Page 40 of Words I Couldn't Say
WHENTANNER CAME HOME THEnext morning, he’d see the evidence of our frenzy. Not that I let it stop me from practically tearing her clothes off—as much as I could with her in my arms. As we headed down the hall to my room, Ava’s lips were glued to mine. Her soft breasts were pressed against my chest, not even the slightest millimeter of space between us. We stopped several times along the way, bumping into walls, knocking photos off-balance, and undressing so that, by the time we reached my room, I was left in only my shorts, already undone thanks to Ava’s attempt to get to the goods. When I tossed her on the bed, I paused to take in the sight of her.
The view damn near blew me away. I closed my eyes and lifted my head to the sky, reverently thanking whatever being, whichever lucky star, that she was there.
My breath caught when I opened my eyes and saw her watching me through hooded eyes.
There she was, clearly matured with soft, womanly curves, yet still so innocent and beautiful like the eighteen-year-old girl I’d first fallen in love with. I blinked, half scared she was a mirage, the figment of my imagination that’d kept me awake through many endless nights. I couldn’t believe she was actually there. I didn’t even try to mask the shameless stare as I tried committing this sight to memory.
Not that I could ever forget it. Ava’s petite body was covered with only a tiny scrap of material I guessed you could call underwear. The rest of her was completely bare for me. I was suddenly eager for the rest of her to be, too.
“Tucker.”
Ava’s sweet whisper snapped me back to reality. Her dark eyebrows were raised, one side of her lips quirked up as she watched me.
“Are you going to stare all night, or do you plan on joining me?”
She didn’t have to ask twice. I discarded my shorts faster than if they’d been on fire and climbed onto the bed with her. Starting at her ankles, I slid my hands up, savoring the feel of her smooth skin under my touch.
“Tucker, I need you to kiss me. To touch me. Please,” she pleaded.
I couldn’t ignore that plea. I rose from my place between her legs and settled in beside her. My fingers fisted her silken hair as my lips reclaimed her mouth. At first, it was a long, drugging kiss, as I hoped to savor every moment, but it wasn’t enough for Ava. She surprised me with a fiery passion, her tongue invading my mouth and tangling with my own. The way she made sweeping, swirling motions with her tongue was a strong reminder of how expertly she used to suck my cock. The memory of her mouth on me was dangerous. It nearly had me ready to come already, and that was the last thing I wanted.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Not this first time with Ava. No amount of jacking off could have ever prepared me—or my dick—for the first time I slid into her. Still, I at least wanted to make it good for her.
It nearly killed me to do it, but somehow, I tore my lips from hers. She whimpered and tried to pull me back in, but I resisted. How, I’d never know.
“I have to have you, Ava. If I’m not inside you soon, I’m going to explode,” I grunted, willing my cock to calm the hell down.
“Not yet,” she said, pushing me up and rolling me onto my back.
“But—” I protested, but she glared at me and shook her head.
“I said not yet. I want to taste you first.”
How could I argue with that?
She straddled my waist and tilted forward, eliciting a shiver from me each time her long hair grazed my skin as she peppered kisses along my jawline, down my chest, and along my torso. My abs tensed when her lips were just above the waistband of my boxers. Her grin let me know she noticed, and it only widened when she peeled my boxers off, allowing my rock-hard cock to spring free. This girl was going to be the death of me.
Oh, what a way to go.
All rational thought scattered as she eyed her next meal and licked her lips in preparation.
Fucking hell. I was torn. If Ava was hungry, who was I to deny her? But at the same time, I was equally as famished and the only thing that could satisfy me was her. It was all I could do not to flip her onto her back and slam into her.
She won.
All thought escaped me when her dainty hand grabbed me and expeditiously worked me over from root to tip. It was mere seconds before pre-cum was glistening on the tip just from her touch alone. It was a sign we needed to speed things up. For Ava, however, it was an invitation.Her head bent and she used her tongue to circle the head, lapping up the evidence of my all-too-soon impending release. When a groan escaped my lips, she widened her jaw and lowered her head, taking all of me into the depths of her throat. She bobbed up and down, alternating between licking and sucking. My hips involuntarily moved with her, creating a perfect rhythm. She tightened her lips while I thrust into her mouth.
I couldn’t have helped the groan that escaped me if I’d tried. She was so good. So perfect. So incrediblymine.
When she added her hand to the mix, I knew I had to stop this. I barely had the willpower to do so, but knowing I was about to give myself to her, lose myself in her for the first time was all I needed to keep me from coming in her mouth. With all the willpower I could muster, I forced my hips not to move, stilling my thrusts.
“Baby, stop. You gotta stop if you want me to last. “
