Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
I’m about to ask but think better of it. Not now. She’s attached to me, and I can’t risk changing that.
I walk us to her bedroom and kick the door closed behind me, setting her on the end of the bed. We both need this, but mostly Ava needs to know that whatever it is that spooked her, I won’t let it take her away from me. I won’t give up on her or us. But I will have more words with Sarah. Because when she hurts my girl, she’s hurting me. She needs to realize that.
I stand over her and lift her vest up her body, marveling at the perfection of her boobs when they’re revealed. My smile is unstoppable, my hunger moving into the realms of starvation. I toss her vest aside and dip to take the tops of her shorts. She obliges, of course, lifting so I can rid her of everything in my way.
“Stay there.” Despite my urgency to be inside her again, I undress at a lazy pace, taking untold pleasure from her watching me, her hands twitching, ready to help me get naked. Her eyes jaunt leisurely across my bare skin, settling on my scar.
“Look at me, Ava,” I say, sounding harder than I meant to as I push my boxers down my thighs. Her eyes glimmer excitedly when my dick is revealed, and she looks up at me, almost for permission.
“I’m desperate to be inside you,” I whisper hoarsely. “I’ll look forward to fucking your mouth later. You owe me.” I loop an arm around her tiny waist and move her up the bed as I crawl on, settling between her warm thighs and caging her in. I need to keep reminding myself to take this slow, when all I want to do is smash into her like an animal. Sate my need. But no. Give it to her slowly. Every drive meticulous, every kiss gentle, every look deep. Don’t blank her mind with a brutal fuck of ownership. Blank it with something else.
Love.
“We don’t run anymore, Ava.” I lift my hips and inhale as I sink into her. Her moan’s loud, her hold of my shoulder fierce, and I still, needing to take a moment. I could shoot my load any second. I talk my dick down, closing my eyes, concentrating on breathing, as she strokes my arms softly. It takes me a good few minutes before I brave moving. I open my eyes and find her gazing at me. It’s a look so penetrating. It’s more than a look. It is so much more than a look. If I’m not staring into the eyes of a woman in love, I’ll give up now. She does love me.
Shit, woman, I’m madly in love with you too. Even though you drive me to distraction. Even though you keep running. And once she stops running, I will entrust her with my truths, because I want more than anything to have this woman forever. For her to accept me in my entirety.
I prop myself up on my arms, inhale, and rear back, driving forward slowly, withdrawing slowly, slipping back in slowly. “Ava, when you’re tempted to run again, think about how you feel right now,” I say, barely able to talk through the pleasure but needing to say it. “Think about me.”
She nods, swallowing. “Yes,” she replies, low and husky, rolling her hips to meet my advances. I gulp and dip, catching her lips, our tongues falling into the same lazy pace as our lovemaking. “Does that feel good?” I ask, my heart frantic but peaceful.
“Too good.”
“It does.” Fuck, it does. “Are you there, lady?” She’s tightening around me, squeezing my dick.
“I’m there,” she confirms, biting at my tongue, her hands all over my back.
“I’ve got you, baby.” She starts to stiffen. “Let it go.”
She cries out, the sound incredible, her face twisting, her body vibrating. The vision is like nothing else, her moan long, and it’s the end of me. It doesn’t take any effort on my part to join her in her release, my body naturally following hers. I come quietly, maintaining our kiss as I close my eyes and struggle through the sensitivity. She’s wringing me for everything I have. More than she’ll ever know. “God, I’ve missed you.” I plant my face in her neck and inhale her hot, wet skin, lifting my hips to slip out of her and falling to my back. I raise an arm in silent order, and she quickly tucks herself into me.
“I love sleepy sex with you,” she says quietly, and I smile, brushing away some hair that’s sticking to her cheek.
“That wasn’t sleepy sex, baby.”
“What was it, then?”
I lean down and place my mouth on her forehead. “That was catching-up sex.”
“I like catching-up sex, then.”