Chapter 25 #3
‘Once I had a taste of you,’ he says, ‘I couldn’t imagine ever wanting anyone else.
It will only ever be you, Ava. For the rest of my life and everything beyond it, I will only ever want you.
’ He closes the distance between us again, lips capturing mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless when he pulls away.
‘And I’ll do anything to make sure you never forget that. ’
I don’t think I could ever forget it, but especially not when he orders me into the shower and lets me watch him undress as the hot water cascades over my even hotter skin.
By the time he joins me behind the glass, I’m near to overheating from just the sight of him, but his touch over my waist and hips sears me further.
‘Turn around.’
It’s a command, firm but gentle, and I obey when he releases me from his grasp, stepping out of the spray to face the white tiles.
His breath ghosts over the back of my neck. ‘Hands on the wall, princess.’
A shiver of desire rolls down my spine as I bring my palms up and shift my hips back, brushing against the heat of his hard length.
I want to push back farther, to feel more of him, but he firmly grips my hips to keep me where I am, to keep me perfectly safe and steady, grazing his nose along the side of my neck.
‘Is this what you want, Ava?’ he asks, cock sliding against my slick skin, coating himself in my arousal.
‘Absolutely. Yes. Please,’ I breathe out. I’m practically shaking with anticipation. ‘I want this. I want you.’
He makes a hungry sound deep in his throat and I answer it with a sigh of satisfaction when he buries himself inside me in one slow, controlled thrust. The stretch is almost too much, yet achingly perfect at the same time.
He pauses when he bottoms out, giving me a moment to adjust to him before sliding back out a few inches and then pushing home again.
‘You feel so good,’ he rasps, fingers tracing the length of my spine, up and down and up again until he’s wrapping my hair around his fist. ‘Like you were made for me.’
I drop my forehead to the cool tiles, wanting him to go faster and give me the friction I so desperately need, but I’m already overwhelmed by the way he fills me.
No matter how many times I’ve thought about our first night together, fantasizing about what it would be like to have him again, nothing could have prepared me for the way it feels so right.
He’s a shelter around me as he leans in to kiss the nape of my neck, hips pressed hard to mine, holding me in such a way that I’ve never felt more protected. ‘I love you so much,’ he whispers. ‘You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.’
I try to tell him the same, that he’s turned my life upside down in the best way, that I wouldn’t change a single thing about everything that’s happened, but I’m left speechless when he starts to move with deep strokes.
His pace is steady and unhurried, like he wants to drag this out for as long as possible.
A needy whimper escapes me as he rolls his hips, and I clench around him, my body’s attempt to urge him on, but Zaid keeps up the torturous rhythm.
‘That’s it, love. Let me feel you. Show me how much you want this.’
The encouragement melts me from the inside out, but it also feels like a taunt. He’s being the perfect gentleman, reserved and controlled, when all I want is for him to give me everything he has.
‘More,’ I plead. ‘Faster.’
He tugs on my hair, making me arch my back and look at him over my shoulder. His next thrusts are rough snaps of his hips, making me hiss when he hits a spot inside me just right, and the smirk that pulls up one side of his mouth tells me I wasn’t wrong to think he was teasing me this whole time.
‘That’s my girl,’ he says, voice a low rumble. ‘Ask for what you want. Let me give it to you. No one else makes you feel like I do.’
It’s a bold statement. Cocky. This is a champion, a record breaker, the man I’ve always been drawn to even in his quieter moments. He deserves the recognition, even when he’s making me beg.
‘You’re right,’ I breathe out. ‘Only you.’
As if to praise me, he reaches around to dip his fingers between my thighs, circling my clit as his pace picks up. I’m burning all over, turning molten under his touch. Every nerve ending where we touch is alight.
‘Zaid,’ I moan, thighs beginning to tremble as the pleasure crests. ‘Don’t stop, please don’t stop.’
He heeds my pleas, keeping me perfectly on the edge for another moment, and then I’m crying out, clenching around him as I shatter in ecstasy. Through the hazy waves of my orgasm, I feel him move faster, skin slapping as he lets go of my hair in favor of gripping my hips once again.
His breath hitches, and then I feel the heat of his release as he pumps into me one last time. I exhale as he slowly pulls out, though it quickly turns into a whimper when his touch returns to my core, fingers sliding possessively through the mess we’ve made before settling on my thigh.
His voice is ragged when he speaks again. ‘This is all I want to do for the rest of the summer break.’
A spent laugh escapes me as I let my head fall back on his shoulder, heart still thundering in my chest. I wouldn’t mind staying right here, wrapped in his arms, for the rest of my life. ‘We can make that happen.’