Page 152 of Second Chance Mates

Ava’s cheeks heat—and not from the temperature of the shower.

My eyes remain on her face as she takes three steps towards me before she stops. Her fingers clutch onto her towel at her chest. I keep still as she climbs onto my lap, her legs straddling my thighs like earlier.

I press my palms to her back, where the towel has dipped and I can touch bare skin. She slides her hands over my shoulders and gives me a gentle smile with her eyes. “I loved today,” she whispers. “I love spending time with you.”

My lips press to the tip of her shoulder. “I love spending time with you, too.”

“I want you to make love to me.” She dips her head to my neck, and I have to stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. “I’m ready. I trust you so much.”

I release a shuddering breath and hook my arm over her shoulder. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

My eyes trace her lips, and I nod once. I lean in as my mouth covers hers. My hands remain on her, but not tightly, a soft caress to remind her this is about love and nothing less. I scoop her up under my arm and twist, pinning her to the bed.

Those big curious eyes look up at me as I break the kiss. My heart almost bursts there and then. I allow my fingers to dance along the edge of her towel softly as I listen to her breathing. “Can I take this off?”

She nods, burying her teeth into her bottom lip. “Please.”

I pull it off her body, leaving her exposed and completely beautiful. My gaze trails across her chest and over her pink hardened nipples. I groan internally as I cover her body with mine, pressing my lips to her neck.

“Goddess,” I whisper beside her ear. “You are divine, baby. Perfect. So damn perfect.”

Ava whimpers as I pepper kisses across her collarbones. She throws her head back in blissful pleasure. I smile into each kiss I leave. Her body trembles, and I peek up at her, my bottom lip skimming her belly button.

I place my hands between her thighs and gently pull them apart, her fingers sliding over mine. You okay, baby?

She presses her lips together in a soft hum. Don’t stop.

My hand parts her legs, and I press my face into the centre of her thighs, my stubble grazing her legs. She gasps at the sensation as I kiss lower and lower.

“Jaxon,” her voice pleads.

I move closer to her core and my cock throbs at the sight of her wetness. I widen her legs and waste no time in placing my mouth over her throbbing clit. The hands that were over my fingers are now buried into the back of my hair.

My tongue glides down and back up through her centre. Her breathing hitches as I taste how heavenly she is. I groan into her core. I’m not able to get enough. I inhale her into my system and keep hold of her thighs.

I gently rub two fingers over her pussy and push them in. Her chest rises off the bed. “Oh, God,” she cries. “Jax.”

The way she moans my name has me growing even harder.

She pants as I begin to pump my fingers in and out of her, continuing to swirl my tongue around her pulsing clit. Her smooth legs tremble as she whimpers out loud. It’s my favourite thing to hear—knowing she feels safe and comfortable enough to share her pleasure with me.

I curl my fingers and press them directly onto her g-spot. I want to bring her to the edge so she can shatter into ecstasy. I glance up and find her already looking at me with dilated eyes and parted lips. Her cheeks are pink, and her throat is tensing in desperation for a release.

Her entire body quivers as I suck on her clit once more. She’s close. “Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes–” she gasps.

I lower my head back down and listen to her body language, the pattern of her breathing. I respond to her reflexes, what her body wants. My mouth clamps around her again when her orgasm starts to heighten.

Her hips grind down onto my lips and fingers. She explodes.

Ava moans my name over and over until it’s a weak whimper. Those delicate fingers grip onto my hair for leverage as she rides out her climax on my face. I swallow every last drop of her sweetness and continue licking until she’s withering into the bed.

I slowly remove my fingers and slip them inside my mouth to lick them clean. Fuck. She tastes like mine.

Ava’s hair is splayed across the pillow messily. I crawl up her body and brush a few strands from her eyes, seeing a ghost of a smile on her lips. “You okay?”

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