Page 39 of Keeping Ava

“You feel so good,” she whimpers then, hips rising to meet mine. There are only a few pieces of clothing separating us, and yet her heat sears my skin, feeding the fire blazing between us.

Her entire visit here has been torture—a literal challenge I was never going to win. Since that very first moment when our eyes met, I’ve been lost to her.

And now it’s my turn to return the favor.

Mark her. Savor her. Cement my ownership of her heart.

“Patience, sweet girl. Let me enjoy you.” Embedding one of my hands in her hair, I tilt her head further back and kiss her once more while my other hand pins her hips to the bed. Her tongue yields to mine, massaging with each flick.

My body covers hers from head to toe. I can feel each shiver as it runs down her body, the way her nipples tightened into stiff, sensitive peaks beneath the thin lace.

“Please,” she moans, spreading her thighs wider to accommodate my hips—my throbbing cock—as I press forward.

Beads of pre-come slip from my slit, rolling down the underside and onto my pants. I deepen our kiss, moaning into her mouth. “You’re perfect, Ava. My perfect.”

“Yours, Eli. I’m all yours.”

“Tell me again. Say it.”

“I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you too,” I say against her lips, rubbing my thick length against her pussy once, twice, and a needy sound leaves her throat. I press harder, grunting as the pleasure escalates. Burning me. Consuming me.

Fuck, I need her. All of her.

She might not be a virgin, but she’s never had a man between her thighs. She’s innocent. Mine.

Trailing my lips to her ear, I flick the lobe with the tip of my tongue. “I’m going to enjoy you—every single inch of you. Slowly,” I say, trailing nibbles down her throat and marking her soft skin. “Love you until you beg me to let you come, and then, I’ll fuck you until my name is all you know.”

“Please.”

“Sweeter words have never been spoken.” Slipping a hand beneath her, I undo her bra, baring her to me.

“Eli,” she gasps, begging me softly for more, arching her back in offering. And I do. I take, wrapping my lips around a perfect, rosy nipple, tugging on the sensitive tip as she writhes beneath me. Her hips rise up with every inch of her skin I taste, how I cup a breast in each hand—weighing and squeezing the firm flesh. My teeth tug and pull on the tight little peaks, taking turns. Each bite borders on painful—something she likes, if the way she’s moaning below me is any indication.

Ava, my girl, likes the pain. Likes the slight sting of my mark on her flesh.

With one last flick, I travel lower and toward the dip of her stomach. The muscles quiver the lower I go, anxious and wanting.

Her scent swirls around me like a siren’s song, and I can’t stop myself from skimming my nose across the waistband of her shorts. Can’t help but lick a path from hip to hip as I pull the cotton down her thick hips.

They rise of their own accord, making it easier to take the offending clothing off and toss it somewhere behind us.

“More. Everything.” She’s panting and beautiful and absolutely perfect. My eyes traverse her body, lingering on the small wet patch of lace between her thighs before flicking back to those baby blues I love. “Please.”

“Where do you want my kisses now?” My tone is rough, gravelly and full of the all-consuming lust I’m drowning in. “Tell me where?” Ava brings a hand between us and lays her fingertips right over her mound. She’s blushing, hand trembling but not holding back, and yet, I need more. “No, baby. Don’t be shy. Tell me.”

“Kiss my pussy and make me come,” she whispers on a moan, eyes on mine. They’re full of lust—heavy lidded as she arches up against the hand I’ve placed over hers. Pulling us lower. Right over her trembling bundle of nerves. “Oh, God...that’s...more.”

“Are you going to be a greedy girl?” Together we rub her slowly, light little circles over her clit. Her wetness seeps through and onto my fingers, and I press my hard cock against the mattress to ease the pain—my desire to drive deep into her pussy and fill her with my come. “Answer me.”

“Want you too much, Detective.”

At her words, I skim a finger over her covered lips, tapping two fingers over her clit before possessively cupping her. “And you’re driving me past the point of reason. I’m crazy for you.”

“Then make me yours.” Silly little thing has no idea how wrapped around her finger I am. How I’ll do anything for her.

I settle between her thighs, pushing them farther apart with my shoulders. My nostrils flare and my mouth waters at being so close; I can almost taste her in the air. Can see the wetness coating her skin.

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