Page 84 of This Woman Forever
“Lower,” I order softly, holding myself upright, my cock singing for her, my lungs expanding as she slides down, her shoulders high, her body solid until I’m buried balls deep and shaking madly. “Fuck,” I whisper, tearing my mouth from hers and burying my face in her hot neck. She flexes her hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Then pulls my face back out, scanning my eyes, my face, before taking my mouth again, her arms braced on my shoulders, her hips rolling.
And it’s beautiful.
But I’m so surprised she doesn’t demand a condom. Not that it matters, since she’s restocked on pills. And I’m apparently infertile. Has she concluded I must be? Is she reassured by that? Is that why she’s here? Being reasonable? She’s okay because she didn’t want kids. She’s okay even though I’m so fucking sad I’ll never get to share the ultimate with her. Devasted. But I’d be even more devasted if I didn’t have Ava.
She moans as I move her on my lap, lifting and lowering her slowly, working us both up steadily and slowly. No rush. It’s fucking exquisite. The friction, the pace, her mouth worshipping mine, her boobs slipping all over my chest, the hot water raining down on us. Her pussy clenching me. “Ava,” I mumble, preparing her, telling her, feeling the blood racing through my body to my dick.
“Yes,” she breathes, tugging at my lip with her teeth. “God, yes.”
I grunt, lifting my arse from my heels, holding hers with one hand, the back of her head with my other. The calm becomes frantic, mouths, bodies, and heartbeats. I pull back and look at her, seeing the excited sparkle in her dark eyes. She pushes her forehead to mine, fists my hair. “I love you,” she whispers. My hips jerk, my control lost, the muscles in my thighs burning as I tackle her mouth again and kiss us to the finish line, bucking on a grunt as I come. Ava hardens our kiss more, every inch of her becoming stiff, the walls of her pussy sucking me deeper as she climaxes on a whimper. The shakes set in, my lungs are screaming, and my arse collapses back to my heels.
“Welcome home, baby,” I say, spent, hearing her long, exhausted exhale as she settles in my neck, clinging to me. We’re home. “You need to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
I pull back, one eye narrowed. “You need to eat,” I reiterate.
The corner of her lip quirks. “I said, I’m not hungry.”
Oh, I see. So this is how it’s going to be, huh? “You’ll eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” Her challenging eyes feed the energy charging through me. And my softening dick.
“If you don’t eat,” I say quietly, loading my voice with threat, “I’ll have to find a way to make you.”
“Oh?” Her eyes fall to my lips. “And how will you do that?”
Temptress. I get to my feet, turn off the shower, Ava still in my arms, and walk our soaking wet bodies to the bed, slipping out of her and throwing her down. She squeals, landing on the mattress, her wet body glistening. My dick twitches as I start slowly working it back to full hardness. She bites her lip, watching. “Will you eat?”
“No.”
“Does someone need some sense fucking into them?”
“Maybe,” she purrs around a small grin, looking me up and down.
“Then let me help you out.” I grab her ankles and spin her onto her front, slapping her wet arse. Her scream blends with the stinging sound as I blanket her body with mine and move her hair aside, forcing her head back so I can kiss her, kneeing her thighs apart and sliding into her on a satisfied groan. “Oh, baby, this weekend is going to be fun.”
She cries out, my hips fire into action, and the sound of our wet bodies slapping together fills the bedroom.
Along with Ava’s constant screams.
15
It’s Sunday. We made it another day but, to be fair, we’ve not left Lusso. We’re always safe in Lusso. I slide a plate of toast onto the island, looking up when she appears at the door. Naked. Hair a wavy, damp mess. Her bruise is nice and fresh. Her eyes are still sparkling. I’ve had her twice already this morning. Still not done.
I look her up and down as she returns the favor. “Eat,” I order, sucking some butter off the end of my finger.
She looks at the toast. “I don’t think I’m hungry.”
Oh, we’re doing this again, are we? It’s how most of yesterday was spent. Ava saying no to any trivial thing, and me enforcing a yes. I narrow my eyes, chewing my lip. Game on. I stroll over slowly, seeing her body tighten with each step I take until she’s breathless with anticipation, her head tilted back to look up at me. I lick my fingers under her watchful, needy eyes, and slip them between her thighs. Now this is what I expected marriage to be like. Sex on tap, my wife constantly desperate and not too far away from me. I raise interested eyebrows when Ava grabs my forearms on a sharp hitch of breath. “You want me again, baby?” I ask, pushing into her. Her eyes close. My dick recharges. “I think someone needs a reminder.” I drive into her a few times, then withdraw and bend her over the island. Her palms slap the marble. Her boobs squish into the cold top. I dip and kiss her back. “Ready?”
“I can’t remember.”
I smile and slam into her on a yell. “Are you going to eat, baby?”
“No.”
Oh, how she plays me. And how I enjoy playing with her... for the next hour.