Page 14 of Love Me Fearless

I climbthe final rung with Ava’s cries on replay in my mind.

Fuck, I love hearing her come. But I knew I would. Because Ava Greely isn’t someone who lets her guard down very often. That she’s just done so in the most intimate way with me is such a gift.

I need more.

I lay her down in the center of the bed. She grips the back of my neck, her eyes finding mine in the darkness for an instant before we kiss. I savor the warmth of her mouth and her soft little tongue flicking with mine. Ava caresses down my chest, taking her time, her touch lighting up my skin.

She strokes me over the fabric of my pants, drawing my cravings to an urgent knot inside me. Her delicate fingers work the buckle on my pants, and I help her shuck them to the floor. When I climb between her thighs and we kiss again, her touch on my skin sends heat prickles down my spine. She strokes me over my briefs, uttering a groan.

“You like what I have in store for you?” I nip at her ear.

“Depends on how well you use it,” she replies.

An ache to please her tightens behind my breastbone. Talk about high stakes. “Again with the challenges, huh?”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.” He eyes flash with mischief.

I break from her lips and kiss my way to the curve of her neck, then slide her T-shirt up. Sweet mercy, her tits are a dream. Full and soft, her nipples dark and tight with need. I cradle her and tease with my tongue. She arches to me, her fingernails gliding through my hair. When I suck her into my mouth, she makes a needy little groan.

I tear myself away with the promise I’ll be back, and continue down, mapping her curves with kisses. I love the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips, the tiniest little hollow of her navel, the smooth plane of her belly. I love her warmth and her softness and the way she’s touching me, like it’s part of her pleasure too. I kiss to the apex of her thigh and keep going, kissing down to her knee, then up the other side.

I step to the floor and tug her by the waist to the edge of the bed. Her eyes flash with surprise, but then her look of yearning is back. I settle on my knees and kiss her inner thigh and stroke up her tummy and over her ribs, to her breasts, where I caress and stroke. She props herself up on her elbows, like she wants me closer.

Or maybe she likes to watch.

Desire races through me, filling my mind with all the ways I want to make her come. I slide her T-shirt up above her breasts so I can scissor her peaks with my fingers while kissing the scoop of her belly, savoring her little whimpers. I lift her thigh over my shoulder and kiss my way to where I’m dying to taste her.

I stroke her with my thumb, circling her tight little clit, and part her open with my tongue. She jolts, sucking in a gasp. Sweet fuck, she tastes good. Like raw desire. Like surrender.

“So needy for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I say.

“You have no idea,” she replies.

With a smile, I kiss her inner thigh, sucking on her skin just a little, making her squirm. Then I settle in for my feast, memorizing all the little cues her body is giving me. Her quickening breaths, hersoft whimpers, the way she hugs me tighter with her heel against my back, the rocking of her hips to match my pace. The heat of her body radiates through me, making me crazy and hungry all at once.

“Oh god,” she whispers, her fists tightening in the covers.

I glide two fingers inside her. She’s so plush here, so incredibly soft. That she’s trusting me like this unlocks a part of me I don’t yet understand. It’s painful and raw and fleeting. I want more, yet what if I fail her?

Ava arches to me, her breaths sharp in the quiet room.

I give her what she needs, moving with her body. She tightens around me, her whimpers turning desperate. When I graze her clit with the edge of my teeth, she unravels, her beautiful cries filling the room.

If I loved her song before, I’m now completely hooked. I ride her climax until she melts into the bed, panting. With a groan, I suck my fingers clean and kiss up her body.

She combs through my hair as I go, her breaths easing. I pause to lavish her soft tits, gentle at first, circling with my tongue, then taking her into my mouth until she’s squirming beneath me.

“No fair,” she pants. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

She gives me a gentle push, rolling me to my back, and straddles my lap, creating an almost unbearable pressure against my throbbing cock. Her dark hair falls in silky waves around her gorgeous face as she takes me in.

It’s not like I haven’t been admired before, but from Ava, my normal confidence feels a little fragile. Is it because of anyone I’ve ever been with, hers is the only opinion that matters?

“What’s that look?” I ask her.

She gives me a shy smile. “Just enjoying the moment.”

“Take your time,” I say with a smile.

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