Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
“Keep it gentle, Ava,” I warn, forcing her back to steady and slow, deep and firm. “I love your fucking mouth, woman.” My hips start moving, the blood simmering, the throb hard. She bites down lightly. I hiss over a curse, my thighs aching. My heart starts to race in anticipation of my release, my skin burning. It’s coming. It’s coming.
Her mouth becomes more aggressive.
Coming.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I bark, jerking violently, withdrawing from her mouth and circling myself. I start to thrust as Ava pants beneath me, her wild, excited eyes watching me pleasure myself. Sweat drips down my temples, my forehead, forcing me to sweep it away. Ava whimpers. Bites her lips. Licks them. It’s my ruin. I position myself just right, thrust her tank up, yank the cups of her bra down, and rest my throbbing dick between her tits. I come like a freight train. “Jesus,” I spit, watching my cock spurt cum all over her chest, both of us panting violently. My sensitive dick screams its protest when I rub it across Ava’s chest, spreading myself far and wide.
“Wherever, whenever, baby.” I fall to my elbows and catch her mouth, kissing her with purpose and conviction, as my dick throbs. “Fucking perfect.”
She hums, accepting, embracing, and completely unbothered by the animal in me. I think I’ve proved my point. For now. I’ve no doubt I’ll need to prove it again at some point.
“Come here.” Getting us up off the floor, I tuck myself away and sort Ava out, putting her back at the table to finish her dinner.
“I didn’t throw up,” she muses, sounding impressed.
“Well done.”
“Why didn’t you come in my mouth?”
Easy. Because I wanted to come all over her tits and rub it in with my cock. “Might poison the babies,” I say, smiling as I fasten my fly and take my seat.
“What?” She laughs, and then melts in her chair when I tell her I’m joking with a cheeky wink.
“Eat your dinner, lady.”
“What are we doing tomorrow?” she asks.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m bingeing.”
“You’re keeping me locked up in Paradise all weekend?”
One hundred percent, yes. “I wasn’t going to, but locks can be arranged.” I try the peppers, apprehensive. Thank God, they’re actually all right. So I’ll eat the peppers, leave the lamb.
Ava grins at me, happy, and that is all I need. My wife’s happiness. Her contentment. Her acceptance of our normal.
“God, I love that fucking grin,” I muse. “Show me.”
Turning her face directly to me, she nearly floors me with the power of her smile. “Happy?” she asks.
“Fucking delirious.” A whole weekend of this? It doesn’t get much better. Except an eternity of this. I’m working on it. “You done?” I ask, nodding at her plate.
“Yes, I’m stuffed.” Hands on her belly, she falls back in her chair.
“I’ll clean up.” I stand, clearing the table and getting everything in the dishwasher before wiping the sides down. “What do you want to do?” I ask, setting the cloth on the sink. She’s still in the chair. Still rubbing her belly.
“Well,” she says, pouting, pondering, thinking. “You owe me.”
My grin in instant. “Thought you were stuffed?”
“I am.” She turns on her chair toward me, spreading her thighs a little. Inviting. Temptress. “But you didn’t eat as much as I did, so maybe you can manage a nibble.”
Fuck. I round the counter, pushing her chair back more, giving me space, and drop to my knees before her. Her hands go into my hair, her eyes bursting with desire. “Lift,” I order, taking the sides of her skirt and pushing it up her thighs. Lace greets me, and I lower my face, slipping a finger into the crotch of her knickers and easing them aside. I stare at her pulsing, wet, begging flesh. Flick my eyes up to her. Wince when she gives my hair a severe tug. I smile, push my mouth between her legs, and lick her from back to front.
Her moan echoes around the villa and beyond.
Paradise.
Fucking paradise.
33
I’m going to struggle to leave. I knew it was a risk when I brought Ava away, no matter where I took her. If we were alone, peaceful, just with each other to please, it was always going to be hard. I never anticipated this level of serenity, though. I can leave her in bed in the morning and go for a run with no worries. She can wander around naked without the fear of someone barging in. There are no work commitments, no kicking my heels all day waiting for her to be done. Showers are intimate and often, walks on the shore slow and meandering, Ava’s cooking—thank God—I’ve managed to limit to breakfast. It seems silly to waste the vast options of restaurants in the area. So, yeah, I trump her Jesse Cloud Nine with my very own Ava Cloud Nine.