gasps.
“Oh God.”
Within seconds, I send her straight over the edge. She’s coming, her inner walls milking me, squeezing in this rhythmic motion that wrings my orgasm right out of me. I groan her name, my entire body shuddering and when it’s all over, we collapse, lying side by side, in a heap of sticky, sweaty limbs all tangled up in each other.
“Dang,” she whispers once she’s caught her breath.
I laugh. “I made you say wow once. Now it’s dang?”
“Mmm, yes.” She squirms against me, her hands sinking into my hair as she cracks open her eyes and smiles. “That was amazing.”
“Hold that thought,” I tell her, thrusting my finger in her face before I climb out of bed and run into her bathroom, disposing the condom in the trash—wrapped it in toilet paper first, so hopefully, no one finds it—before I dash back into her bedroom and practically fly onto the bed. “What made it so amazing?”
Yes, I want a play by play on the action from her point of view. I can’t help it.
She’s laughing as she stretches, her naked body rubbing against mine and making me realize I could be down for a round two if she’s up for it. “I have no idea what you were thinking, but being on top was just as good as I imagined. It was like I had complete control over the situation and I felt so—full of you.”
Ava ducks her head against my chest, hiding her face. I skim my hand over her back, drawing lazy circles on her bare skin.
“Sometimes, you’re shy and other times, you act like this.” I streak my fingers across her flat belly when she rolls over on her back. “I like it.”
“You like me like this?” She smiles up at me.
“Naked after we just fucked? Hell yes, I do.” I lean down and drop a kiss on her lips. Rest my hand on her tit. Give it a squeeze. Toy with her nipple.
“Do you always have to be so crude?” she asks, her voice soft.
“Want me to call it making love?” I raise my brows.
She makes a face. “Ew, no. I prefer to say we’re having sex.”
“And I prefer to say we fucked.” I drift my fingers back and forth across her stomach, like I’m trying to put her in a trance. From the dreamy way she’s looking at me, I think it’s working. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you, Ava.”
“And how do you feel about me?”
I dip my head, my mouth hovering above hers. “I’m in love with you.” I kiss her. “I love you.” Another kiss. “I want to fuck you again.”
“Really?” She sounds so hopeful.
“Really about me loving you? Or about us fucking again?” My hand goes lower. Touches her between her thighs. She’s wet and sticky. Her thighs part. A sigh falls from her lips.
“Both. I just—” She hesitates for only a moment. “I thought I lost you, and I was so devastated. I still can’t believe that you’re here. In my room. Right now.”
“I’m here. It’s real. This is happening.” I remove my hand from her pussy and set my fingers on her lips. “Taste.”
Ava sucks my fingers between her lips, and I can’t help but groan. This girl is so fucking sexy, I just can’t. Always eager to do whatever I want, whenever I want her.
I am the luckiest motherfucker I know.
After I went to my car and grabbed a couple more condoms, we did it one more time and then Ava said we had to get ready to leave. It was close to four and we needed to make it to the tailgate party on time. I took a quick shower and tried to get her to come in it with me, but she refused. Then she took a quick shower, straightened her hair in less than five minutes and we put back on our game night clothes.
“That T-shirt should be outlawed,” I tell her as I shake my head. Her stomach on full display for all the Bulldogs' fans to see? No thanks.
She laughs. “You sound like my dad.”
I scowl at her. There’s no reply for that. Sounding like her dad isn’t high on my list of things I want, that’s for damn sure.
“I’m bringing a sweatshirt.” She holds it up. Looks like a navy blue Badgers one, blech. “I’ll be covered up once the sun goes down.”
“Thank God,” I mutter, as we both start walking down the stairs.
She goes through this elaborate ritual of