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“Jesus, that feels good.” So fucking good. “I’m going to move now, okay?”
She nods, and I breathe in, reclaiming her hips. “Real slow, Ava,” I assure her, slipping free, my teeth clenching.
“Jesus, Jesse.”
“I know,” I pant. Fuck, do I know. I quickly find my pace, slipping in and out easily, watching her body roll with the unexpected pleasure she’s finding from this. She’s felt nothing yet. “You feel amazing, Ava. I could stay here all fucking night, but I’m losing it.” I’m losing it fast.
She pushes herself back onto me, and I gulp. “Keep going,” she orders.
“Yes, baby. Are you close?”
“Yes!” She smashes back onto me, and I bark out my surprise, finding her pussy and stroking her to help her along. “Harder!”
“Oh fuck, Ava.” I circle her clit, powering on, my pace increasing naturally.
She tosses her head back. “I’m there!”
Fuck!“Wait.” I piston on, urgency taking over, my world spinning wildly, and I finally bark my order for her to let go. My cock lunges inside her, my lungs shrink, my head spins, my world explodes.
Fuck... ing... hell.
She falls forward, and I have no choice but to fall with her, landing on her back, squishing her to the marble. I can’t get my breathing under control. Can’t get my thoughts to align. Can’t fathom what the bizarre throb is in my chest. Yet I’ve felt it before. And I never thought I’d be blessed enough to feel it again. The question is, though, am I blessed enough to have someone return these feelings?
Or is this heaven just a brief break from the hell I’m used to?
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Never hasa silence so loud been so comfortable. I’m dazed, confused, but high on hope.
I sigh, nuzzling into her hair. “Are you okay?”
“Am I allowed to speak?”
I smile as I squeeze her hip. Yes, she can speak, so long as she speaks from her heart and not her head, which I know is telling her I’m a bad idea. The obvious age gap won’t be helping either. Is it still an issue? I snort to myself. I’d wipe the floor with any twenty-something self-proclaimed stud. “Don’t be smart.”
“I’m well and truly fucked.”
I scowl at her back as I rest my arms over hers, wondering how the fuck I can stop her from swearing all the time? It’s like razors over my fucking skin. I cock my head in thought. Gag her? “Ava, please watch your mouth.”
“I am, though.”
I’m glad. Really glad. She won’t be forgetting that little encounter in a hurry. “I know, but you don’t have to swear. I hate you swearing.” It doesn’t suit her.
“I have to endureyourblue language.”
If I could see her face, I know it would be full of indignation. “My language is only blue, lady,” I whisper, “when you make me see red.” Which is a lot.
Her body deflates on a tired sigh. She can sigh all she likes. Iwillget my way. “Okay.”
She’s appeasing me. It’s a step in the right direction toward my stability. What else will she appease me on? Everything? Will she agree to be nailed to me for all time? I smile into her skin as I stroke over her arms. She might say no, but what I’ve learned about this woman is that no doesn’t always mean no. Sometimes it means:I really want to, and I need you to show me why.I’ll show her. Every day. Which basically means I get to make love to her daily. I smile again. She can’t possibly dispute perfection.
Letting me take her in the arse showed me something solid. She trusts me. She was willing to give herself to me inanyway. I need to explore every possible avenue, hunt down every sign that she’s completely and utterly in this unchartered territorywithme. I’m terrified. For myself, but more for Ava. She’s given me a gift unknowingly, and I need to treasure it. For the past week, I’ve only found peace when I’m touching her.
How on earth am I going to balance that? How am I going to make sure I give her what she needs while ensuring I get what I need to maintain this bliss? I’m reasonable enough to accept it’s going to be tricky.
“Jesse?” she whispers, my name loaded with a million questions. And I know what one she will ask.
“Hmmm?”