Page 137 of Going Viral for Christmas
“Ava…” Her breathing quickens as I run my fingers over the soft tops of her breasts. Reaching the straps of her bra, I slip them off her shoulders. “You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, unhooking the back with practiced ease.
The fabric falls away, baring her to me, and every ounce of clever confidence I thought I had evaporates.
Tight little nipples. Glowing skin. Fuck, she’s stunning. And right now…she’s all mine.
I stare, awestruck, useless, my throat working around words that won’t come. My hands hover as though I’ve forgotten how to touch.
Huffing out a breath, I laugh a little. “Now I’mthe awkward one.”
She chuckles, moving her hands to my shoulders just as I duck my head to take her nipple into my mouth gently, giving her every chance to stop me.
Thank fuck, she doesn’t.
I suck on one, then the other, swirling my tongue, teasing, giving each equal playing time while Ava grinds over my raging hard cock. Her fingers knot in my hair as she makes a sound that might be a gasp, or might be my name. Might be both.
“Breathe for me.” If this is all we do tonight, if this is as far as it goes, I’ll still count it as the best night of my life because this is herletting me in.
But I’m far from being done. Not if she wants more.
Slowly kissing up the slope of her breast, to the curve of her neck where her pulse flutters against my lips, one hand holds us together while the other trails down her side. Over her ribs. Her waist. Hips. When I reach the edge of her leggings, I pause, letting my fingers rest there, testing the waters.
Ava lifts her hips. Barely. The motion tells me everything.
My fingers tease the skin at her waistband—so slowly—until the heat of her seeps into my skin.
She shifts again, grinding harder this time. My fingers dip inside her leggings and move down to her entrance. She’ssoakingwet.
Ava whimpers. “Oh God.”
Pressing my lips against her throat, I murmur, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t,” she answers immediately.
Obeying her wishes, I press gently against her clit, coaxing more of those helpless, breathtaking sounds from her throat.
Jesus, I want to fuck her. Of course I do. That’s not happening tonight, though. This isn’t about me. Tonight, I’m going to peel Ava open with my hands. My mouth. My patience. Layer by layer. I’ll give her everything she doesn’t ask for—security, and bright fucking stars behind her eyelids when she breaks apart on my fingers. Or my tongue. We’ll see how far she lets me go.
Ava moans, “Soren, please.”
I give in to the only urge that matters. My fingers pinch the tiny nub.Her entire body arches on top of me. She’s gasping now, needy and gripping me tight. I’ve never wanted to make someone come this badly in my life.
I work her clit easily. It’s swollen and begging for attention. The tip of my finger circles it lightly, pressing a little harder as her legs tremble.
“There?” I whisper, kissing her jaw.
She nods frantically, a red flush creeping all the way down to her neck to her chest as I toy with her entrance, coating my fingers in everything she’s giving me before pushing one finger in, then two, and she squeezes so tight around me it’s like her body’s trying to keep me.
Jesus, she’s wet.
Ava’s fucking strangling my fingers, and all I can think about is how it’s going to feel splitting her open on my cock.
“Soren, that feels–” Ava moans into my mouth.
I don’t let her finish. My lips crash to hers, blocking the rest of that sentence with one deep and all-consuming kiss.
She’s so hot, so fuckingperfect. Curling my fingers, I learn the rhythm of her hips, the way her breath hitches when I get it right. Ava’s close. Her body speaks to me. It’s in the way her thighs shake, the desperate little gasps she lets out with every stroke. I drive into her, two fingers buried to the hilt, stretching her until she’s whimpering.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Pressing my forehead to hers, I pump my fingers in and out while my thumb works her clit. “Let go, Ava. I’ve got you.”
