Page 59 of Words I Couldn't Say
I gripped her hips, lifting her so she was straddling my neck. “Hands on the headboard,” I ordered, and she complied without hesitation. I grinned up at her. “Now, all you gotta do it sit on my face.”
She squirmed, but all it took was one long stroke of my tongue for her to relax. Hell, that was nearly enough for me to come in my boxers.
Soft moans and sighs filled the silence as I took my time getting my fill of her. It wasn’t long before Ava became an active participant, no longer just sitting on my face, but riding the fuck out of it.
As much as I wanted to sink my fingers into her warmth, I used my hands to grip her ass, guiding her movements as she became wild, wanton, frenzied each time I nibbled on her sensitive clit.
“Oh my god. Tucker,” she panted, taking a hand off the headboard and sinking it into my hair. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I’d have told her there’s no way in hell that’d ever happen, but my mouth was full.
Instead, I answered with my actions. I licked. I sucked. I fucking devoured Ava until she was writhing with pleasure, the evidence of her arousal dripping down my chin.
One final bite on her clit was all it took to send her barreling over the orgasmic edge into complete, contented bliss.
She flopped onto the bed beside me. “God, Tucker. That was… It was unbelievable.”
I rolled to my side and propped myself up on one arm, using my free hand to caress her puckered nipples. “Any time you need a face bang, baby, all you hafta do is take a seat. You don’t even have to knock,” I teased. “I’m your guy.”
She giggled and shoved my shoulder before leaning in to kiss me. “You’ll always be my guy.”
God, I could only pray that she meant it.
Hours and several orgasms later, Ava was resting her head on my chest. We’d eventually made our way to the shower then back to bed, where a different type of banging had commenced. It was a cliché, but sex with Ava got more incredible every single time I sank into her. We were learning each other’s bodies and our own, and doing it together was amazing. I could explore every inch of her skin for hours and still never get enough. I loved that I’d waited for her. I loved it even more that she’d waited for me. It was proof positive that we were meant to be together. That our souls were bound, just like our hearts, and neither time nor distance would ever have a fighting chance to break our bond. She was the missing piece to my puzzle, and every time I nestled inside her, I was whole. There was no denying she had been made for me and I for her.
“Tucker?” she asked, her soft voice breaking through the darkness of my room.
“Yeah, babe?”
Her fingers toyed with a small tuft of my chest hair, her delicate nails tickling my skin. “Did you choose Leo on purpose?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…because he’s married? You didn’t have to worry about any competition?”
I sat up and brought her with me, repositioning her until we were facing each other. Thankful Jeremy always loved giving away As Seen on TV gag gifts, I clapped twice and the room illuminated with light. She wasn’t looking at me. Her lower lip was sucked between her teeth, giving her apprehension away. I reached into her lap and grabbed her hands.
“No.”
Her gazed lifted to mine, her eyes round and wide. “No?”
I smiled softly. “He was Jonathan’s idea and I had no reason to deny him. Plus, I don’t exactly keep up with pop culture. I didn’t know he was even married when he was cast.”
She hesitated, not seeming sold on my denial even if it was true. “You wouldn’t have to worry. I just want you to know that. He could be this generation’s George Clooney and you wouldn’t have to worry.”
“Not even Clooney?” I teased.
“No, Tucker.” She inhaled a sharp breath. “The thing is… I don’t want anyone else. I know you want this to be fun and not serious, but the truth is—”
Before she could finish that sentence, I beat her to the punch. “I’m still in love with you.”
Instead of crying, throwing her arms around my neck, and kissing me senseless, Ava hauled her arm back and then gave me a hard punch right in the shoulder. Just as I was about to protest, tears sprang in her eyes, and then she threw her arms around my neck, peppering my face with tiny kisses until her lips were on mine.
“That’s what I was going to say, asshole!” she said between kisses. “You totally stole my thunder.”
As much as Ava apparently wanted to say the words, I desperately wanted to hear them. That was pretty much the only thing that had me withdrawing from her sweet, delectable lips. “Then by all means, baby. Roll that thunder.”
She sat up in bed and crossed her legs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I scooched back until I was resting against the headboard and waited for her to say what she needed to.
