‘You’re mine now, Ava.’ he breathes on a deep, delicious plunge. My head drops forward to rest on his. ‘All mine.’
In one fast move, he pulls back and pounds home. I scream. I’m full to capacity and loving every wonderful bit of it. I grip his shoulders as he increases his thrusts, slamming into me, hitting my womb every time. I yelp in pleasure when he finds my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth in a desperate claim as our damp, sweat riddled bodies clash and slide together. I’m about to splitter into a million pieces. Holy shit! I’ve never come during penetrative sex!
‘You’re going to come?’ he gasps against my mouth.
‘Yes!’ I shout, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip. He moans. It’s animalistic, but I’m losing control here.
‘Wait for me.’ he demands, pounding harder.
I scream, desperately clenching my muscles around him to try and hold off, but it’s not working. How long will he be? I can’t hold on.
After three more hard strikes, he shouts, ‘Now, Ava!’ And I burst at his command, throwing my head back and screaming his name as I feel hot liquid shoot into me.
He grips me hard, pulling me as close as he can get me and holding me there, burying his face in my exposed throat.
‘Oh, fucccckkkkk!’ he groans against my neck. The long, satisfied moan falling from my own lips is symbolic of how I feel right now. I’m totally satisfied.
He slows his thrusts to ease us both down from our incredible highs, and I hold him tight, my inner muscles contracting around him as he lazily circles his hips.
‘Look at me.’ he orders softly. I pull my head down to look at him, sighing happily as he searches my eyes. He rolls his hips again and plants a kiss on the end of my nose. ‘Beautiful.’ he says simply, cupping the back of my head and pushing me towards him so my cheek rests against his shoulder. I could stay like this forever.
My back peels away from the cold wall behind me and I’m carried to the vanity unit with Jesse still buried deep inside me, pulsating and twitching. He slips out and settles me on the counter, clasping his palms on either side of my face and bending to kiss me, his lips lingering on mine in a total display of affection.
‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?’ he asks, his frown line appearing on his forehead.
I dissolve on the spot. I want to smother him in my arms, so I do. I wrap my whole body around him, arms and legs, and cling on to him like my life depends on it. He buries his face in my neck and strokes my back. It’s the most calming sensation I’ve ever felt. I can’t even muster up the energy to feel guilty.
Sarah who?
We remain entwined, a bundle of arms and legs, breathing heavy and holding each other for an age. I want to stay exactly where I am. We could – it is his bathroom. I can’t believe he’s brought the penthouse.
After far too short a time, he leans back, running the back of his knuckles down the side of my face.
‘I didn’t use a condom,’ he says with genuine regret in his eyes. ‘I’m sorry, I got so carried away. You’re on birth control, right?’
‘Yes, but the pill doesn’t protect me from STD’s.’ I’m such a numb-nut. This man is a God with some serious moves. I dread to think of how many women he’s slept with.
He smiles at me. ‘Ava, I’ve always used a condom,’ He leans forward, kissing my forehead. ‘Except with you,’
Huh? ‘Why?’