She moved back toward the bed, and he caught her around the waist with one arm before she could lie back down. He kissed a warm, wet kiss against her stomach, and her hands found his hair.
“You like your fingers in my hair,” he said. She felt his smile against her flesh.
“Maybe.”
She did.
His mouth inched lower, his tongue teasing just below her belly button. “Gives a woman lots of control, doesn’t it? She could have his mouth wherever she wanted…”
Ava’s nails dug ever so slightly into his scalp, as his palm slid up between her thighs before he ran one finger lightly over her slit. “Anywhere, Ava.”
Oh God.
And as much as she wanted his mouth between her legs, there was something she craved even more.
She leaned down slightly, picking up the condom near his hip before holding it up meaningfully.
“Greedy girl,” he said as she tore open the wrapper.
She glanced down. “Very.”
Luc’s eyes glazed over before he snatched the condom out of her hand and rolled it on in one smooth motion.
He slid his hands over the backs of her thighs, pulling her forward even as she lifted her legs so that her knees were on either side of his hips, as she knelt over him on the bed.
They both watched as she reached down, stroking him twice before guiding him to her entrance. Their eyes locked for a crucial moment before she lowered, sinking onto him inch by exquisite inch.
When he was all the way buried inside her, they both stayed very still, her face buried against his neck as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her as close as they could get.
“Damn, Sims.”
She smiled against his shoulder. Damn indeed.
His hands moved to her hips, lifting her slightly before pulling her back down again, and that was all she needed. She sat back slightly, letting him support her weight as she began to ride him in a rhythm that started slow and silky, but quickly escalated to furious and frantic. The room filled with the sounds of their quickened breathing, the smooth slap of her body against his.
Luc made a harsh noise that told her he was close, holding back for her, and she rode him harder, determined to drive him over the edge. But then his hand moved around to her front, sliding between their writhing bodies to find her damp center. His thumb found her clit, pressing against her in delicious circles.
The pace had been fast before, but it turned furious, and Ava never wanted it to end, even as she was desperate for the release that was right around the corner.
Then his teeth found her shoulder, nipping hard, the rough pad of his finger pressing against her, and Ava was lost.
She went over the edge with a gasp, riding him in urgent, graceless motions, letting his hands hold her hips to him, and only as the last shudders racked her body did he let himself go.
His hips bucked up, one arm wrapped around her body as his other hand clenched into her sheets as though needing to ground himself as he came with an earthy groan in her ear.
The aftershocks seemed to go on forever, until finally, they slowed to a stop, her damp body draped over his, her head on his shoulder as arms crossed over her back, hands resting possessively on her shoulder blades.
Ava could have fallen asleep there, slumped over the firm, male body of Luc Moretti, but dimly she became aware that it was probably a lot less comfortable for him, having to hold them both upright, and she pulled off him, standing on shaky legs as her hands went to her hair, thinking to straighten it before she realized the futileness of the effort.
Luc stood and then, cocky bastard that he was, gave her a wink and a smack on the ass before heading out of the bedroom toward the bathroom.
Ava started to tell him where it was, but instead flopped onto the bed in a boneless mess. Her apartment was small. He’d find it.
A lady would probably find her panties and put them on.