Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
But outside of Ava’s comfort, I don’t give a fuck what the other men are doing or not doing. I’m going to go at Ava’s pace, and nothing else is going to impact what happens when.
After she swallows, I kiss her lips, tasting the juicy berry flavor that lingers there. Our tongues find each other, and though I also had plenty to eat at dinner, my stomach aches like it’s hollow.
“Best dessert ever,” she says when we part. “What would you like to sample?”
My god, what a question. In my head, I’m dropping to my knees, spreading her legs wide, and showing her exactly what I want to taste. Internally, I groan as I tear my eyes away from her and toward the safer dessert options.
“How about an almond in chocolate?”
She swirls one in the thick sauce and brings it to my mouth, painting the chocolate over my bottom lip before she feeds me.
“Can’t get enough chocolate.” After turning Ava sideways on my lap, I dip a pretzel stick into the sauce and take her wrist, extending her arm out straight. Using the tip of the pretzel, I sketch an A on the inside of her forearm, as I admire the virgin skin there—no pun intended. I see ink on bodies all day long, both at my day job and when I look in the mirror. Her untouched skin is tantalizing.
Holding eye contact for as long as I can, I bend and lick the chocolate from her arm. She squeals and then purrs as I stroke down the other side of the A, gathering it all up, then sucking gently until no stickiness remains.
Her eyes light up from within as I repeat the motion on her other arm, this time marking her with my first initial, then lapping up the rich sweetness. When I dip her middle finger into the crème fraîche and take it between my lips, she presses her legs together. When I suck her finger deeper into my mouth and draw my teeth gently over it, she squirms in my lap.
“How’s that make you feel, darlin’?”
“You were only touching my finger—sucking on my finger—but I felt it so strongly … here.” She points to her belly and then slides her finger lower, her eyes slanting downward shyly.
“Here?” I lay my palm flat on her midsection, rubbing softly.
“I felt it when you licked my arm, too.”
“What does it feel like for you?” Brushing her hair aside, I kiss her neck, then lick over the spot where her pulse is racing.
“Warm. Hungry.”
I suck at a bit of skin at the base of her neck.
“It’s the same for me.” I kiss her shoulder. “When you purr, when you squeal … when you squirm.”
“It’s hard to sit still.” She illustrates this, slipping toward the center of my lap, her soft, plump bottom making it impossible for me to control my reaction, much as I’ve been trying.
She stiffens when she feels me, but then she moves again, like she’s trying to confirm her suspicions.
My cock, which had somehow only been semi-hard, has turned to granite, straining for release. Ava’s wiggling ass is fuel on the fire.
She meets my eyes, hers wide with—surprise? panic?—and then she slides off to the side, her eyes immediately fixed on my obvious erection, her jaw going slack. If I had any doubts about her readiness, this reaction is confirmation that taking it slow is the right approach.
Her eyes dart to my bedroom, then back down at the floor, her cheeks crimson.
“Would you like some water, Ava?” Without waiting for a response, I go into the kitchen, taking the opportunity to adjust myself before getting ice water for both of us. I swallow several gulps before delivering hers.
I wouldn’t say the rest of the evening is awkward or strained, but it’s stiff—again, pun not intended. She feeds herself a couple more pieces of fruit. I tuck her under my arm to watch the rest of the movie, but I don’t bring her onto my lap.
When the movie ends, she says goodnight. Her kiss tells me that I haven’t scared her off, but I suspect she needs time. We make tentative plans for when I’ll see her again.
After I tuck her into her car and watch her drive away, I go back inside where my fist makes quick work of things. Not surprisingly, my release is intense but not entirely satisfying.
AVA
I have a rare night to myself, and it feels strange. Good, but strange. I stretch out on the couch and stare at the ceiling, scarcely able to believe that the woman with the full social calendar is the same one who seldom did anything more exciting than ordering food from a new restaurant.
And now so much of my life revolves around three very different men. Erik, as sincere and reliable as a Boy Scout, whose kisses tell another story altogether; Brax, who feels more and more like someone I’ve known all my life, whose body is an unexplored country I long to discover; and Gray, the embodiment of fantasies I didn’t even know were lurking in my brain, who seduces me with his eyes, his words, his touch, and dares me to give in to my deepest urges. Yet even with him, and his wild intensity, I feel safe.