Chapter 9 - Ava #2
He stared at me for a long moment as if searching for the slightest sign of uncertainty. “Okay.”
He pressed his lips to mine again, this time with more fervor.
His tongue slid against mine, tasting and teasing as he guided us to lie down.
My breathing grew ragged, not just from his kiss, but with anticipation and a healthy dose of nervousness.
While I was sure I wanted Lincoln to be my first lover, I was a jittery wreck. I had no idea what to do.
As if picking up on my rising anxiety, he broke our kiss and eased back just enough to meet my eyes. His hand glided up my side, settling over the frantic thrum of my heartbeat as if he could calm it by touch alone. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “I’ve got you.”
My breath came out in a whoosh, and I smiled. Just like that, my anxiety fled. “I know,” I whispered, tracing my finger along his jawline. I trusted him implicitly.
His thumb traced my lower lip before he kissed the corner of my mouth, my jaw, then my neck, and the curve of my shoulder.
I shuddered at the sensation of his warm lips on my skin.
He tugged at the string of my bikini and peeled it from my body.
My pulse sped up, but not with nervousness this time.
I ached to feel his body on mine without barriers.
The instant his mouth found my breasts, I arched into him.
My fingers threaded through his hair as he sucked and teased each nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through me that I’d never felt before.
My moans grew louder as I writhed beneath him, begging for more.
His knuckles brushed my skin as he undid the ties of my bikini bottom.
I was completely naked and vulnerable. He eased back to assess the length of my body.
The timid side of me wanted to cover up.
However, he stared at me with such appreciation, the other side—the wild side that was coming to life—reveled in the spark of desire in his eyes.
I tried and failed to push his swim trunks off with my toes. Smirking, he kicked it off and reached into the pile of clothes we’d left on the chair before our swim. My eyes almost popped out of my head at the sight of his erection. I quickly dragged my eyes away and tried to play it cool.
He came away with a condom. Again, I blushed profusely.
This was really happening, and I’d completely forgotten about protection.
He tore the foil and rolled it on, then he was back, hard body pressed to mine, kissing me into a puddle of arousal.
I moaned and lifted my hips, begging him to take me.
He didn’t jump right in as I assumed he would.
Instead, he rolled to his side and slipped his hand between my legs.
The first touch of his fingers on my aching flesh sent a ripple through me.
He slipped a digit inside, and I almost took off into the starry sky. I’d never had anyone touch me below the waist before. The experience was somehow nerve-racking yet amazing. But his slow, gentle strokes drove away the anxiety until all I felt was undeniable pleasure.
“Lincoln,” I breathed, with a desperate note. “Please, more.”
He dipped his head to feather kisses along my jaw. “You’ll get more, sweet Ava. We’re going nice and slow.”
And he did go slow, taking his time to drive me to heights of ecstasy I’d never even imagined. He gave me two mind-blowing orgasms with his fingers alone, leaving me dazed and wondering how the hell he found all the right spots with such precision.
When he finally positioned himself between my legs, I was sure I looked at him as if he were God’s gift to women.
He eased into me, keeping our eyes locked.
There was a pressure and stretch that made my toes curl and my eyes squeeze shut.
He stilled instantly, dropping his forehead to rest on mine.
He didn’t move until I opened my eyes and wiggled beneath him.
Lifting himself, he gazed at me. “Better?” The fine sheen of sweat on his forehead and his tight expression told me how much restraint he’d exercised to ensure my comfort.
My heart melted. Running my palms over his chest and shoulders, I nodded. “Keep going.”
He did. Carefully at first, with small, shallow motions.
Gradually, we both let go and got lost in each other.
We both came as if our bodies were in tune.
It was beautiful, and I felt so loved and cherished.
I didn’t regret waiting to get my first everything from Lincoln.
He was perfect… we were perfect together.
He held me close until I descended back to earth from cloud nine.
“Ava?”
“Hmm?” I was too satiated to speak at first.
“Are you okay?”
“More than okay,” I said drowsily.
He moved, rolling us over, so that he hovered over me again. Propping himself up on one arm, he gazed down at me with open adoration. Tracing his thumb over my lower lip and then my chin, he said, “I’m going to love you forever, Ava.”
I stared into his eyes, practically drowning in the sea of green. I smiled, feeling as if I’d won the boyfriend lottery. I believed him…
Until I found out later that he’d lied. I had floated on a cloud of bliss for the entire summer, and then, out of nowhere, Lincoln blindsided me and broke my heart. So much for loving me forever…