Page 41 of Why Not Now?

“What a way to go.” I lick my lips and drop my voice to a breathy whisper. “Please, Derek. Please let me suck your dick. Please?”

I feel him swallow, indicating he’s holding on to his self-control by a thread. A smile spreads across my lips.

When he finally lifts his head again, the dark fire in his eyes makes me catch my breath. He gives me a swift kiss before rolling away, settling on his back, hands gripping my headboard, eyes closed, like he can’t bear to watch.

I shift so I’m kneeling between his legs, wrapping my hand around his thick cock. His whole body jumps at the first light touch.

“Will you watch me?” I ask, sliding my fingers lightly against the soft skin from the base to his velvety tip.

He shakes his head. “I can’t,” he says, voice hoarse.

I dip my head and kiss that tip, licking away the pre-cum before gazing up at him. “Pretty please? Watch me, Derek. Watch as I take this cock to the back of my throat.”

He whimpers. Actually whimpers. His whole body is shaking beneath my touch. I feel more powerful than I ever have before.

His knuckles are white where he’s holding on to the headboard and his lips are pressed tightly together. But he does as I’ve asked and opens those beautiful, blazing brown eyes.

I smile as I meet his gaze and lower my mouth, licking up the underside, then licking my lips and taking him to the back of my throat. He groans, his head dropping to the headboard, eyes closing. I pull away to bite the top of his thigh.

“I asked you to watch, Derek. I asked nicely. I begged.”

He shakes his head, not looking at me. “I can’t, sweetheart. I will completely lose it.”

I lick him again. “Then lose it. Watch me, Derek. Please?”

He’s always loved it when I say please, when I beg. And I’ve always been willing to beg because whenever I do, whatever I ask for, he gives it to me. Tonight is no different. He opens his eyes, and he stares, delirious with lust.

I take him into my mouth, our eyes locked as I swallow with him at the back of my throat. My tongue swirls around his hard cock and his balls tighten just below my fingers where I grip him. He keeps perfectly still while I suck up to his tip, then to his base, coating him in slick saliva.

He groans again but doesn’t take his eyes off me. The look in them causes my pussy to clench. With my left hand gripping his cock, I dip my right hand to rub gentle circles on my clit. I know he sees what I’m doing because his body jerks, shifting his cock a little deeper into my mouth.

“Ava,” he says, and the sound makes my fingers on my clit move faster, has my tongue stroking his dick more frantically.

His chest is heaving as he watches me pleasure him and myself, still holding onto the headboard like if he lets go, he’ll disintegrate. His cock swells in my mouth, so I slow my motions, licking up the side of him and down the other, edging him until he’s panting.

“Shall I take pity on you?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, and nowhe’sthe one begging. “Please pity me.”

I climb off the bed and grab my purse from where I dropped it inside the door, bringing it back and pulling out a condom.

“Why don’t you keep them in your bedside table?” he asks.

“Because I don’t invite men into my bedroom,” I say without thinking.

He gives me a sharp look and I wait for him to say something. He wants to ask me why I invited him there. What makes him special?

I’m going to have to tell him he’s the only man I’ve ever trusted enough to let in the house with Lacey here. That he’s the only man I’ve ever considered bringing back to my bedroom, regardless that there’s a door where I could easily let people in and out without them going into any other part of the house.

But he says nothing and just watches as I rip open the condom wrapper, taking it out and rolling it over his length. Then I straddle him.

He lets go of the headboard, flexing his fingers before gently touching my hips, guiding me into the right position. Not that I need it. The feeling of his hands on me, his cock kissing my entrance, the look in his eyes as he watches me move over him brings a memory of our first time to mind. He’d been so worried he would hurt me. He’d already made me come twice with his fingers because he wasn’t sure he would be able to make me come with his dick. Neither of us had had sex before.

I don’t know what I’m doing, he’d said.I need you to love this because I already know I’m going to.

This time, we both know what we’re doing, and I lower my body onto his with a sigh as he fills me in a way no one else ever has.

“Fuck, Ava,” he whispers, looking down where our bodies are joined. “You are so fucking hot.”

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