Page 43 of Keeping Ava

“I love you, too.”

A groan leaves me as Ava grips the base tight and holds me against her. “Just like that, baby. Guide me inside slowly,” I grit out through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to grab those hips and impale her. “Roll your hips a tiny bit and...son of a bitch.”

She drops her weight suddenly and my back bows off the bed, thrusting upward and pushing in deeper. “Will it always feel like this?” Ava asks, almost breathless while lifting halfway off and dropping down once more. Then again. She’s taking my length in fast little movements—bouncing in my lap as sweat beads at her brow.

And I watch, transfixed, as two drops roll down and between her breasts; follow them as they disappear at her navel. Ava doesn’t need guidance. She’s perfect.

Naturally sexual and decadent. Coquettish while maintaining a purity that brings me to my proverbial knees.

Her pussy feels like liquid sin and her walls flutter around my girth, jerking me off at a torturous pace.

Watching her like this, head thrown back and doing what feels good, is sexy. But more so is how she guides my hands to her hips, silently begging me to take over.

To fuck her. To make her come.

“For the rest of our lives,” I vow and squeeze, digging my fingers in as I move her over me. Yesterday was fast and hard, while today will be loving.

No matter how much she whines and tries to fight my hold, I keep us steady, building us higher with each roll of our hips.

Sitting up, I skim a hand up her back and cup the back of her neck. Her body is flush with mine, taking me in deeper with the change in angle.

It’s more intimate.

Our breaths mingle, taking in the other’s exhale. Lips hover and eyes connect.

“Eli,” she cries out, wrapping her arms around my shoulders—gyrating over my cock—and I pull her down. Her clit rubs over my pelvis and her juices run down to my balls. “I’m so close. This...us—”

“I know.” Because I’m right there too. It’s licking at my spine, rushing through my limbs as I pump in and out of her. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you.”

That last word hadn’t passed through me when I feel her. The clenching. The arching of her back.

How she kisses me, moaning into my mouth as I fall right behind her, coming deep inside her. Tempting fate in a way that could be dangerous, but I just don’t care.

She could get pregnant. We haven’t used anything.

It doesn’t scare me, though. Instead, I pull her impossibly closer. Hold her tighter so there’s no space between us.

Just the way it’s meant to be.

“Why are you smiling?” She’s smiling herself, eyebrow raised.

“We didn’t use a condom.” No reason to hide it.

“We didn’t.” There’s a hint of fear in her tone, and she moves to get off me. That’s not going to work.

“No.”

“No?”

“Yes.”

“Elijah, you’re confusing me here. Why aren’t you freaking out?”

“Because today, tomorrow...a year from now, Ava, it will happen. Sweetheart, I’m keeping you.”

“I—” She’s cut off by the ringing of my phone. First my cell and then the landline, and we both share the same look. Both go silent, and then a text comes in. “You should answer that.”

Ava gets up then, wincing a bit.

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