First and Forever (Heartache Duet #2) - Jay McLean Page 0,44

his mouth at my center, his tongue sliding between my folds. “Oh, fuck.” And then he adds his fingers, and it doesn’t take long before I’m climbing again, higher and higher, my every exhale filled with bliss. I grasp his hair again, hold him there, my hips jerking, my breaths matching every throb, every ecstasy-filled beat of release. My back arches off the bed, and then my entire body follows as he sucks, devouring my liquid pleasure.

My body erupts.

Right before the world turns white.

Connor kisses the inside of my thighs, in turn, then slowly makes his way up, his mouth finding my neck. “God, I’ve wanted to do that for—” He doesn’t get a chance to finish before I’m pushing on his chest, rolling him onto his back, and straddling his hips, his hardness pressing against my naked core. I kiss my way down his torso, my tongue teasing the spot just above his shorts while my hand slides along his shaft.

“Ava,” he whispers, and I look up at him. At the blush burning his cheeks. “You don’t have to do this just—”

I lower his shorts and stroke him, skin to skin, feeling his thighs tense against my flattened palm.

“Fuck, babe.”

I lick his entire length.

“Ava,” he moans, tugging on my hair, forcing my head back to look at him. “Come here.”

With my hand still stroking, I make my way up his body again until my mouth’s an inch from his. He covers that space, his lips softly parting mine. I taste my pleasure on his tongue, and it only turns me on more. He pulls away before I’m ready, his hand on my nape, eyes searching mine. “I love you, Ava,” he breathes out. “I love you more now than I ever have.”

“Me too,” I whisper through the sudden knot in my throat. “God, Connor, I love you so much.” I kiss him again, and again, he breaks the kiss.

“I want you, Ava. All of you.”

“Are you sure?”

He rolls his eyes. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.”

I giggle a breath, my lips finding his neck. “I have condoms in my nightstand.”

“Thank fuck,” he rushes out, reaching around him to open the drawer. He finds the unopened box and rips it open within seconds. Then he pulls out the instructions, unfolds them carefully.

I giggle into his chest.

“Are you making fun of me?”

I press my lips tight. “No.”

“This is very important, young lady,” he mocks in an authoritative tone. “Let me concentrate.”

While his eyes dart side to side, reading the instructions, I sit up and remove his shorts completely, then straddle him again, let my wetness glide along him, back and forth, back and forth. He bites his lip as he looks up at me, breathless. “You’re so bad,” he murmurs, laying the instructions on his chest. He grabs a condom, tears it open, then compares it to the picture diagram.

He starts to put it on, and I finish it for him. “Good?” I ask.

He nods, his hands going to my waist. “All right, I’ve waited eighteen years for this. It better be good,” he jokes.

I rise up on my knees, get him situated, then slowly lower myself, trying my best to hide the slight discomfort at the size of him. It may not be my first time, but it’s definitely not something my body’s comfortable with. He releases a breath he’d been holding, his grip tight on my thighs now, begging for me to stay put. “Are you okay?” I ask. Maybe I did it wrong.

His nose is scrunched, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Uh huh.” But his entire face is red, and his breaths are short, sharp.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Nope,” he rushes out, then slowly removes his hands from my thighs, his breaths staggered.

I laugh at how hard he’s trying to keep it together.

“Don’t do that,” he says.

“Do what?”

“Laugh. You’re, like, clenching around me.”

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“Good.” His throat bobs with his swallow. Then he blows out a heavy breath, his hands finding my breasts. He squeezes once. “So, this is sex, huh? I don’t see what the big deal is,” he quips.

“No,” I say, rising slowly and then taking him entirely again.

“Oh, fuck,” he grinds out, bucking beneath me.

“That’s sex.”

He covers his eyes with his forearm. “Jesus, Ava, I’m not going to last long.”

“It’s okay,” I assure. “You’ll last longer next time.”

He removes his arm, his eyebrow quirked. “You’re going to let me do this again?”

“Uh huh,” I say, lifting and then bearing down on him. “And