Chapter 39
AVA
Ilet Desmond give me an intense, sensual kiss, opening my mouth to deepen the kiss when he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked us over to the bedroom, where he set me down on the bed. He unbuttoned my blouse slowly, and when it fell off, he kissed every bit of me.
“I still can’t help but hate that I lost two hours of my evening with you,” Desmond said as I put my fingers under his shirt, feeling the hardness of his chest.
Minutes later, I had taken his clothes off, and the two of us fell back on the bed, a mess of limbs and kisses and skin.
“Should we be quick? You have an early morning tomorrow,” I reminded him just as his hungry hand found the swell of my breast, where he teased and licked my nipple.
“I’d rather be late for that than hurry this,” he said, blowing a cool draft of air over my breast and making me forget everything. Everything but him.
I was unable to resist anything anymore and arched into his hand as he sucked one nipple, palming the other.
When he tried to step away for a condom, I pulled him closer. “Not tonight, darling. I want you and only you.”
“How badly?” he asked, a devilish look on his face.
I reached for his cock, feeling the dewy tip before I touched the smooth shaft.
I slid down until the head of his cock was at my entrance, teasing and rubbing myself.
“I want you as badly as I did that night you left, Desmond. Because I realize I love you, and that terrifies me. For the longest time, I felt nothing but guilt and regret. And then you came along, and you showed me what it was like to feel happiness, passion, and pleasure. You taught me what it was like to be wanted too. You made me feel wanted and cared for, and that was too many feelings for when a girl only knew regrets. So, go ahead and push in because I can take an orgasm over all these feelings that threaten to rip me apart.”
A second later, he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. Lining himself up, he slid in deep, his body over mine, face-to-face, as close as we could possibly be. He touched my face gently, placing his fingers on my lips.
“Those feelings aren’t going to rip you apart, sweetheart,” he said into the skin of my neck, thrusting with each sentence while I moaned. “They’ll just make you whole again.”
Another big push into me, more forceful this time, while I made a strangled sound as I felt his hard cock fill me up completely inside, stretching me out even more.
“I’ll make sure you don’t have any regrets anymore.”
He balanced on one hand, using the other to find my clit, his fingers stroking and circling, while he started to move, gliding in and out of me slowly.
He smiled down at me, thrusting into me in deep strokes, giving me time to build up to my peak. I knew that in the past few weeks, his walls had come down too. It would take him longer to admit to his feelings for me, but time was something I was willing to give Desmond.
When I came minutes later, I let out a short cry, tensing just before waves of pleasure cascaded down my body.
In a seconds, I was limp and satisfied before I smiled up at Desmond.
He paused to give me a few moments to enjoy my relief while he touched me everywhere.
His fingers touched my face, my neck, and trailed down the curve of my breast and to my hip.
Then, he started to move faster, hips slamming against my thighs, faster and harder until his climax hit him like a tidal wave and he spilled into me.
That night, we fell into a fitful sleep, spent and tired, arms around each other, naked.
Little did I know, it was the last few hours of peace we’d have together.