Chapter Twelve
Ava
Once we get into the bedroom, I know the first thing I want to do. Last night, he made every touch about me. Tonight, I want to do the same for him. I want to learn his body. Know what makes him moan. What makes him lose control. I want to drive him as crazy as he drives me.
“Can I try something?” I ask.
“Of course.” Reese smiles. “You can do anything you want, sweetheart. Anything but leave me.”
I glance around the room, wondering which position I want to do this in, and finally settle on just kneeling at his feet.
His eyes blaze with heat as he stares down at me. “What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you.”
“Fuck,” he says through his teeth. “You don’t have to do this, sweetheart.”
“I know that. I want to. I want to do everything with you.”
His tongue runs over his bottom lip, and I’m struck again by how damn sexy this man is. We haven’t known each other long, but the connection between us is like a live wire.
I undo his belt, then the button and zipper on his pants. Then I shove at the fabric until it slides off his butt and hips. He’s already hard for me. The ridge of his erection pressing against his boxers looks nearly obscene. Obviously, I don’t have anything to compare him with unless you count the few times I’ve looked up dirty gifs online. But I feel certain that Reese is larger than average when it comes to the equipment he’s working with.
I run my palm over the hardness of him and he hisses. “Take off your shirt,” I tell him.
One brow arches. “You first,” he says.
I grin but pull off my shirt and then follow with my bra. I’m completely topless, kneeling before him.
He reaches down and cups one of my breasts. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck these beauties.”
I just nod because I’m not completely sure how that would work, though my imagination is conjuring one hell of a mental picture. Reaching up, I trace a line down his perfect torso. A smattering of hair across his pecs narrows into a line that bisects his perfect abs and disappears into his boxers.
“You’re so perfect,” I tell him.
“No, sweetheart. I’m far from perfect. You, on the other hand, are a fucking dream come true.”
I shake my head. “You’re perfect to me. For me.” In one swift motion, I pull his boxers down his thighs. His dick, no longer confined behind fabric, bobs toward my face. And because I am so effortlessly cool, I laugh.
“Well, that’s not the reaction a man hopes for,” he says. “Mind sharing what’s so funny with the rest of the class?”
“I saw this meme one time online where it said this is what an erection would sound like if they made noise. Then it was one of those springy door-stopper things going boingggggggg . I always thought that was hilarious. And my very helpful brain reminded me of it. I’m sorry. I’m probably terrible at being sexy.”
He reaches down and cups my face. “Being you, being the Ava I’ve come to know, is pure sexiness.”
“I’m sorry if I ruined the mood.”
“Ava, look how hard my fucking dick is. See how he’s already weeping for you? You ruined nothing.”
I stare at his erection and Reese is right; he’s still hard as stone. I run my open palm up his cock, starting at his balls and sliding up the shaft to end at the mushroom-shaped head.
He groans.
I lean forward and repeat the motion, but this time I do it with my tongue. I swirl my tongue around the tip, licking off the bead of liquid there. He’s salty and musky and I can feel my pussy flooding my panties. So, I lean closer and suck him into my mouth. Just the tip at first, getting myself used to his girth. I reach forward and wrap my fingers around the root of his dick.
“Goddammit, wife.”
His words do something to me, and I suck more of him into my mouth. Hollowing my cheeks, I slide further down his length.
He digs his fingers into my hair but makes no move to control me.
I always worried that, if I were ever in this position, I’d hate it. I wouldn’t like the smell or the taste or the feel. That being literally on my knees in front of a man would make me feel inferior. The exact opposite is true. Power surges through me, making me feel sexy. Like I’m one of those scantily-clad women in the long, flowing, sheer lingerie robe-like things. They always exude confidence. I was as similar to those creatures as I was to a mermaid.
But right now, in this moment, I am that woman. Full of power and sensuality. I am a seductress.
Instinctively, I cup his balls, weighing them in my palm.
“Ava. Fuck,” Reese groans.
I’m so wet right now that I might be able to get myself off with a slight shift of my body by rubbing myself against the thick seam of my jeans. But right now isn’t about my pleasure. At least not the culmination of it. I’m marveling at how aroused I’m getting just by licking and sucking his cock.
I want to pleasure this man. My husband.
His groans and moans and growls of pleasure are driving me insane. “Oh fuck… Ava… shit, sweetheart. Goddamn, that’s so good… your mouth… your tongue.” He grips my hair tighter, his short nails scratching across my scalp.
I know I can’t get his entire length in my mouth, but I want to try to get as much as possible. I lower myself slowly and when he hits too far, I gag.
“Ava, you have no idea how sexy you are. Look at you on your knees, trying to swallow my cock. That’s right, sweetheart, breathe through your nose. Relax your throat.”
I do as he says, and it allows him to slide a bit down my throat. Reese is practically feral right now with his constant flow of cursing. His hips pump reflexively.
“Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to stop. I need to come.” His voice is ragged, his breath winded.
This is what I wanted. For him to lose control. I reach around him and grab his ass, holding him in place.
“Fuuuccckkk. Ava, I’m coming…”
His hands relax in my hair as warm spurts of his release flood my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can, but I know some is dribbling down my chin. And I don’t care. I want all of life’s messes with this man. When he’s done coming, I release him with a pop.
I look up to find him staring at me like I’m the most amazing, beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“My wife,” he murmurs. He swipes a thumb across my chin, wiping up the spilled remnants of his orgasm. “I love you so goddamn much.”
“Good?” I can’t help but ask.
He pulls me up to stand in front of him. He shakes his head.
My heart tightens. “It wasn’t?”
“Good does not begin to describe that blowjob. It was transcendent.”
I giggle. “That seems a little bit much.”
“No. I am certain that was the best blowjob in the entire history of blowjobs.”
My brows raise and I give him a shy smile. “I really enjoyed it.”
“It’s a good damn thing I didn’t know how good you’d be at that,” he says. “I would have made very inappropriate requests in the office.”
“Like asking me to crawl under your desk and suck you while you’re on a conference call?” I ask.
“That’s oddly specific. Care to share your fantasy with me, wife?”
I shrug. “That’s pretty much it.” I bite down on my lip. “Though I have had recurrent thoughts of you bending me over your desk. Just pulling up my skirt, pulling my panties to the side, then you’d open your zipper and pull yourself out.”
“So, we’d essentially still be clothed?”
“Yes. I don’t know why that’s so hot.”
“Because it speaks to the impatience of our need. That’s how I want you. Always. I might not always take you in a frenzy, but I feel the urgency of that need every moment I’m with you.”
With one swift movement, he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. He nods to my body. “Take off the rest of your clothes. Show me what belongs to me.” All the while he makes that request, he peels off his remaining clothing until he’s standing there looking like some kind of sex god.
“That’s good,” he says, praising my nakedness. “Now spread those pretty legs for me, sweetheart.”
I do as he asks. Sliding my thighs apart, then bending my knees to plant my feet on the mattress.
“Fuck!” he growls. “Your pussy is drenched.”
I nod.
“You got that wet just by sucking my cock?”
“I did. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I just wanted to do it for you. But I’ve never felt sexier. And your noises really got me wet.”
He gives me a crooked grin. “Good to know. Now it’s my turn to drink down your cum.”
He goes around to the foot of the bed, then climbs on, wedging his shoulder between my thighs. His hands reach under my ass, then he lifts me to his mouth as if I’m a delicacy he can’t wait to savor. Then he licks straight up my center.
“Fucking delicious, wife. Sweet and perfect,” he says.
His tongue plunges inside me and I nearly levitate off the bed. My fingers dig into the sheets, fisting them. Reese slings one heavy arm across my hips, holding me in place as he devours me. He replaces his tongue with one finger and then two. His wicked tongue traces circles around my clit.
“Reese, please.”
“Who am I?” he asks. His eyes lock onto mine as he tongues at my sensitive nub.
“My boss?” I ask.
“Try again.”
“Husband. You’re my husband!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Now what is it that you need?”
“Make me come, husband.”
He ghosts his lips across my clit. “Is this what you need?”
“No! I need more.” I buck against him, my need pounding through my veins. “Lick me. Suck me.”
“All you had to do was ask.” Then he leans back to my pussy and sucks my clit into his mouth. Those two fingers curve toward the front wall of my pussy, finding that spot that, frankly, I thought was a damn myth.
“Reese. Yes, just like that.” Then I’m coming. Pleasure radiates through my body. He continues to lick me through my orgasm.
“One more,” he says without moving his mouth away from my core. “Give me one more.” Then he doubles down, flicking against my clit and working those fingers against my G-spot over and over.
It doesn’t take long for my second climax to rocket through me. I’m pretty sure that one came with a gush of liquid.
He gives my pussy one last kiss, then begins to crawl up my body, peppering my skin with kisses as he goes. “Did you know you could squirt?”
“Is that what happened?” I lean up, trying to look down at the bed to see the mess I made. “I thought that was just something they made up for porn or whatever.”
There goes that crooked grin again. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get more perfect. You fucking came all over my face.”
It occurs to me that the Ava I was last week would find this entire scenario horrifically embarrassing. But Ava, Reese Donovan’s wife, is a different person. Not completely, but changed enough by his affections, his touches, and his words of love. Even more than that, I’m changed because I can finally love him out loud. Being free to look at my boss as if he is the love of my life, instead of constantly trying to school my features, is a freedom I didn’t know I needed.
“I’m in love with you, Reese Donovan,” I say.
His smile is soft and genuine and makes my heart feel like it might burst. “I love you, Ava Donovan.”
I reach between our bodies and find him hard as a rock again. “Fuck me, husband.”
He chuckles. “What the lady requests, the lady receives.”
He thrusts inside me until he bottoms out. “I will never get used to how perfect you feel. So tight and so wet. This pussy was made for me.”
“Yes,” I say. This man is my happily ever after, and I can’t believe I found him. I can’t believe I got married and didn’t break the chain for the women in my family. I pull my legs up, wrapping them around his body. “Harder.”
He leans down, kissing me. I taste my own release and know I must taste of his. Somehow, this kiss feels like the most intimate thing we’ve shared.
His movements become faster and definitely harder, and I know it won’t be long before he makes me come again. I know women can have multiple orgasms, but is there a limit before she passes out? I’ve never researched that, but maybe I should have.
“How does this feel so good?” I ask, pulling away from the kiss.
“Because we were made to be together. We’re a perfect fit.”
I tilt my head back, relishing the feel of him pumping in and out of me. His dick seems to hit every delicious spot in my pussy.
“Open your eyes, Ava. I want you looking at me when you fall apart this time.”
I open them and meet his gaze. His pupils are blown, nearly hiding the beautiful color of his eyes. My climax is building and the eye contact is intensifying the sensations.
“Come for me, wife,” he says.
And I do. My orgasm rolls through me with an intensity that steals my breath. Reese groans my name, then paints the inside of me with his pleasure.