Page 42 of Keeping Ava

All for her. Every single drop.

Rope after rope leaves me and mixes with her juices, soaking the sheets. The room smells of us, and as I position my body next to her tired one, the reality of what we’ve done hits.

Not that I would change a thing. My caving was inevitable.

Pulling her closer, I settle her head on my shoulder while nuzzling the crown of her head. She doesn’t move or talk, and neither do I. Instead, we just are.

It’s nice to lay with her like this. More than.

This is something I want to do for the rest of my life. One day, she’ll be my wife.

Yes, she will.

“I’ll always keep you safe, beautiful.” I whisper low as not to disturb her. And yet as if she understood, her reply comes in the form of a tiny snore that brings a smile to my lips. It’s cute.

It also cements another truth: Jason will die by my hands.

* * *

I’m pulled from a deep slumber by the sound of moans. A low, keening sound is followed by the stroke of a soft hand on my hard cock—the hold is tight and her skin like silk. Then there’s the feel of her hair sweeping over my thighs and a hot panting breath grazing the engorged head, a come-inducing beauty that pulls a few drops of pre-come from the tip.

She’s also bared to me; flawless skin and flushed cheeks. I jerk in her hands, a sudden movement that causes her to gasp and flick her eyes to mine.

Happy and hungry. So sexy.

“Beautiful, what are you—”

“I’m curious.” Blue orbs, heavy lidded and aroused, look at me as her tiny pink tongue swipes over the slit. Christ. Pleasure, red hot and electrifying, travels down my body and settles on my length. It thickens between her pouty lips, settling on her tongue as she opens to take me inside.

Every cell in my body comes alive—throbs with each bob of her head. How she hums at the back of her throat, hollows her cheeks at the taste of my flesh on her tongue.

Ava’s small mouth can’t take all of me, and I enjoy the obscenity—her determination to do just that. On her next downward stroke, I hit the back of her throat and she gags, choking on me a bit as spit runs down my shaft.

Those eyes water and I groan, fucking loving her need to please. To taste all of me.

However, when I come, it will always be inside her pussy—at least until this raging inferno of lust subsides.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pull her off, entranced by the single strand of saliva that connects her pouty lips to my dick. “Get up here.”

“But, I was—”

“Now,” I hiss out, my hold tight. “I need you to ride my cock.”

Ava scrambles at once into position over me, opening right over my length, and pauses. “I’ve never done this before, Elijah.” There’s a hint of fear mixed with excitement in her tone. In the way she looks deep into my eyes. “Please, teach me?”

Teach me.

So trusting. So mine.

“All you need to do is what feels naturally right.”

“You are my right.” She gyrates slowly. Testing. Rubbing the bulbous tip from opening to clit. “Now, show me. Teach me how to make you feel good.”

This woman. This marvelous and crazy woman.

She has no idea how wrapped around her pinky I am. How she owns me so completely that I’m losing my mind.

“Everything is right as long as you’re next to me.”

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