17. AVA #3
He slows down, pulling me back from the edge with long, lazy strokes that keep me suspended in agony. "I want you to feel this. I want you to remember that I chose you, Ava, because you're the only woman I want."
A tear slides from the corner of my eye into my hair.
Because this isn't just sex. Kai is answering everything I threw at him in the car with his mouth on the most intimate part of me.
"Let go," he whispers against my flesh. "I've got you."
His tongue moves faster. His lips seal around my clit and suck while the tip of his tongue flicks in a rhythm that matches my heartbeat.
The orgasm detonates.
My entire body seizes. My hips buck against his mouth and he holds me down, keeps his lips on me, rides it out while I shatter into sounds I've never made.
His name tears from my throat in a broken, desperate repetition that I'll be embarrassed about later but right now feels like the only honest thing I've ever said.
He stays until the tremors slow. Then he kisses his way back up my body. My stomach. My ribs. The valley between my breasts. My throat.
When his face appears above mine, his eyes are glassy. His breathing is destroyed. The evidence of my orgasm is still on his lips and chin.
"I need to be inside you," he says. "Now."
"Then take me."
He pushes in. One long, unbroken thrust that fills me so completely my vision whites out.
The stretch, the heat, the impossible fullness of him seated entirely inside me pulls a sound from deep in my chest that is part pleasure, part surrender. Part grief for the version of me that thought she could survive this without falling.
"Fuck, Ava." His voice cracks. "You feel like everything."
I pull his face down to mine. Kiss him. Taste myself on his tongue and moan into his mouth because the intimacy of it is more honest than any conversation we've had.
He moves with slow, rolling thrusts that press him deeper each time. I feel every inch of him, the thick drag outward, the devastating push back in.
My legs lock around his waist and my heels press into the small of his back. I pull him closer, deeper, needing him in a way that scares me.
"I can feel you everywhere," I whisper. "I don't want you to stop."
"I won't stop." He thrusts deeper, punctuating the promise. "I won't stop until you believe me."
His pace builds, each thrust angled to hit that place inside me that makes my vision blur and my thighs tremble. His forehead presses against mine. His eyes stay open, holding mine even as his jaw tightens and sweat beads along his temples.
"Tell me you feel this," he says. "Tell me this isn't fake."
"It's not fake." My voice splinters. "It was never fake."
A crack appears in the composure he wears like armor. His thrusts deepen, his hips pressing flush against mine with a force that pins me to the mattress and sends shock waves through my entire body.
"Say my name," he says. "I need to hear it."
"Kai."
"Again."
"Kai. Kai, I..."
“You’re mine and I’m yours, Ava.”
“I’m…I’m yours.”
I say it because it’s been true for a long time, despite how much I want to hide it.
His rhythm falters for half a beat, his eyes widening, before he buries himself to the hilt and grinds.
The pressure on my clit is perfect. His body moving against mine, the friction of his pelvis rolling over that swollen bud while he's buried deep.
The second orgasm builds from a completely different place than the first. Lower. Slower. Bigger.
"Come with me," he says through clenched teeth. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside you."
I can't speak. My entire body is taut as a wire, every muscle trembling. My breath comes in shallow gasps.
His thrusts turn urgent, hitting deeper and harder, his control finally fracturing.
"Now, Ava."
I break.
The orgasm rips through me in a wave so intense my body lifts off the mattress. My walls clench around him in rhythmic pulses that pull a ragged groan from his chest.
I feel him follow, his cock swelling inside me. The first hot pulse of him spills into me while his body shudders and his face buries against my neck.
“Ava! Fuck, Ava.”
We stay tangled together; his breathing harsh against my throat, my fingers in his hair.
The aftershocks roll through us both in diminishing waves until the room is quiet except for two people trying to remember how air works.
He pulls me against his chest. His hand finds my stomach.
"Stay," he murmurs, sleep thick in his voice. "Not just tonight."
"I'll stay tonight."
He presses his mouth to my hair. His breathing deepens. His arm grows heavy.
I lie in the dark, my body still humming from the way this man just loved me with everything he has, his hand resting on a secret that could break us both.
Every wall I built was supposed to prevent this. They were armor designed to keep me standing at a safe distance from Kai while I figured out the mess of my life.
I'm not at a safe distance anymore.
I'm in his bed, wearing his scent, carrying his child, and so completely, irreversibly his that the thought of losing him doesn't just scare me.
If he leaves, it will destroy me.