Page 19 of Along Came Amor
He licked and sucked at her, using his lips and tongue in just the right rhythm. How could it be that they’d just met, and he could make her feel this good? Maybe it wasbecausethey’d just met. There was no baggage between them, no reason to worry about what he thought of her.
All Ava knew was that he was attracted to her, and right now, that was more than enough. To feel desired, to feel wanted and cherished... that in and of itself was a gift.
And then he teased her entrance with the tip of his index finger, dipping and sliding as he swirled that agile tongue against her clit.
It wasperfect.
Despite her climax in the pool, she came apart in his arms all over again. The orgasm was bright and hot, exploding within her like a supernova, and she couldn’t hold back the cry of pleasure, or the way her legs trembled. And damn it, she didn’t want to hold back. Not tonight, not anymore.
So she let him see her reaction, let him hear the way he made her feel. And from the look in his eyes as he tongued her, he ate it up, just as he did her pussy.
When she was panting and boneless on the bed, Roman pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “Be right back.”
“Okay,” she replied, her voice barely a croak. Her mind was blissfully blank.
He returned a moment later holding a condom. “You haven’t talked yourself out of this yet, have you?”
Ava shook her head and reached for him. “I want this. No strings, no feelings, just... this. You. Tonight.”
“I can do that.” He peeled his damp underwear off and climbed back onto the bed.
She bit back a whimper at the sight of his cock jutting out, straight and hard.
“Talk to me, Ava,” he whispered, his voice gravelly. “Tell me what you want.”
For once, there was no hesitation in her breathy response. “Can I touch you?”
“Of course.”
At his husky assent, she curled her fingers around his girth and made a noise low in her throat. “God, you’re thick.”
He let out a chuckle that turned into a moan as she stroked him, her fingertips skimming over the head and the droplet that beaded there. As she learned his shape, she tried not to think about the fact that Roman’s cock was only the second one she’d touched in her whole life.
“Ava.” With a ragged groan, he withdrew himself from her grip. “Enough teasing, querida.”
Because she knew he was about to ask, she blurted out, “Kiss me.”
She didn’t imagine the flash of pleasure in his eyes as he brought his mouth to hers. He was glad she’d told him what she wanted. She kissed him back hungrily, eager to dispel all thoughts of the past. With Roman, every touch was different, every feeling was new, and all the more thrilling because of it. Heat flared as he trailed kisses down her neck and chest. Her back arched as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, and she moaned when he slid two fingers into her and pumped.
“Are you ready for me?” His words were muffled against her breasts.
“So ready,” she said on a gasp.
He swirled his wet fingers over her clit one last time, making her shiver. Then he rolled a condom on and hooked his arms under her knees, lining up his cock at her entrance. The head nudged her and she squirmed.
“Now, Roman,” she said, panting. “Please,now.”
“Yes,now,” he agreed. With his dark eyebrows drawn together in intense concentration, he pressed forward into her.
Ava groaned at the delicious fullness. It had been so long since she’d felt this. Yes, the sensation of being stuffed, but also since she’d felt desired like this, since she’d wanted someone like this. This wasnot her husbandfucking her, and while she half-expected the thought to make her clam up, it had the opposite effect. The awareness that Roman, a man she barely knew, had his dick inside her, shot a searing bolt of excitement through her.
For the first time ever, she understood why people hooked up with strangers from bars. This washot.
And then he began to move.
She whimpered when he withdrew, and her eyes rolled back as he surged forward again. She gave herself over to it, trusting him with her pleasure.
At first, Roman kept the pace slow and steady, as if sensing she needed time to adjust. Sensations overwhelmed her—the slide of his wet hair through her fingers, the delicious weight of his body, the drag of their chests pressing together, damp with saltwater and a light sheen of sweat.
