She came in harsh, breathy pants against his mouth, hips bucking wantonly against him.
When the aftershocks subsided, he gently slid her panties back into place, leaning back slightly to look up at her face. She was expecting male triumph, but saw only a fierce want that matched her own. Whatever they had, it wasn’t typical sexual attraction.
It was something deeper.
Darker.
She touched her fingers briefly to his glistening mouth before moving her stiletto-ed foot back to the ground.
Ava dropped to her knees, making room for herself between his legs as she inched forward.
Her fingers made quick work of the buttons of his jeans.
“Sims, you don’t have—”
He broke off as her quick maneuvering of his boxers freed his erection. Her hand fisted over him, and he swore.
She meant to tease him like he’d teased her, but then she remembered his expression when she’d first come in the door.
This was a man who wanted to get lost.
Needed it.
So without preamble or teasing, she leaned forward, taking him in her mouth.
Luc gasped, his hands pulling her long hair back so that he could watch her mouth on him. Ava let his responses guide her, looking to make it last for him. She slowed down when his fingers tightened, teased when his breathing grew faster.
When she lifted her eyes to his, watched him watching her as she gave him head, he whispered her name in reverent want.
When he was close to the brink, he pulled her hair firmly back, and she let him. He scooped her up onto the bed with him, pushing her flat on her back as he shoved his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh.
They couldn’t wait. Not to remove his pants, not to discard her panties.
He pulled the black triangle of her thong aside once more, but this time it was to make room for his cock, still damp from her mouth.
This first thrust was hard, and she gasped. The second was harder, and she moved her hands above her head to hang on to the headboard.
“Fuck, Sims.”
Fuck was exactly what they did, his body pounding hers in rough, deliberate strokes. The fabric of his jeans chafed at the inside of her thighs, the buttons of his shirt rasping against her bare stomach, but it was perfect.
All of it was wanton and perfect and apparently exactly what she needed because she was on the brink again before she could even register the impending orgasm.
“Condom?” she gasped, digging her nails into his back.
He paused, swearing before he rolled them to the side to dig through his nightstand drawer.
Luc withdrew just long enough to roll the condom on, and then he was inside her again, his hands splaying her thighs wide as he watched his cock move in and out.
“Sims.”
She lifted her hips for him before reaching down to touch herself, and he groaned. Ava had always thought of simultaneous orgasms as an overrated unicorn of sorts, best in theory, if they even existed, but she was dead wrong.
Because when the first shudder racked her body, he was right there with her, bucking against her even as she clenched around him.
Somehow it went on forever and not nearly long enough, but when Luc collapsed on top of her, Ava knew only one thing: She was exactly where she was supposed to be.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Ava didn’t push him to talk about it. Luc liked that about her.
Hell, Luc liked a lot of things about her. Maybe too many.
He lost count of how long he lay collapsed on top of her like a post-rut frat boy, but for the life of him, he couldn’t bring himself to move after the orgasm to top all orgasms.
Sexual distraction was exactly what he’d been looking for when he’d booty-called her over there, but what he got was in a whole other universe.
When he did finally move, it was only to roll to the side, one arm still draped heavily against her waist.