Page 48 of This Woman Forever
“You feel so good,” she says, breathless. “Jesse, fuck me.”
“Mouth.” No. “Just like this.” I knew it was coming. No. “We stay just like this.” I’m clenching my teeth again, resisting her demand. I’m outnumbered. Everything is demanding I release my restraint—my cock, my body, Ava. But my head is telling me no. Careful.
“Why are you being so gentle with me?” she asks, sinking her face into my neck, trying to break me down, kissing me, biting, licking my flesh. She’s succeeding. I have to take a moment and a few more breaths.
“Sleepy sex,” I whisper.
“I don’t want sleepy sex.” Her teeth sink into my neck. “Fuck me, Jesse,” she demands huskily, circling her tongue, catching me by surprise and lifting, slamming down quickly before I can stop her.
“Mouth, Ava,” I breathe, sounding drunk, my cock lunging inside her. “Jesus.” I’m losing it. My control is slipping. The tingles are getting too intense. The pressure too much.
I feel her lift again, and I’m powerless to stop her, my dick absorbing the incredible feeling of her walls stroking it. “Yes,” she yells, dropping back down.
My vision becomes blurred. “Ava,” I bark, clamping down on her hips. “No, damn it.” I can’t fuck her like a madman, slam into her, throw her around, pound her hard, knowing of her delicate condition. I’m not making any sense. She’s always delicate. But while she’s keeping our baby safe inside her, I can’t. It feels so... wrong.
Ava locks down every muscle around me, holds me tighter, gasps to match mine. We’re so wet. Inside and out. Slippery. Inside and out. “Stop treating me like glass,” she says quietly, the edge of pleading so loud.
“You are glass to me, baby.” I swallow. “Delicate.”
“But I’m not breakable. I wasn’t two weeks ago, and I’m not now.” She moves, and I fight to hold her in place, worried to face her. Ava wins. She’ll always win. “Hard,” she says, calmly. “I need you hard.”
She needs me. But... “Sleepy.”
“Why?”
I subtly breathe in. She wants to talk now? When I’m balls deep inside her, ready to detonate, and she wants to talk now? Or does she simply want me to confess? It makes no sense to me. She knows. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.” It’s the truth.
“You won’t,” she grates.
I sigh, dropping my eyes, thinking. It’s impossible to think straight when my body is demanding relief.
She moves too fast for me to stop her, rising and falling onto my lap on a yell laced with frustration. I cough over my shock. “Fuck!” I’m back to fighting my compulsion, fighting my body’s instinct to feed Ava’s want. “Fucking hell, Ava, no.”
“Do it,” she hisses, holding my jaw as she kisses me hard, moving her lips to my cheek. “Own me.”
I shake my head, despite my tongue leaving my mouth and entering hers, returning her kiss. She rises and falls onto me again. “Fuck!”
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she says, hypnotizing me, breaking me down. “Tell me it feels good.”
“Jesus, Ava. Please,” I beg. “Don’t.”
Bang.
“Hmmm,” she hums, holding my face, kissing me, rubbing her cheek against mine, licking the sweat trailing down my temple. “You taste good.” My mind blanks. My body wins. “I need you,” she whispers, driving down.
I roar at the ceiling, willing my dick to calm down.
It’s a battle I can’t win.
She’s finally broken me.
Just like I broke her all those months ago.
I take her waist, my lip curling, and smash her down onto my lap. She was expecting it. But it doesn’t stop her eyes from widening or her yell of surprise at the deepness. I’m so fucking hard, so fucking pent-up. Her fault. “Like that?” I yell.
“Yes!”
Her scream only adds to the pressure.