Page 73 of Unstoppable Love

There was that raspy, breathy tone all over again.

I kept my eyes on her as her hand rubbed me. I let her see how much I liked it, and then slowly, I pressed one hand to the center of her breasts and guided her back until she was lying down on the counter. My own personal, delicious buffet.

She shivered from the cold of the granite against her skin, squirmed as I brushed my hands over her breasts. God, they were large. Nipples pebbled beneath the thin fabric.

I stood back and tore off my T-shirt, and her eyes widened.

“You wearing a bra with that dress?”

Ava shook her head and shivered again as I brushed my hands up her thighs, back down to her calves, then her ankles. I pushed her dress up to her stomach and slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her thong.

“Get out of that top, then. Tug your straps down and let me see your breasts.”

“Okay.” Her fingers trembled as she listened. As she unveiled herself to me, I tugged down her thong and dropped it to the floor.

Her cunt glistened with wetness, and I bit back a groan. Slow. I’d go slow with her. Eat her out, give her an orgasm or two on the counter before she’d be ready to fully take me.

“Beautiful,” I told her. I grabbed her ankles, lifted them until they were propped on the counter. “Hold on to the edge behind you.”

Her island was narrow. If she were any taller, her head would fall off the edge, and wouldn’t that be a beautiful thing to try?

Bet she could take me nice and deep down her throat.

Some other time.

“Cameron.”

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

She arched and rolled her hips. “I’m dying here. Do something. Please.”

I bent over her, spreading her knees wide and opening her up for me. The glass of wine had been left abandoned on the counter. “How much of that have you had?”

“Two. One at your house.” As she spoke, my fingers found her sex. “Shit.”

“When was the second?” I slipped my finger around her clit. It was swollen, and she was already dripping wet.

“Here,” she said. Her fingers white-knuckled her grip on the island, and she whimpered when I pressed a finger at her opening. Her body clung to me, sought me, tried to take me deeper, but I kept it there, right at her opening, learning the feel of her, playing with her.

“Good girl,” I said and slammed my finger inside.

She gasped, her head thrown back. It made her breasts rise into the air, and I bent over her, taking one nipple in my mouth and sucking deep while my finger inside moved more.

She was tight. Slick and so damn hot, I had to swallow down the urge to forgo going slow and slam my aching dick into all that goodness.

“Holy shit,” she chanted. And soon her hips were working with me. Searching for more. I added a second finger and moved to her other breast, where I laved her nipple with the same treatment. Every hard suck made her body tighten, and the sexiest little noises tore from her throat.

My fingers were drenched with her, and once she’d relaxed enough with two, I added a third.

“There you go. Nice and easy.”

Her eyes squeezed closed, and a delightful moan escaped her lips as she adjusted.

“Take it slow, Ava.”

Her body had tightened, and I bent down, went back to playing with her nipples until she was squirming beneath me and relaxing around my fingers. I shoved them in further, my balls aching with the sounds she made as she adjusted. Popping off one nipple, I leaned over and slammed my mouth to hers.

My fingers pumped in and out of her, curled, and hit that rigid spot inside of her. I swallowed her cries and pressed the heel of my hand to her clit.

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