love your body.” She pushes her front into mine and her tongue into my mouth. “I love your crazy mind too.” I’m gone, consumed, absolutely blindsided by her, by now, by this kiss. Someone needs to love my crazy, and it’s a good fucking job she does, since she spikes it.
“Youmake me crazy, Ava.” I feel her hands circle my neck, holding me. “Just you.” Our kiss deepens, tongues lapping lazily, bodies pushing closer. And then she’s gone, leaving my mouth bare and lonely.
“Crazy,” she whispers, and I smile.
“Ish.” There’s really no ish about it. I’m arguably certifiable these days. And here is my antidote, straddling my lap, naked. The cause and the cure. She’s fully mine in this moment. Acquiescent. I need to take the opportunity while she’s presenting me with it. “Let me wash you,” I say, turning her around, getting her comfortable and snug between my legs, my mind racing with how best to approach this. I take a sponge and start gliding it across her skin. Demand it? Beg for it? “I need to talk to you about something,” I say, cringing as I speak the words, hearing how unsure I sound.
“What?”
“The Manor.” I look down at the back of her head, my lip getting a punishing chew. I’m nervous, and her body stiffening against me isn’t helping. Neither is her silence. So I go on. “The anniversary party.”
“What about it?” Her dismissiveness gets under my skin, however much I try to stop it.
I release my lip. “I still want you to come.” And latch on to it again the moment I’ve spat out the words.
“You can’t ask me to do that.” She shakes her head as she speaks, and my hand goes limp, my hope sinking. Icanask, and I have. “You asked me to go before I knew,” she goes on, her voice tight.
“Are you going to avoid my workplace forever?”
“I might do,” she grumbles, and I roll my eyes dramatically. Just yesterday she said shewasn’tgoing to avoid it forever.
“Don’t be stupid, Ava.” I take the sponge back to her skin to busy my hands and push my mouth to her head, giving her a pacifying kiss. “Will you please just think about it?”
“I’m making no promises.” It’s not a no. “And if you even think about trying to fuck some sense into me on this, I’m leaving.”
Don’t bite.She has a knack for firing loaded words. Words she knows will push my buttons. Words she doesn’t mean. She’s not leaving, and I’d fucking appreciate it if she didn’t threaten it. But rather than warn her, I wrap her up in my limbs, a silent message that she’s going nowhere. “I want the woman who keeps my heart beating with me.”Take that, baby. Deny me now, I dare you.
She stills, and I smile to myself, letting her absorb my declaration as I carry on soaking her with the sponge, my heart, as if backing me up, thrumming into her back at a comfortable, steady pace.
