She was breathtaking.
I rapped on the door harder than I intended, causing her to jump. She hesitated before approaching the door, our gazes locking through the glass. She wore an old sweatshirt, so large on her it slid off one shoulder, the fabric faded and worn. Casual pants hung low on her hips. She wore no makeup, and her hair was damp, a dark curtain around her shoulders.
She opened the door, the color on her cheeks high. I gripped the doorframe to stop myself launching at her. The yearning sensation was so strong I shook with it.
“You left this. I thought you might want it,” I said, my voice sounding strangely rough and my eyes glued to the creamy exposed skin on her shoulder.
She nodded, swallowing several times, but not speaking.
“Tell me that shirt once belonged to a member of your family,” I growled, unable to stop the caveman inside me from roaring in jealousy.
“My dad.” Her voice was a whisper. Then she licked her lips. Her plump, full lips I wanted underneath mine. I had no thought before I moved, grabbing her, and hauling her close as I cupped the back of her head. “Thank God.”
Everything eased as our mouths fused together. The itchy, tearing sensation left my body, and my muscles relaxed the closer I pulled her to me. A different sensation replaced it. Hard, needy lust. I needed her naked. Under me. Over me. I didn’t care. I had to be inside her.
Our bodies melded, her breasts pressed against my sternum, her nipples hard points on my skin. She whimpered as I sank my tongue into the sweet warmth of her mouth, and she gripped the back of my neck. I had no recollection of moving inside, but the door slammed shut behind me and Cash trotted past us, heading for the living room. I knew, without a doubt, he would jump into the chair she’d just vacated and sleep there. I slid my hand under Ava’s curvy ass and lifted her.
“Bedroom,” I mumbled against her mouth.
“Hall. Left.”
I tossed her onto the bed, not taking the time to notice the details of the room. All I could see was her. I yanked my shirt over my head. “Dammit, Ava. All day.” I shucked off my sweats, my erection hot and heavy against my skin. “All day, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
She whimpered, sitting up and peeling off the sweatshirt. Her nipples were rosy peaks, and she cupped her breasts in her hands.
“Yes. Touch yourself. Pinch your nipples. I’m going to suck them until they’re aching. Until you beg me to fuck you. Understand?”
I pushed her back against the mattress and tore off her pants. Her toes curled on the white cover, the purple of her nails glittering in the light. I lifted a foot to my mouth, kissing the arch. “Pretty little toes, baby. I’m going to make them curl really tight. I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t remember anything or anyone but me. You won’t recall how it felt to be with anyone but me. Not in the past. Not ever again.”
I had no idea where those words were coming from. I barely recognized the growl of my own voice. I was on her in a second, our mouths fused together. I had my hands all over her. Stroking her soft skin, cupping her full ass, teasing the juncture of her elbows with my tongue. Pushing her knees apart and burying my face into her center. I couldn’t touch her enough. Taste her enough. Feel enough of her warmth to satisfy myself. The more I touched, the more I wanted. I kissed every inch of her. Licked the fragrance of her skin. Explored the heat and velvet of her mouth. Feasted on her wet, ready pussy. Swallowed her cries. Relished in the feeling of her nails on my back, the way her tongue felt on my skin, the bite of her little teeth on my nipples. How hot her mouth felt wrapped around my cock. I groaned and hissed, muttered curses and worshiped her name.
I sank inside her, the heat and ecstasy of her clutching me. We were like animals. I drove into her powerfully, pushing her knees against her chest as I took her. She rolled on top, riding me wildly, crying out in pleasure. I pulled out and pushed her onto her stomach, driving in deeper than ever, rolling her clit between my fingers and hitting her G-spot. She came hard, milking me, one orgasm bleeding into another. I pulled her up to my chest, thrusting endlessly, the pleasure spiking and receding until, finally, I exploded in a burst of fiery lava, the ecstasy so intense it hurt.
I wrapped my arms around her, dropping my face to her neck. We were both panting hard, the force of our chests drawing in the needed oxygen raspy and loud in the room.