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He moans again. “Dammit, Ava. If you keep doing that, I’ll—”

With a wicked grin, I slide my free hand down my stomach and under the lace.

Whatever he was about to say evaporates. My hand and mouth work together, a slow glide at first and then faster. Every sound he makes turns me on more. My tongue flicks over the tip before I suck him in again.

“Baby. Gonna come…” His voice is so tight, it sends tingles shooting straight down my spine, causing every muscle south of my bellybutton to clench down—hard.

He strokes my cheek, watching me with wonder. “Where do you want it?”

I don't answer, but I'm ready when he tries to pull my head away, and as his hips buck forward, I keep my mouth sealed around him, and hold him there until his spasms finish.

“Oh, God, Ava. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to . . . fuck.”

I swallow and giggle, and he hauls me up for a quick kiss.

“Get ready,” he says.

“For what? Oh!”

He scoops my legs out from under me, strides to the bed, and tosses me on its pillowy surface.

“For everything I can think of.”





Chapter Sixteen


Barrett


I join Ava on the bed, and we lie side by side, our heads close, resting on the same pillow and our lips almost touching. I can't help my hands from exploring right now. For once we're not in a car, or her parents’ den, where there was no time to linger. Her breasts are soft and warm in my hands, and when I stroke between her thighs, I find her soaking wet.

She begins her slow torture again, jacking me up and down in steady motions. I could let her do this all night, watching the gentle sway of her breasts as she works, feeling the pleasure shoot straight through my spine, pooling low.

“You sure you're ready?” I ask.

She nods, her lips brushing mine. “I couldn't live the rest of my life without knowing how you felt. How you move.”

Pleasure snaps through me, and I take another deep breath.

I feel the exact same way. Except forget living the rest of my life, I can't live one more heartbeat without feeling her.

“I have condoms,” she says, halting her motions. “In my purse…”

I give my head a gentle shake. “They won't fit.”

Call it a blessing or a curse, but I have to special order my condoms from a website that sells size XXL. Ava, of course wouldn't have known that. Rising from the bed, I find my pants and pull out a couple of condoms from my pocket, tossing them onto the bed. Even in the dimly lit room, the black foil wrappers stand in stark contrast to the white duvet.

She rises up on her knees, her eyes dark with lust as she watches me tear open a foil packet with my teeth and draw out the condom, wrestling it onto my hard-on with ease.

I rejoin her on the bed, in our previous position, side by side. I've thought about this moment, way more than I probably should have, and determined this would be the best position for us. In missionary, I could thrust too deep, and in girl-on-top she could impale herself too far down on my shaft, bruising her deep inside. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

Her eyes are on mine, and she's biting her lip, looking more vulnerable than ever.

“You have no idea how badly I've wanted this,” I admit, gritting my teeth as I watch her stroke her fingernails along the ridges and dips in my defined abs.

Placing my hand against the back of her knee, I lift her thigh, opening her, and place it over my hip.

Fitting the head of my cock to her entrance is enough to unravel another thread of self-control. But rather than bury myself balls-deep in her tight heat, I guide myself back and forth, rubbing against her slick heat, and earning me more of those pleasure-filled whimpers that I love.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask.

Ava rolls her eyes playfully. “Don't make me slap you.”

With the first slow push forward, I can feel how unbelievably tight she is, and have to suck in a hard breath between my teeth. She needs time to relax around me, even if neither of us wants to wait.

“Still with me?” I whisper, fighting for control.

“You feel even bigger than you look,” she confesses with a soft whimper, spreading her legs even wider to welcome me in.

“I promise I'll take care of you,” I whisper, sinking inside inch by desperately slow inch. “I'll make it feel so good, Ava.”

Words escape her for a moment, and she answers with a nod, nails biting into my abs while I ease into that hot, unrelenting tightness. She feels perfect, but it's not until I'm settled completely inside her that I even think of moving. I kiss her, again and again, and slowly roll my hips, wanting her to feel exactly how deep I am now.

“Barrett...” she says my name in the sexiest, throatiest growl I've ever heard her make.

How am I supposed to think when she whispers my name like a prayer?

“You'll tell me if it hurts?” I groan, feeling delirious and drunk on her already.

Her head gives a tight nod. She looks like she's concentrating. On accepting me, I'd guess.

Bringing one hand between us, I place my thumb on her slick clit, rubbing it in gentle circles as my cock stays buried deep inside the tightest, sweetest heat I've ever felt.

She groans, and her body bucks toward mine.