Chapter 22 #2
Her head tilts on the mattress. Blue eyes catch mine beneath the beautiful drape of her hair. “In case I haven’t made it perfectly clear, Kasey, I want you to fuck me. Immediately. Roughly.”
Fuuuuuck. “Hold on,” I rumble. “Let me—” I reach for the drawer of my nightstand.
“No need.” She laughs. Face warm and affectionate. Like maybe I forgot that any form of birth control is a silly idea at this point.
As if I could possibly fucking forget.
“But what about the baby?”
Her eyes soften. She lowers her hips, turning to face me again on her knees. “When I saw the doctor in Miami, he told me I still—that I should—” She pauses. “I was thoroughly tested, for me and the baby. When was the last time you were tested?”
Shit. Oh well, no getting around it now. I blow out a breath. “I haven’t.”
She frowns. “Ever?”
“Well, not since . . .” I swallow. Look at the wall behind her. “Not since you.”
Her gaze turns sharp. I can practically feel her mind spinning. “You haven’t been tested since me, or you haven’t . . .”
My expression must give me away, because her eyes burst open. “Both,” I say anyway. Just to be clear.
“Kasey,” she breathes. Her shock unfurls, and so does her regret. It floods into her eyes like a tsunami.
I shake my head, reaching to swipe a thumb across her cheek. “None of that.”
“How? Why?”
I shrug. “I tried, a few times. But . . .”
A tear spills out of her eye and gathers in the space where my thumb meets her skin. “Stage fright?” she teases with a watery laugh.
“Nah.” I trace a line over her lips. “They just weren’t you.”
“Kasey,” she says again, eyes closing. When she reopens them, there’s a hunger there, an unmistakable want. It’s intention made physical, and it makes me shudder. “Come here.” She grabs hold of my hand, pulling me onto the bed until I’m over her, cradled by her legs.
“Are you sure?” I ask, still hesitant.
“You won’t hurt her,” Ava promises, knowing. “You could never.” She lifts her head to kiss me, licking into my mouth.
I grunt. Splay a hand across her heart. Feel it beat beneath my palm. And slowly, leisurely, divinely, sink into her.
We both exhale out sounds of relief.
There’s a distant instinct to pause, to give us both a second to adjust. But my body has other ideas, gently rocking into her, needing to move, to reach deeper. I press a kiss against her cheek, her jaw. My hand slides up her neck and around her throat, gently squeezing. “You feel—”
“Good,” she mumbles, gasping.
“Yeah?” I sit up on my knees. Look down at where we’re joined. “How good, sugar?”
She lifts her hips to better meet mine, the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin filling the room around us. It’s entirely too much. Nowhere near enough.
Her hand covers her breast, squeezing. Pinching.
I watch. Spellbound.
“Really good,” she finally says. Her mouth widens with every thrust, fingers pulling at the skin around her nipple.
Her cheeks are such a beautiful shade of pink.
And her eyes—they’re on me as feverishly as mine are on her, taking in the tensing muscles in my chest as I move, to the roll of my shoulder as I lift her hips higher.
And then our gazes snag. Hook together. And I’m lost.
I snap my eyes closed. “Stop,” I beg. “Please.”
We both go still. Panting. Aching.
“Kasey?”
“I cannot come.” I curse. “Not yet. Not until you do.”
A soft exhale sounds before a light giggle. “Do you want me to look away?”
“No.” I scrub a hand down my face. “Maybe.”
She hums. “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you stay still, and just watch me?” She arches a little, shifts her ass down against the blankets. “I’m so full with you, Kasey,” she whispers, “I don’t even need you to move.”
Her hand leaves her chest, skimming down the length of her stomach, until her fingers splay over herself, between us. She swirls them, coats them in her arousal, and lets out a long, tortuous breath.
And boy, do I fucking watch.
I watch her work, building herself up. Watch her fingers start to tremble and slip as she clenches around me, moaning softly.
Her cheeks flush brighter.
Her breaths grow shallow.
And I can’t help myself.
I sink my thumb into my mouth before pressing it against her, replacing her pressure with my own.
I want to do this.
I want to make her come.
I start moving again, thrusting into her, using my free hand to push her left leg higher until her knee floats above her ear. Her legs are open so wide I can see every inch of her, every inch of me, as we move together.
It’s indecent. Obscene.
It pays off, because soon Ava’s tensing, arching like a crossbow off the bed. Her body clamps around mine, fluttering, teetering. And then she’s falling, screaming into a pillow, and I come so hard inside of her I nearly black out from the force of it.
It takes several minutes before either of us can move.
Several minutes to piece my mind back together.
Eventually, Ava calms down enough to let out a mumbled “Damn.”
Yeah, I agree. Damn.
I watch closely as I pull out of her, as my cum drips out with me.
I frown. That won’t do.
Using the same thumb I used on her, I sweep it all up to push it back inside, careful not to miss anything. When I’m done, my eyes lift to her stomach. To her watchful gaze.
Biology be damned, they’re both going to be mine.