“Fuck—condom,” I spat. I’d been so focused on getting her naked and touching her, I’d forgotten.
I pulled away, but she stopped me. “Do we have to?” she asked, her voice small and quiet.
She didn’t have to say anymore. I knew what she was asking.
“There’s been no one since you,” I whispered, circling her clit. “No one except the memory of you.”
“Me neither,” she said, shifting a little so she could look at me.
Relief shot out of my chest as it became clear that although our feelings for each other had been stretched, they’d never reached a breaking point. On some level, we’d always remained committed to each other, even through the darkest of times. It was what I needed to hear from her.
“I never wanted anyone but you.” She smoothed a palm over my jaw and I pressed at her entrance, so deliciously smooth and wet. I wanted this to be slow, wanted to savor it, but I knew it would be impossible. A low buzz hummed just beneath my skin, trying to get out, and I knew I needed to fuck this woman. I’d known we were connected from the first moment I’d laid eyes on Avery, but I still had a primal desire to make her mine. To fuck her so hard she’d feel me in every move she made for the next week.
“Make it good, Hayden. Fuck me.”
My control snapped at her request. I groaned and pushed her to her stomach, lifted her hips and rammed into her, right to the hilt.
She cried out, her sounds muffled by the mattress, as she braced her hands against the headboard.
“Let me hear you,” I grunted. So much of our time together had been dominated by caution and an inability to let go, but now I wanted to hear all her sounds, to own them, categorize them, then create new ones.
I fucked her harder, faster, plowing her into the bed as her moans grew louder. “You see how good I fuck you? No one else will ever have you again. You’re all mine. This pussy is all mine.”
She chanted beneath me, “Yes, Hayden, yes, please. More. Hayden. Fuck me. Please.” Her breathy voice moaning my name, begging me to fuck her as my cock drove into her, was more than I could ever have hoped. She was mine. I heard it in her desperation. The only reason I lasted longer than ten seconds was because of the blood pounding in my ears, taking the edge off the sounds of her pleasure.
Her hands clenched into fists against the wooden headboard and she tightened around me. I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself from coming. It was too much, too good, too perfect.
Her cries grew louder, less controlled, sharper and she convulsed around me. I couldn’t stop the staccato growls of desire resonating from my chest every time I pushed into her, as her pussy tightened and tightened. My orgasm circled at the base of my spine then shot up and across my body as I stabbed my hips forward, fucking her orgasm out of her, claiming it for myself.
Knowing how much she loved to make other people feel good, the ability to make her feel good was power I’d never experienced before. It was far more thrilling than any business deal or acquisition.
Still gulping for air, I lay over her and rolled to my side, pulling her with me.
“Every time I come with you, it’s always the orgasm to end all orgasms,” I said.
She shuffled around in my arms. “And then, all too soon, you’re chasing the next one,” she said, finishing my sentence. I pulled her closer, wanting the press of her hot skin covering me. There should be no space between us. She was mine and I was hers.
She slid her legs over mine and tipped me to my back so she straddled me. Although my limbs were heavy and weak, there was nothing that would stop me from fucking Avery. I sat up and we came face-to-face and I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, released it and stole a kiss from her already reddened lips. I cupped her hips and brought her closer to me, my cock rubbing against her pussy. She hummed a note of contented pleasure as she circled her hips, coaxing my dick back to life. It didn’t take long. Just being in the same room with this beautiful woman got me hard. Having her naked and in my arms was almost too good to comprehend. She stroked her hands up my arms, watching them as if she were inspecting my body, then pressed her fingers along my collarbone and up my throat.
“I’m all yours,” I said.
“I want to know every part of you,” she said, circling her hips a little faster, the slickness between us growing.