Page 28 of Grind
She deserves so much better.
I slide in next to her, and then maneuver us so that I’m behind her, positioning my body right up against her gorgeous curves. Skin to skin, the softness of her intoxicating me all over again. My cock is pressed into her back, demanding. She looks over her shoulder at me, a question.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I whisper. She exhales softly, like the words took her by surprise. My hand slides over her hip, grazes across her stomach, and down to find her clit again. She’s so wet and so responsive.
“So smart,” I growl into her ear. My fingers roll in slow circles, and she’s whimpering and gasping as she pushes her bare ass against me. Holy shit.
“So beautiful,” and then the words come out in a rush. “So kind.”
All I want is to be inside this woman, to feel her around me and to show her what I’m feeling. It somehow seems to have gone beyond words.
“Here, lift up your leg. Drape it over mine,” I whisper softly into her ear, guiding her into the right position. I nip at her earlobe and she bucks, and I trace my tongue down the hollows of her throat, savoring every bit of pleasure. She’s open to me. The head of my cock is at her opening, so fucking ready.
Pulling her back against me, I slide one hand around her, cupping her breasts, and the other sliding back to ever-so-lightly caress her. Every inch of our bodies touch, and soon there will be absolutely nothing between us. She gives another little cry, and I push into her.
The tip of my cock is inside her. She’s so wet, so tight, already pressing back against me. The depths of this woman’s passion and reaction to my body nearly send me out of my mind.
Self. Control.
Gentle and slow, I slide up inch by inch until my shaft is completely inside her. Rocking my hips, I work her soaked clit and can feel the heat of pleasure beginning to move through her again. Moving deeper, my cock slides as far inside her as I can go, as she can accommodate. The whole world is Ava.
“There, right there,” she breathes, almost pleading. She’s tight, hot, and I feel like I’ve come home. Hard concentration keeps me focused and I move the head over and over the spot deep inside her. The spiral of her pleasure builds, circling both of us until it explodes.
As her orgasm unfolds around me, I move rhythmically inside her. Each thrust sends a jolt through me.
Jesus, this is good.
She reaches back, grabbing my hair. She’s grinding into me now, demanding more. Little exultations are becoming more desperate, more pleading.
“Tell me, Ava. Tell me what you want,” I whisper.
“Please, Connor. Please.” There’s an edge, a need in her voice. I can’t hold back anymore.
Everything I am is hers, stroke after determined stroke, never easing up on her clit. Her breathing is ragged, and she’s practically begging for release. Every time I slide in and out, I marvel. My cock throbs, our bodies moving as one. My arms stay around her, my face buried in her neck. I just want her to feel good, held, protected.
Maybe even loved.
The thought just crosses my mind, opening me to a completely unexpected possibility, when her next orgasm hits. She clamps down around me, completely claiming every sense I have. Claiming me. I’m lost, exploding inside her as she screams out my name. Her name’s on my lips, as I plummet into a place that’s so completely distant from anywhere I’ve ever been. So completely wrapped up in her. A salvation, a threat, a promise.
Free-falling straight into her, with a dawning realization that I’m feeling something that goes far beyond attraction. Beyond the desire to protect.
I want to claim this woman. Make her mine, and never let go.
When the last throes have passed, we lie there, entwined, covered in sweat. I close my eyes for a long minute, keeping my face in the cloud of her hair.
“Ava,” I whisper.
But she’s already drifted to sleep, a soft smile shaping her lips.
I stare at the ceiling, my thoughts disquieted, my body already responding again to the gorgeous woman in my arms.
Now what, Doyle? Now what are you going to do?
11
Ava
Connor said I could pick our next date, a week after that unforgettable night in the city. That bone-melting, heart-stopping night in his bed.
