Page 77 of Sugar
I nod. I’d been so scared of hurting her, but she promised she could take it. Said we wouldn’t be made not to fit together. “You made it so good for me, Ava. You always did.”
She snorts. “You did all the work.”
I reach to grip her chin, lifting her face. “You’re going to make it good for me again, aren’t you?” Her cheeks grow crimson as she attempts to nod, the flesh of her face swelling around the tips of my fingers. I hum with approval, anticipation zipping up the back of my neck. “Show me.”
She pulls her face out of my grip and turns her attention back to my dick, flattening her tongue against the head. The feel is . . . exquisite. Mind blowing. So good. Her hand wraps around the base, giving me another languid pump while her tongue dips lower, pausing, rising back up.
“Yeah,” I grit out. “Perfect.”
She hums, and it vibrates through me. I nearly lose it, but force myself to breathe in deep. Try to slow my racing heart down a little.
But then she wraps her lips around me, sucking me into her mouth, and it’s too much, too fast. Her cheeks hollow asI disappear further inside of her. My stomach clenches, molars grind, until I feel the back of her throat. “Fuck,” I mutter, gripping her hair at the base of her neck, tugging her loose. “Don’t make me come yet, Ava.”
“Already?” She grins, her lips slick. Filthy.
“It’s been a long time,” I concede, taking a step back. “Get on your knees.”
And she does. I praise her with soft murmurs as I kiss up the length of her spine, gripping her hips tightly between both hands as I pull off her underwear. I dig my fingers deep into her flesh, anchoring, holding her still. My mouth reaches the back of her neck, and she tilts her head to the side to give me better access. I suck at her throat, scraping my teeth against her skin, relishing the whine it draws out of her.
I stand again, straightening. Lifting her ass higher so I can see her better. She’s more than wet—dripping, actually, down the inside of her thigh—glistening in the moonlight. I’d wondered if pregnancy would make it harder for her to be turned on, to want something like this, but she seems more than ready. Like perhaps she wants it even more now.
“Look at you,” I whisper. I want to taste her, but I’m not sure I have the patience. It’s beenten years, and I’m worried if I don’t get inside her, soon, I might actually die.
“I missed this,” she mumbles into the mattress. “Missedyou.”
My heart stutters.
I graze my fingers through her slick skin—just enough to tease. She perks her ass higher. Begging. Nudging herself against my dick. “We don’t have to do this, sugar.” I need to say it, to tell her, but the thought of stopping kills me.
Her head tilts on the mattress. Blue eyes catch mine beneath the beautiful drape of her hair. “In case I haven’t made itperfectly clear, Kasey, I want you to fuck me. Immediately.Roughly.”
Fuuuuuck. “Hold on,” I rumble. “Let me—” I reach for the drawer of my nightstand.
“No need.” She laughs. Face warm and affectionate. Like maybe I forgot that any form of birth control is a silly idea at this point.
As if I could possibly fucking forget.
“But what about the baby?”
Her eyes soften. She lowers her hips, turning to face me again on her knees. “When I saw the doctor in Miami, he told me I still—that Ishould—” She pauses. “I was thoroughly tested, for me and the baby. When was the last time you were tested?”
Shit. Oh well, no getting around it now. I blow out a breath. “I haven’t.”
She frowns. “Ever?”
“Well, not since . . .” I swallow. Look at the wall behind her. “Not since you.”
Her gaze turns sharp. I can practically feel her mind spinning. “You haven’t beentestedsince me, or you haven’t . . .”
My expression must give me away, because her eyes burst open. “Both,” I say anyway. Just to be clear.
“Kasey,” she breathes. Her shock unfurls, and so does her regret. It floods into her eyes like a tsunami.
I shake my head, reaching to swipe a thumb across her cheek. “None of that.”
“How?Why?”
I shrug. “I tried, a few times. But . . .”
