The door opened and I had only another instant to worry about it. Ava practically jumped into my arms, and I wrapped them around her as tight as I could.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too,” she said.
Stepping away from her, I took her face in both hands so I could look into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have left like that. I was just so upset that you had lied to me. I didn’t understand why you would do that.”
She held on to my wrists, tears starting to form in her eyes. “I only lied because I was scared. I wanted to make sure things were going to be okay first. I wanted to wait until the second trimester so I would feel safer and not be so worried that I would end up hurting you again.”
She led me into the house.
“I understand. I know you’re scared, and I understand you wanting to be more comfortable,” I said.
“And I understand how upset you were with me,” she said. “I totally deserve that reaction.”
“I love you so much,” I said.
“I love you, Mason.”
I buried my face into her neck and kissed her soft skin gently. She returned the kiss with one of her own on my neck, and I pulled back to look into her face. Tears still welled just behind those eyes, and I wanted to make them disappear forever. A sudden urge took control, and I swept her close to me and planted my lips on hers, breathing in heavily through my nose. A moan of surprise and delight rumbled through her, and I parted her lips with my tongue. It met with hers and played languidly together, while my hands slid down her back and lifted her.
Ava wrapped her legs around my waist and curled her arms around my neck, giving in to the deep kiss. I stood there for a moment, holding her aloft and enjoying the embrace of our lips together when she suddenly grabbed me by the cheeks and pulled back. I looked into those eyes which had been filled with raw emotion and saw something new there. Hunger.
“Want to go to the bedroom?” she asked.
I nodded and she giggled as she leaned down to kiss me again. Rather than setting her down, I walked her down the hall to the bedroom, and she reached behind her to turn the knob. As it opened, I felt her rummaging around at my waist level and was surprised when we parted our kiss long enough for her shirt to fly over her head and land somewhere near the bed. I groaned at the sight of her round, full breasts, still suspended in the bra that clasped in the front. Taking one hand off her backside, I slid it between us and kissed her as I unclipped it in a quick motion.
Her kiss turned into a smile as the bra unclasped, and I ran my tongue down the side of her neck as she let it fall off her shoulders and to the ground below. Leaning back in my grasp, she pushed her chest up to me, and I took one of her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and teasing it to a taut, pink peak. Not letting my tongue leave her skin, I slid over to the other breast, reveling in the change of elevation from her chest to the heavy pillow, and taking in the taste of her sweat underneath. Suckling on her seemed to heighten her arousal, and I could feel the heat from her core through the tight yoga pants she wore, her wetness dampening my thin T-shirt.
I laid her gently on the bed, and she unclasped her legs to scoot back to the pillows. As she made her way there, she hooked her hands under the waistband of her pants and pulled them off. Lying there, her hair spread over a pillow and her slender, smooth legs parted and waiting for me, I marveled at the beauty of her. Taking my shirt off, I tossed it somewhere in the vicinity of the door and unhooked the button of my pants. As I slowly undressed, I kept eye contact with her, but when my boxers dropped down, her eyes wandered down with them, and she slid a delicate hand with long, thin fingers to her core. As my cock sprung out, thick and long, hard and straining, she touched herself.
I placed one knee on the bed, grasping the base of my cock in one hand and stroked while I watched her. Seeing her pleasure herself at the sight of my body was exhilarating and only heightened the tension in the room. I made my way to her slowly, and when I reached her open legs, slid between them. She was writhing on the bed, her finger swirling over her clit, biting her bottom lip as she edged herself toward a climax before I even touched her.