Page 15 of Love Me Fearless

She smiles and shakes her head at my cocky tone.

“But not too long,” I say, and rock my hips, grinding into her.

Her eyes flutter closed for an instant, and the moment turns sensual andcharged.

Fuck do I want her.

I rise up, lifting the hem of her shirt. She raises her arms to help. I toss the shirt to the floor and cradle her against me. The soft fullness of her breasts meeting my chest makes me groan. I brush back her hair and kiss her, my tongue lashing with hers, swirling into her mouth. Ava starts to rock in little pulses against me, obliterating my ability to think. I caress her ass and cradle her, savoring the feel of her heat wrapped around me.

Ava gently urges me back, her eyes edged with that same yearning. Like she’s hungry for me, too. She slips between my thighs and kisses down my chest. I comb back her hair, sweeping it to one side. Her soft kisses are full of tenderness and care, and it’s so sweet and pure, just like her. Does it mean what I think?

A part of me is longing for it, while the other part is silently retreating, to where it’s safe.

She kisses along the waistband of my briefs and strokes me over the fabric, making my cravings spiral tighter. I comb back her hair again and rise up on my elbows.

I might like to watch, too.

She tugs my briefs down and slides them all the way off. Her eyes flutter closed as she swallows the tip of me. Fuck, her mouth. Her soft, wet lips. I hiss a breath as she glides lower. Watching her swallow me is sexy as hell. Decadent and sensual. It takes everything I have not to rock deeper, to fill that little mouth with every thick inch of my cock.

She glides back up, tightening around me.

“That all you got, Greely?” I ask, even though if she keeps this up, we’re going to have a very early intermission.

She gives me a heated glare from under her lashes, finishing with a slow stroke from her fist. Instead of answering, she takes me inside again, deeper this time, her plush, wet lips stretching around me. Hot fucking damn. I try to hold onto my sanity as she strokes and glides, but it’s not long before I have to roll up and reach for my wallet and the condoms stashed there.

“Can’t take the heat, huh?” she says with a sassy twist to her lips.

I slip out one of the condoms and peel the wrapper open, then slide it on. “I’m saving it all for you.”

The competitive gleam in her eyes softens, and she cradles my face and kisses me. I tug her close again, her strong thighs sliding next to mine and her plush warmth exactly where I want it. With one hand on my root and the other on her lower back, I urge her up and down my length, her wet pussy so plush against me, until she’s trembling. In one motion, I lock into place between her thighs. Slowly, she sinks onto me, taking me inside.

Everything is tight and hot and slick around me. I groan into her mouth as she lowers, her body welcoming me so perfectly. With one final thrust of my hips, I’m home.

Her hips give a little quiver.

I caress the hair from her face. “You okay?”

A look of pure longing crosses her face before she presses her lips to mine in a sensual, tender kiss. I kiss her back, cradling her waist. We move together, kissing, touching, our breaths quickening in the darkness. I trace her jaw with kisses to the back of her ear, savoring her body’s warmth and the easy weight of her against me.

“You feel so good,” I say on a groan.

I lower to her breasts to caress and tease her with my tongue. Ava sucks in a shaky gasp, her body tensing for release.

“Let me hear you,” I say, and give her a gentle tug with my teeth.

Ava’s cries erupt as she comes, her tender warmth so tight around me. It takes everything I have to hold on. Panting, she comes down. I kiss up her neck and whisper, “Come on, one more.”

She goes limp against me. “I can’t.”

I laugh and caress her back. “Never knew you to be a quitter, Greely.”

She laughs through a soft groan.

I cradle her hips to set a slow, firm pace. She gazes at me with a look of such delicious tenderness that I have to close my eyes and kiss her, before my heart splinters to pieces. Her nipples brush my chest asshe rises and falls against me. I stroke her with my thumb as she rocks. Her breaths quicken and her face softens in surrender.

“How can you do this to me?” she whispers, like a plea.

A lump tightens in my throat because isn’t she the one turning my heart inside out?

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