Page 218 of This Woman Forever
But then she props herself up and watches me working her and, suddenly, there’s a better vision. “Tell me,” I press, wiping my mouth on her thigh, pushing a palm onto her stomach to keep her down.
“It feels like you were made to fit me.”
Correct. Standing, I take her under her thighs, smiling when she props herself up with her palms wedged into the couch behind her. She wants to see this. My hand wraps around my girth, the pulse against my palm strong, and I brush the very tip across her sodden flesh, bracing myself to enter her. Her legs hooked around my waist try to bring me closer, her breathing becoming more strained as I tease us both. The parted lips of her pussy give me perfect sight to her swollen clit, the small piece of flesh thrumming, her opening pulsing too.
“Shall we try penetration?” I ask, mesmerized by the vision before me.
“If you like,” she whispers, her words blasé, but her tone full of lust. Of desperation.
“If I like?” I ask, slipping inside a fraction, suppressing my grunt, the muscles of her walls tempting me in farther, squeezing me. “What about if you like?” I raise a brow, fascinated by the pumping of her chest, the shaking of her arms, the sheen of desire coating her face. Ravenous. One more inch. Jesus Christ. I reach for the lace cups of her bra and pull them down, and her boobs pop free, calling for some time. Each one gets a firm tweak, bringing her nipples to solid points, and Ava growls deep in her throat, her lips pressed together to stop her yelling. “My beautiful girl is trying to play it cool.” She’s so stubborn. Scream for me, baby. I get myself into position. “It’s a shame she’s shit at feigning casualness.” I drive in to the hilt, and her head flops back, the moans she’s been restraining leaving her body. “That’s more like it.” I hit her deep and hold still, taking a precious moment to gather myself. “Show a bit of appreciation, Ava.” A bolt of pleasure catches me off guard, and my hips shoot forward of their own volition, hitting her deep and high.
“Again,” she moans, thrusting her tits up, every inch of her begging. I love it when she begs. “Again.”
“That depends.”
“On what?” she asks. “You said it doesn’t always need to be hard.” She’s right, I did. But it’s been a while since it’s been a little rough, and now I’m happy with the information I’ve sourced, I can relax a little. Just a little. “Then you do this to me. Have you finally read the part of the book that confirms you won’t hurt the babies?”
I smile. She knows me too well. “Yes.” I withdraw and thrust hard, forcing her to fall to her back on a delighted cry. “It’s a good book.”
“It’s a good book now,” she pants.
“It was always a good book, but it did say you must listen to your body.” I’m in my stride now, driving in and out, the pleasure divine.
“I’m listening,” she gasps, writhing. “And it’s saying harder.”
Oh? “The babies are protected.” The buzz in my cock works its way down to my toes, making them curl. “I read that.” Deep, controlled breaths. “And I can spank you, apparently.” I strike her just perfectly on her backside.
“You’ve already spanked me.”
“But I didn’t think you were pregnant then.” I spank her again, punishment for fooling me into giving it to her hard. “Good?”
“Yes.” She looks at my chest, prompting me to look too, and I see what she sees. Strained muscles. Our bodies connected. My cock slipping in and out. “You look amazing,” she whispers.
“I know,” I say around gritted teeth, grinding my hips, absorbing the pleasure.
“Oh God!”
“I know.” Jesus, I can feel it crawling through my body painfully slowly, getting ready to explode and take me out. “I fucking know.”
“Jesse,” she pants, panic setting in. “I’m going to come.”
“I’m not,” I hiss, engrossed in the vision of us, clinging to the incredible sensations. “Are you listening to your body, Ava?”
“Yes!” she yells, slamming a fist into the couch, her eyes moving from my dick entering her, to my chest, then my strained face on a loop. “And it’s telling me I need to come.”
Oh, smart-arse? How about sore arse? I spank her again, and the sound alone increases the urgency. “Don’t be fucking smart.” I drive deep, circle hard, watching as her flesh throbs before my eyes and her arms and legs become stiff. Oh no. I slip out, give it just a second for her impending explosion to simmer the fuck down, before I slide the entire length of my solid, engorged cock up the center of her pussy. Her back bows, my legs start to shake.
“Fuck, I need to be all over you.” I get her from the couch to the rug in the blink of an eye, and push into her on collective moans, feeling her hands slipping across my wet back.
“Kiss me.”
My mouth is on hers fast, my tongue exploring as I thrust steadily into her, and she’s mad for it, mad for me, her kiss passionate and hungry, her nails in my arse, pushing me on.
Now feels like the perfect time to broach a lingering bone of contention, and given today’s revelations, I’m even more passionate about it.
“I think”—I don’t stop driving into her. Her pleasure is the key here—“you should”—thrust, lick, kiss, whisper. Attack all of her senses—“quit your job.”
“No,” she moans, easy as that.