I try not to see what he’s been texting me. Gradually ruder messages—they all have a common theme: telling me to stay away from Ava. I don’t know that he knows for sure she’s here, or that I even saw her. I’m wary of giving him any information at all .
He can wait .
As the sky grows dark I change into a light silk sweater and linen trousers, feeling excitement building inside me. It’s a strange feeling, something I haven’t felt in a long time. This is real excitement, real eagerness to set my eyes upon her again. I’m like a kid .
A dumb kid, I tell myself. Calm down. She’s really just another girl .
But before I go out to the patio to meet her, I take the bottle of Dom and a couple champagne flutes with me. When I see her, she’s perfect. Her back is to me, with the wind swirling her pink skirt around her thighs. Her hair is pulled up high, revealing the sweet, pale skin of the back of her neck .
My heart jumps. Then my cock, because I know this is definitely the night. She’s mine. Finally .
She turns to face me, smiling shyly. The stars start to twinkle behind her as the sky grows inky black .
“Aren’t you cold?” I ask her, drawing her into my arms. She’s so pliant and willing, she nestles perfectly against my chest .
“Not anymore,” she answers .
Slowly we begin to sway together, as though there’s music even though there’s nothing but the sound of the pounding surf and our heartbeats. I fold her hand into mine, drawing it up to my lips to kiss her fingertips .
“Come with me, Ava,” I whisper, and she nods sweetly .
Back in my room, I can see the moonlight glittering across the water reflected in her eyes. She watches me warily, unafraid but alert, as though committing everything to memory .
I begin by untying her dress, slipping it to the floor. Her hands drift over my chest and shoulders, and I take off my sweater to feel her more distinctly. I can’t help but drink in the sight of her—this lush, beautiful creature, finally mine to enjoy .
As soon as our lips touch, we’re falling toward the bed, legs entwined, arms locked together. I want to feel her all at once and she slips under me, angling her hips toward mine .
“Tell me you want it, Ava,” I murmur .
She bites her lower lip, gasping slightly .
“I want you, Ethan,” she whispers. Then, louder: “I’ve always wanted you .”
Her knees fall open and I find myself on top of her, nudging at her tight, wet entrance, as effortlessly as though we have done this a thousand times. I stare into her eyes, so bright in the dark room. I want to see her at the moment I’m finally inside her sweet, hot pussy. The first one inside her. My perfect girl .
“You feel so good, Ava,” I tell her, still moving against the wetness on the outside of her. Her furrow is swollen and slick. She nods, her face a mixture between fear and desire. For a second a vision of Aden’s angry face appears in my mind, and I will it away. “Just relax, baby,” I tell her, willing myself to be gentle for her .
She does as she’s told, and I slide my hard length into her wet, tight channel. I’m so fixed on her I hear the guttural moan of lust that swells in my throat as if it’s coming from someone else. Her eyes widen, and then her brows come together as she pants softly. Already tight, she closes around me more as I angle inside again. When her eyes finally close, she arches into me, locking her hands around my neck .
We move together naturally in sync, each meeting the other’s needs without words. She grinds against me, faster and faster, drawing me as deep as I can go. Her cries rise as she clasps me deep inside, drawing out the earth-shattering orgasm from my roots .
“I’m coming,” she breathes, and her voice rises until it fills my ears. We quake together, breathless and shaking, trembling as the ecstasy crashes through us again and again .
She folds me into her arms, holding me tight .
Chapter 32
A VA
I can’t believe this is real .
As he lies on top of me, breathing hard, groaning like a bear, I’m swept away by everything I’m feeling. It’s like a dream. Like a made-up fantasy .
But it’s totally real. And it’s totally perfect .
I’m not a virgin anymore. Finally I know what this body is for, and it feels brand-new. I’ve never had a man give me real orgasms before. The ones I achieved by myself were nothing like this. I’ve heard people say “toe-curling orgasm” before but thought it was an exaggeration .
Yet here I am, with my toes actually curled. My body is still having little mini-orgasms as I think about it .