Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
But I’m the one who’s greedy. I want more. I want to see her face while I fuck her. Watch her eyes go all hot and hazy as her body melts.
It takes Olympic-level effort not to blow my load while I wait for Ava’s orgasm to subside. But somehow I manage to do it, and then I’m looping an arm around her middle and pulling her upright.
Her back is to my front. I’m holding her up so I’m able to still be inside her. For a second I just hold her like that, marveling at how deep and full the angle feels.
Her chest rises and falls in a rapid beat. Her clip is gone, and her hair hangs in disheveled waves over her shoulders and back.
I reach around and cup her breast, thumbing her nipple just how she likes.
“Oh,” she breathes, her fingers finding the hair at the nape of my neck just how I like. “So good, Sawyer. This feels so good.”
She’s practically boneless as I pull out of her and spin her around. Kissing her mouth, I back her toward the wall of windows on the far side of the room.
“Arms around my neck, pretty girl. I need you to hold on to me. Think you can do that?”
Pulling away, she meets my eyes and nods. “Yeah. Wait, are you gonna—I’m not light—”
“I got you.” I glide a hand down to her thigh. “Arms around my neck, Ava. Don’t make me ask twice.”
“Or what?” Her lips twitch. “You gonna spank me again? ’Cause I liked that.”
I stare at her mouth. “Now who’s the evil one?”
“You’re rubbing off on me too, I guess.”
I lift her leg so that her knee is notched at my hip. “When I lift you, wrap your legs around my waist. Then I want you to put me inside you.”
Ava glances over her shoulder at the windows. “You’re taking this put-on-a-show thing pretty seriously, huh?”
“I take everything seriously.” Grabbing her other leg, I guide it to my hip. “Ready?”
She tightens her arms around my neck. “Ready.”
Curling my palms around the backs of her thighs, I lift her up. At the same time, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I press her back against the windows. Wordlessly she reaches between us to grab my dick, lifting her hips a little so she can put me back inside her.
“Look at that teamwork,” I pant as I sink to the hilt.
Her features soften. Ava looks good when she’s satisfied. All swollen lips and pink cheeks and happy eyes.
“Look at this show,” she replies. “They’re gonna see everything.”
“They’re gonna be jealous.”
Ava smiles. “Future me is jealous. Hard to come by this kind of sex.”
“No shit.” I begin to thrust.
“You don’t mind it?” she pants. “Me being … like this?”
I grunt. “Like what?”
“The opposite of ladylike. The opposite of good.”
How could this be anything other than good?
How can you be anything other than perfect, just as you are?
“Fuck good,” I manage. “Good is boring. You’re better. So much better than that.”
She rolls her hips in time to mine, creating exactly the kind of friction I need. “Can we pretend like tonight’s gonna last forever?”
Something about her voice makes my heart twist. There’s tenderness in the question. Vulnerability. Like thinking about tomorrow hurts her.
I get that.
“Just as long as you don’t expect me to last forever.” I lean in to nip at her neck. “You feel too fuckin’ perfect.”
She laughs, burying her face in my neck. “Go, Sawyer.”
I do. I fuck her every way I can think of. First I have her crying out against the windows. Then we’re on the floor. On the couch. She’s sitting on my dick while I’m sitting in a chair, her tits in my hands.
I have no idea how I last that long. The condom, maybe? Whatever the case, by the time I come I feel like I’ve pulled every muscle in my body. The release is brutal in its intensity, brutal and blinding, and I find myself smiling when Ava, who’s still on my lap, plucks the cigarette from behind my ear.
“You might need this more than I do.”
I can’t catch my breath. Pinching her nipple, I smile. “Forgot. About that.”
“You gotta have a balcony, right?” She glances around.
I nod. “Off the bedroom. Chilly out, though. Lemme grab us some robes.”
Ava pauses, her green eyes searching my face. “You’re—well, you’re not sweet.”
“Thanks?” I laugh.
She shakes her head. “I don’t like sweet. Sweet is fake. What I’m trying to say is, you’re really thoughtful. You’re genuinely, deeply kind.”
“You’re genuinely, deeply good at compliments.” I press a kiss to her mouth. “I like that.”
I like you.
I help Ava into one of the hotel’s plush terry-cloth robes. I put one on too, and then I rummage around the suite until I find a box of matches.