Chapter 5 #2
“I’d say it was just the right amount.” I release my grip on her hair, letting the dark strands fall over her shoulder. “And for the record, you always have my consent.”
I can’t imagine a time when I wouldn’t want to kiss this woman.
“Always is a long time.” She trails a finger down the front of my shirt. “You might change your mind.”
“I won’t.” I grip her waist and pull her close, letting her feel my growing erection. “This is what you do to me.”
Her breath hitches, but her gaze is steady. “Knox—”
I press a finger to her lips. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I meant what I said. I had a great time tonight, and I’m happy just spending time with you.”
Her lips part, and eyes blazing, she sucks my finger into her mouth.
Sweet Jesus.
It’s all I can do to suppress a groan as her tongue swirls around my finger, massaging it from base to tip before she releases it with a wet pop.
I crush my lips to hers and spin us around, pinning her back to the wall. Our teeth grind together on impact, but I’m too far gone to care as Ava’s tongue plunges into my mouth. I meet her thrust for thrust, and when she angles her hips, I wedge my knee between her thighs.
The joining is messy and chaotic, but it feels right. Like we were always going to end up here.
I cup her breast and hesitate, tearing my mouth from hers. “Is this okay?”
She nods. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Well, if that isn’t a ringing endorsement, I don’t know what is.
I squeeze her breast, gently massaging it as I flick my thumb over the hardened nipple. Her breath hitches, and I repeat the motion, earning another breathy little sigh.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper, hooking my thumbs in the straps of her dress and dragging them down to expose her breasts. They’re small and perky with rosy peaks I could suck for days. I take the left one in my mouth and Ava moans, grinding on my thigh with vigor.
“That’s right, darlin’. Use me. Take what you need.”
Tension coils at the base of my spine and my cock strains against the zipper of my pants, but I shift my focus back to Ava, capturing her other nipple between my teeth.
I bite down gently, and she whimpers.
“Knox. I—”
There’s a note of frustration in her voice, but she doesn’t finish the thought.
It doesn’t matter. I know what she needs. During our first hookup, she told me that she doesn’t always come during sex and that finding release was often difficult with a partner.
Probably because she’d had the wrong ones; selfish bastards who didn’t give a shit about her pleasure.
The urge to throttle every asshole who used her or made her feel inadequate rises like a tide within me, but I tamp it down.
What they did doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is what I do from here on out.
I push her skirt up, and her hips still as my hand slides up her inner thigh.
“I haven’t forgotten this pretty pink pussy. Or how you came on my tongue the night we met.”
Ava’s eyelids fall to half-mast, and I drop to my knees, prepared to worship at her altar.
I glide my knuckle over her center and she shivers.
“You haven’t forgotten it either. That’s why your panties are soaking wet.” I glance down at my thigh. There’s a dark spot where she was grinding on me. “Do you see that? All you have to do is say the word and I’ll make you feel so good.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Her reply is barely a whisper, but I have no doubt she means it.
I slip off her panties and stuff them in my pocket.
“You can relax, Ava. I’ve got you.”
I caress her thighs, gently spreading them to reveal her glistening pussy. She’s so wet that even her upper thighs are slick.
It’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
I drag a finger through her folds, and she inhales sharply. Then she watches as I suck her arousal from my finger, savoring the heady taste of her. “So sweet and juicy. Just like a peach.”
She whimpers, and my control snaps.
I pin her hips to the wall and devour her, my tongue circling her clit with slow, sure movements. She moans, and I double down, licking her right up the center.
“Oh god.” She threads her fingers through my hair, her nails scraping along my scalp. “I forgot how good this feels.”
It’s clearly been a while since she’s had oral, and while the thought of another man touching her makes me want to light things on fire, the thought of her needs going unmet is downright criminal.
Ava should be fucked—well and often.
“Put your leg over my shoulder,” I order, gripping her ass tight. When she complies, I repeat the command. She tentatively lifts her other leg, and I use my leverage to brace her against the wall. Pride hums in my chest as her weight settles on my shoulders.
She’s vulnerable in this position. Exposed. The fact that she trusts me enough to share this moment speaks for itself.
“You taste so fucking good, Ava.” I flick my tongue across her clit, and her thighs quiver. “I could spend all day eating this pussy.”
“Do that again.” She tugs on my hair. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” I repeat the motion, using just the tip of my tongue. The move earns me another quiet whimper. “Oh, you like that, do you? What about this?”
I slip a finger inside of her and slowly withdraw it.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Can you take another one?”
She nods.
“That’s right. I know exactly how you like it.” This time, I slip two fingers inside of her, hooking them slightly. “I know you like me to fuck you with my tongue and my fingers. That’s how you get off, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” She gasps, tightening her grip on my hair as I pump my fingers in unison with my tongue. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I work her like that for a few minutes, steadily increasing the pace as she spirals toward release.
Her head is thrown back, and though her hair is mussed and her lipstick is smeared, she’s never looked better. Her body tightens around my fingers. She’s getting close. It won’t be long until she flies over the edge, losing herself in the throes of pleasure.
I’ve waited so long for this, spent years searching bars and airports in hopes of crossing paths with her again. Now that I’ve found her, it’s going better than I could have ever hoped. I’m not perfect—who is?—but I might just be perfect for her.
“Knox? I want to feel you inside me.” She cradles my face in her soft hands. “Really feel you.”
Thank Christ. I’m about to blow my load.
“Do you have a condom?” I should’ve brought one like a responsible adult, but I promised myself we were going to take it slow.
“They’re in the bedroom.”
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her up the stairs.