Chapter 14
RAFAEL
Ava watches me from the side of the road as I rock Theo back and forth, murmuring softly. He started crying during the car ride home. When I offered to comfort him, and she agreed, I felt like the happiest man alive.
Ava looks at me with that wide-eyed hunger she’s been throwing my way all night. It’s like she’s existing in a constant state of inner turmoil. But whenever I touch or even mention our son, the confusion drains away for a moment, replaced with unashamed, certain hunger.
Once Theo has settled down, I put him back in the car seat. We get into the car, and Ava watches me from the passenger side, her hands jammed between her thighs, pressed together as if to trap them.
My dick twitches as I continue the journey, her dark eye makeup and red lips doing animalistic things to my body. I want her for more than tonight, but if she’s relegating this to one night, at least for now…
I want it all. Everything she has to give.
At her place, she bites her lip, then finally frees her own hands. “I want to ask you upstairs,” she murmurs.
My heart turns into a drum.
“Good,” I growl.
“But… you know I was pregnant only two months ago, right?”
“I’ll be careful, Ava,” I tell her.
“Are you going to disappear again if I do this?”
I lean across the car, smoothing one hand over her cheek while I grab her leg with my other hand. She makes the sexiest whimper as I guide my mouth to hers. The kiss is rough, hungry passion. She moans and pushes closer against me, then leans back, staring with glimmering eyes.
“I’m choosing to trust you,” she says.
“You can always trust me now,” I tell her. “I swear.”
She rolls her eyes, clearly sticking to her just-for -tonight way of thinking about things. Then she wraps her arms around me and throws herself into another kiss. I push against her harder, urgency pumping through me, my cock growing solid and pulsing with precome in my pants.
She ends the kiss, turns to the door, looking at me over her shoulder. She doesn’t say anything else, but the message in her eyes is obvious…
Don’t make me regret this.
I sit on the edge of her bed, waiting as she puts Theo down. I wanted to help her do it, but she insisted she do it alone. When she appears in the bedroom door, I realize why…
Fuck.
She needed time to change. Well, not change. Get half undressed.
She appears in the doorway wearing nothing but her tights and her bra. My body responds with a furious swelling of desire, my end pushing so hard against my pants, it’s a miracle the zipper doesn’t bust.
I stand shaking as I approach her. She looks at me with a gorgeous flush creeping over her cheeks and down her neck, covering her ample, juicy tits.
“You’re even curvier than I remember,” I growl.
She looks away, shame coloring her cheeks crimson.
I reach forward and touch her chin, turning her gaze back to me. “Don’t you dare look embarrassed, beautiful,” I groan. “I love your extra curves. I love every change pregnancy has given you. Don’t believe me?” I take her hand, guide it to the front of my pants. “Feel what you do to me…”
She makes the sexiest whimpering noise, moving her hand up and down, gliding along my engorged length. The movement makes her tits sway with the movement.
I’m not made of steel. I lean forward, wrap my arm around her, and find her bra clasp. She gasps as it falls away, her heavy breasts spilling free.
“Fuck,” I growl, burying my face in them, pushing them together and sucking one nipple then the other.
Her breath catches.
“What’s wrong?” I snarl, keeping my mouth against her nipple.
“What if I… leak?”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I tell her. “No shame, Ava. The only thing that matters is, does it feel good?”
I suck her nipple greedily again, massaging the other between my thumb and forefinger. She gasps and arches her back, chasing the contact. “Better than good,” she admits.
I squeeze her tits together, sucking one nipple then the other, as her hand keeps twitching between my legs. I step back so I can get another look at her, my balls tight and full, aching with the need for release.
She’s pulled her tights up over her hips. When I grab them, she guides her hands to mine, looking at me with a gleam of heat in her eyes.
“Would you prefer to have the lights off?” she says quietly.
“You walked in here sexy as hell, Ava, knowing I’d find you irresistible. Don’t play games with me now.”
“I’ve got… marks I didn’t have before.”
“And I told you,” I growl, peeling her tights down. “Every curve.” I pull them down more and more. “Every inch.”
She gasps, the sound going straight to my leaking cock, as I reveal her still fresh stretch marks. I lean down, gently kissing her stomach and hips. She runs her fingers through my hair, moaning in a mixture of need and disbelief, like she can’t accept how badly I still desire her.
I grip her hips and guide her to the bed, gently pushing her down.
“I’ve fucking dreamed of tasting you every damn night,” I snarl, falling to my knees at the edge of the bed.
She leans up on her elbows, whimpering as she looks down at me.
“I’ve missed your creamy, juicy pussy more than you can know,” I groan, peeling her tights off the rest of the way. She points her toes, letting me pull them over her feet. “Oh, fuck, Ava, you’re already wet for me. Your underwear has spots on it.”
She wriggles against the bed, nodding, staring down at me with those wide, gorgeous eyes.
I slide up her body, kissing her stomach and her hips, the marks covering them…
signs of what we made, what we shared. She shivers with each kiss.
At the same time, I reach between us and grip her underwear.
Sliding back down her body, I peel her underwear off, dropping it and then just staring at her pussy.
She whimpers, as if she’s worried I’m somehow not going to like what I see. Her clit inflamed, her entrance glimmering in a way that has my mouth watering.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You look delicious.”
I kiss up her leg, her tangy scent drawing me closer. When my mouth gets to her center, her legs shake. She shifts as if to move up the bed. I smooth my hand between her and the bed, seizing her ass with one hand, holding her still.
With my other hand, I circle her entrance, not pushing in, not yet, as I kiss and lick her clit and folds. The noises she makes are addictive, my cock growing harder, aching as I take her clit in my mouth, sucking it and pushing my tongue against it to hear her moan.
I suck her clit harder, then push my finger against her slit, feeling her part for me, her tunnel squeezing around me. I force myself to go slowly. Like she said, she was pregnant two months ago.
I’ll have to tame the beast inside me. Force myself to calm down so I don’t finger-fuck her like that first night, where her pussy made wet encouraging noises as if begging me to fuck her harder.
There’s a different kind of pleasure in this. I can feel every twitch in her tunnel, hear every change in her breath as she approaches her release as I lap my tongue against her nub, curl my finger inside her to stroke the spot deep inside.
When her moans turn breathy, I look up. She’s staring down, eyes glistening like she’s going to cry in pleasure. Her hips buck against my face as the orgasm rises inside of her.
I finger her harder, just a little, just enough, lapping her clit fast and greedily at the same time.
She finally breaks for me, her hips going into overdrive, grinding against my face, smearing her wetness everywhere. I lick her through the explosion, loving the way she tries to fight her moans. She knows we have to be quiet. It adds an illicit thrill to it that I never thought I’d feel.
Once she’s done, I stand up, tearing at my clothes. She lies there naked, glistening with sweat, her inner thighs shining with her release.
When I tear my pants off, I stand in front of her naked. My cock is pointing almost directly up, rock hard, flooded with hunger as veins stand out against it. She licks her lips, meeting my eyes with that same daring glint of excitement I remember so well.
“How could you ever doubt how beautiful you are?” I snarl. “So curvy. So luscious. So perfect.”
She sits up, her body shifting, breasts bouncing, curves dancing for me. Reaching forward, she wraps her hand around my base, stroking it up and down as she brings her mouth to my head.
“You don’t have to—”
“Are you going to say no, huh?” she taunts.
Hell no.
But I don’t want to explode too soon. And the way she’s looking right now already has me on edge.
She takes my cock in her mouth.
Fuuuuuck.
She stares up at me as she sucks the tip, working my base with her hand, completely in control. Any protests or thoughts become meaningless as she takes the lead.
All I can do is stare down, captivated, completely lost to this perfect woman. She massages my balls with her free hand, working me into a frenzy. I curl my toes, fighting to stay in control as a thick wave of hunger surges up my shaft.
She leans back, wet lips twitching into a knowing smile.
“I need your pussy, Ava,” I snarl.
She keeps rubbing my dick, slower now, taunting, tempting. “Say it again.”
“I need your body,” I growl. “I fucking need to feel you wrapped around me.”
She finally lets go and crawls up the bed, her legs spread, flashing me her pink, swollen slit. Her folds part, strings of wetness clinging as her body spreads for me.
“Just remember,” she murmurs.
“I know, angel,” I say huskily, climbing onto the bed. “I’ll take it slow. At first.”
She moans as I hold myself over her with one hand, reaching between us to grip my cock. Her eyes snap open wide when I guide my aching tip to her entrance, pushing forward with my hips slightly, testing her.
She wraps her arms around me, sinking her fingernails into my back.
“You’re so.” I push in a little. “Fucking.” More, more. “Perfect.”
She buries her face in my neck, biting down.