Falling For Ava (British Billionaires 2)
Page 14“You want more of me?”
“Without a doubt,” I said succinctly. “I want more.”
Reaching to get a hold of my hand, she brought my fingers to her lips, staring up at me with a deadpan expression. “Have you ever thought of my lips? Have you wondered how they would feel against yours? How they would taste on your tongue?”
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
“Yes, yes, and yes.”
“Perfect.” Her eyes glinted as she used her hand to trail my fingers against the smoothness of her cheek before she brought it to her neck. “Do you like the feel of my skin?”
She felt glorious.
“Everything about you …” I had a rough time getting my words out since my cock had stirred to its bloody full potential. “I think you’re perfection, Ava.”
“You’re too sweet, Reiss. That’s what I like about you.”
I wasn’t necessarily sweet, but with her, it was effortless. I couldn’t help it. She was the loveliest thing I had ever seen.
“Do you like these breasts? Do they make you hot and hard?”
Christ Almighty. What the utter fuck?
“They’re pure excellence, Ava.” These lovely globes had tormented me since this afternoon; I hadn’t thought of much since.
“And what about this?” She brought my fingers towards her flat, toned stomach. “Do you like this? Her brow arched before she bit into her lip as she motioned my hand farther south, reaching into her heated crevice. “Or do you prefer this better?”
“Ava—” I was in agony. I hadn’t been this hard since I had first figured out masturbation.
“Is there something wrong, Reiss?” She portrayed beautiful, feigned innocence, as if she wasn’t the cause of my miserable disposition.
“You know bloody well what you’re doing to me,” I hissed out the words as though my life depended on them. “My cock’s been a raging inferno ever since you let me touch your sweet pussy.” Anguished, I let my thumb rub along the spot that was barely covered by polyester fabric.
When I heard her moan my name, I ground my thumb farther into her, hoping she’d let me see her fully naked instead of like the last time when she still had her clothes on.
Dear Lord, I was dying. I felt like my emotions were an unbelievable compound of lust, need, want, and all these unfulfilled desires to the point that I was bound to combust at any second.
“A little.” I hoped to God she wasn’t toying with me. Because, if she was, I wasn’t sure where to go from here. Perhaps, I could die from Blue Balls Syndrome. Yeah, that was highly likely.
She made a purring sound when my hips thrust harder into her hand, needing more, so much more, of her.
“Touch me,” I begged, uncaring if I sounded desperate anymore.
One of her wicked, teasing looks appeared, bound to make me suffer further. “Not yet …”
Not yet? Bloody hell.
Desperately needing to communicate the urgency of my condition, I managed to shift the power to me as I steered us against the pillar that was situated in the middle of the room. “You like to tease? Well, let me return the favor, princess.” Just as I finished stating the last word, I didn’t hesitate to assault her luscious lips, kissing her hard, kissing her with all that I had.
Ava tasted like a piece of heaven with a little forbidden on the side. She tasted like ambrosia. Life had a warped way of making one addicted to something so good, so out of this world, that too much consumption of its goodness never failed to put a person in a bind. I knew for a fact that I was hooked, too. Come what may, I’d tackle it just so I could keep having this sweetness on my lips.
The kiss was so consuming my hands didn’t bother to roam anywhere else to cop a feel. Instead, they were cradling her face, never wanting it to end. Her lips battled with the same fervor and enthusiasm as mine. We became suspended from the rest of the world, only feeling us and this one sacred moment we were experiencing.
She broke off the kiss with her eyes closed, panting, undoubtedly just as shaken as I was from the potent power that had occurred.
She hadn’t stopped panting, making her chest heave as it pressed against mine, attaining my undivided attention. Without disconnecting our gaze, my hands sought her breasts, cupping them roughly as I weighed them in my hands, gently squeezing as I challenged her with my eyes. I was waiting for her to tell me to stop, to tell me where my boundaries were, but the only thing that came out of her softly parted lips were soft gasps that told me she wasn’t completely against my forward moves.
Impassioned, I lowered my determined lips before my over-eager tongue snaked out to taste her puckered rosebud nipple.
“Reiss!” she groaned, feeling heady at the sensations my ministrations were producing on her breasts.
As much as I wanted to get to the finish line, I knew I had to take my time in getting her aroused. I needed her in a state of no return so she’d beg me to take her. All of her.
Watching her through lust-filled eyes, I continued my journey of discovering her sensitive areas, kissing my way down to her navel as my hands never parted from her breasts. Once I reached the stretchy band of her nylon shorts, the tip of my nose caressed the area where her womb was located before lowering towards her pussy.
Her legs immediately parted as I buried my nose in her heat and inhaled the scent that soaked her shorts. The potent smell of her pussy provoked the animal in me. She was so wet and ready it drove me a little mad, too maddening perhaps. I became entirely too hasty at lowering her shorts down to her ankles before driving my mouth into her heat without stopping to check if she was okay with it.
With the use of my tongue, I parted her pussy lips, my tongue taking a long sweep of her hot cunt, tasting her sweet essence. Lips, tongue, and fingers all became my instruments to take her to orgasm, rocking her wet core against my mouth, driving her desire as it took her for a wild experience.