The way she took my cock will be forever seared into my memory, and now I’ll never be able to look at my favorite bread without thinking of her.
Not that I’m complaining. Far from it.
I still can’t believe she’s here, in my bed. I never thought she’d go for it, even with McGinnis out. She was crystal clear that what we have can only be physical, but I’m hoping that with time, I can change her mind.
At least this way I get to be with her while I figure out how to deal with all the rest. There has to be a way to get Coach on board and ensure her position with the Gliders isn’t compromised.
Hell, I’ll bring in my own personal MPC if that’s what it takes to get the front office on board.
But that’s a problem for another day.
I’m not going to waste my time with Ava worrying. I’d much rather be kissing her.
The muscles in my back and arms strain as I deepen the kiss, desperate to join our bodies. My tongue slides along hers in an erotic imitation of sex that feels so damn good my cock is leaking precum.
Ava must feel it because she takes my dick in hand and strokes it. “I think we need that condom.”
“You read my mind.”
I climb out of bed and grab a foil packet from the nightstand, then standing at the edge of the bed, I jack myself with slow, steady strokes as Ava watches. Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, and when she licks her lips, an involuntary groan rumbles from my throat.
Ava stares up at me with hooded eyes, a sexy little smile on her face as she rubs her thighs together.
“You look good in my bed. You’d look even better touching yourself.”
Her hands move slowly down her belly as she spreads her legs for me.
“Such a good girl.” I jack myself, squeezing my shaft hard. “Do you always do what you’re told?”
She nods, and I tear the foil packet open, rolling the condom over my length in record time. Then I reposition her at the edge of the bed and tuck a pillow under her ass, angling her hips to give me better access.
She continues to rub her clit with slow, lazy circles as I throw her ankles over my shoulders. “Is this okay?”
Again, she nods, and I position the head of my cock at her entrance.
“Are you ready for me, darlin’?”
“You’d better hurry up or I’m going to finish without you.”
I wouldn’t mind if she did, but I grip her hips and sheath myself to the hilt, burying myself balls deep in her tight little pussy. She feels so fucking good I never want this to end, but she’s already close.
Ava knows her body best, and I’d never deny her an orgasm, self-delivered or otherwise.
Maintaining eye contact, I withdraw and sink into her, over and over. The tension at the base of my spine ratchets higher with each thrust, every nerve in my body screaming for release.
“Can I touch you?” I rasp.
She nods and I press my palm to her lower abdomen, applying gentle pressure as I stroke her clit with my thumb.
I thrust hard and deep, our bodies damn near melding together as I search for the spot that will give her the most intense orgasm. Without warning, her back bows off the bed and she cries out, her pussy gripping me tight as her inner walls contract in ecstasy.
I don’t let up. I won’t stop until I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from her perfect body.
Gripping her hip with my free hand, I pin her in place as I chase my own release. Sweat beads along my brow, and my balls are so tight it hurts, but I could live in this moment forever, joined with this incredible woman.
My body, however, has different plans. I give one final thrust, and fireworks explode at the base of my spine, pleasure sizzling along every nerve ending in my body.
We ride out the aftershocks together, and once we’ve both cleaned up, Ava moves to collect her clothes.