She nods. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Well, if that isn’t a ringing endorsement, I don’t know what is.
I squeeze her breast, gently massaging it as I flick my thumb over the hardened nipple. Her breath hitches, and I repeat the motion, earning another breathy little sigh.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper, hooking my thumbs in the straps of her dress and dragging them down to expose her breasts. They’re small and perky with rosy peaks I could suck for days. I take the left one in my mouth and Ava moans, grinding on my thigh with vigor.
“That’s right, darlin’. Use me. Take what you need.”
Tension coils at the base of my spine and my cock strains against the zipper of my pants, but I shift my focus back to Ava, capturing her other nipple between my teeth.
I bite down gently, and she whimpers.
“Knox. I—”
There’s a note of frustration in her voice, but she doesn’t finish the thought.
It doesn’t matter. I know what she needs. During our first hookup, she told me that she doesn’t always come during sex and that finding release was often difficult with a partner.
Probably because she’d had the wrong ones; selfish bastards who didn’t give a shit about her pleasure.
The urge to throttle every asshole who used her or made her feel inadequate rises like a tide within me, but I tamp it down.
What they did doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is what I do from here on out.
I push her skirt up, and her hips still as my hand slides up her inner thigh.
“I haven’t forgotten this pretty pink pussy. Or how you came on my tongue the night we met.”
Ava’s eyelids fall to half-mast, and I drop to my knees, prepared to worship at her altar.
I glide my knuckle over her center and she shivers.
“You haven’t forgotten it either. That’s why your panties are soaking wet.” I glance down at my thigh. There’s a dark spot where she was grinding on me. “Do you see that? All you have to do is say the word and I’ll make you feel so good.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Her reply is barely a whisper, but I have no doubt she means it.
I slip off her panties and stuff them in my pocket.
“You can relax, Ava. I’ve got you.”
I caress her thighs, gently spreading them to reveal her glistening pussy. She’s so wet that even her upper thighs are slick.
It’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
I drag a finger through her folds, and she inhales sharply. Then she watches as I suck her arousal from my finger, savoring the heady taste of her. “So sweet and juicy. Just like a peach.”
She whimpers, and my control snaps.
I pin her hips to the wall and devour her, my tongue circling her clit with slow, sure movements. She moans, and I double down, licking her right up the center.
“Oh god.” She threads her fingers through my hair, her nails scraping along my scalp. “I forgot how good this feels.”
It’s clearly been a while since she’s had oral, and while the thought of another man touching her makes me want to light things on fire, the thought of her needs going unmet is downright criminal.
Ava should be fucked—well and often.