Page 41 of Words I Couldn't Say
I nearly came when she looked up at me with wide, rounded, disappointed eyes. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, deliberately retreating until she released me from her mouth. I rose, and she got the hint, quickly lying back under me.
Desire flashed in her eyes, and I paused to drink in the image of the love of my life sprawled out and beautiful beneath me. I trailed a path from her collarbone, over both breasts, and down with one finger until it slipped between her legs to see if she was ready for me. My girl didn’t disappoint.
Ava was drenched, wet for me, and it awoke some primal instinct I had to take her right then and there until I was spilling into her. I also knew, if I did that, I’d be coming in practically five seconds. That was the absolute last thing I wanted to happen now that I had Ava in my bed.
Nice and slow, Manning. Nice and slow.
Nice and slow went out the window moments later when she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hips. I was nearly undone when the tip of my cock nudged against her entrance and she guided me straight to her core. With a restraint I hadn’t know I possessed, I held back, just allowing the tip to gracefully slip inside her, eliciting a moan I couldn’t have held back if I’d tried. She felt incredible. Shewasincredible. As her warmth enveloped me, I sank deep into her depths, moving as slowly as possible so I didn’t combust before this even truly began.
It wasn’t easy, but when I was seated fully inside her, I took her hands, entwining our fingers and holding them above her head as my gaze found hers. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and I knew, I fucking knew she felt it. She felt me. She felt my heart.
In that moment, with no words spoken, we said everything that mattered.
With our bodies joined and our eyes locked, I made love to the woman of my dreams for the first time in my life. Tears sprang to her eyes as I took my time discovering all that was Ava. Memorizing every single inch. Burning every moment of this ecstasy into my brain. She’d never been more beautiful than she was at that moment. Her hair fanned along my pillow, her sweet lips parted, the small hitch of her breath every time I drove into her. The pink tinting her cheeks, the racing of her heart, and the incredible way she clenched around me so tightly I swore it was evident her pussy had been made solely for me. And it was claiming me, just as I was claiming her.
As I gained momentum, her desperate whimpers gave way to desperate moans. Slowly, sweetly, and without abandon, I poured every ounce of what I felt for her into the act. Five years of longing. Five years of praying. Wishing, hoping like hell that she’d come back into my life.
And, after tormenting years full of loneliness, she had.
This had been worth waiting for.
Ava had been worth waiting for, and I was going to do everything in my power to show her that what we had, what we’d always had, deserved a second chance.
I only hoped the fear in the back of my mind would finally recede once and for all.
