Page 155 of Going Viral for Christmas
Her expression is still hesitant, but she moves on top of me. I help ease her onto it. The curved tip of the toy slides between her pussy lips while the thick base presses right into her clit, both angled to catch her in all the right ways.
Andmy cock—fuck—it slides between her ass cheeks, snug and hot and perfectly cradled in the slick heat of her body.
She lets out a broken moan the second her hips settle.
I groan beneath her, hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “Jesus, Bells.”
Ava grinds forward, testing the movement, and my dick pulses with every pass. Her body trembles with the pressure from the toy, tightening from the buzz of it.
From this angle, I geteverything—full frontal, flushed skin, her nipples pebbled under my palms, every little reaction in her face as she rides the curve of her own craving.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I rasp, thumbing her nipples.
Ava whimpers, rolling her hips again. My restraint issnapping.
“Ride it for me,” I growl. “Grind on it like you would when I’m not here. Fall apart for me.”
She obeys and grinds harder. My hands palm her breasts with a mix of reverence and filth, fingers pinching her nipples until they’re tight peaks begging for more. She’s panting now, her rhythm faltering as her body starts to shake.
“You gonna come for me, Bells?” I’m desperate to hear her scream. “Fuck it, baby. Show me how you like it—loud and messy. Soak that toy, make it so wet, it begs for mercy.”
Ava nods, helpless. Lost. Her fingers dig into my skin as if I’m the only thing tying her down to this plane of existence.
“Let me see what you look like when you break, baby.”
And then she does—loud and raw and blindingly beautiful. A scream tears from her throat as her whole body goes rigid. She shakes through it, hips jerking, riding the storm out.
Before Ava finishes coming, I lift her, remove the toy, and lower her onto my aching cock while she’s still convulsing, sinking into her pussy in one desperate, claiming thrust. There’s no way I’m not feeling that for myself. But the moment I slide in, I’m instantly sucked into the center of a supernova. Hot. Tight. Drenched in her.
Breathless, she gasps, leans forward and presses her forehead to mine as her lips tremble. “You’re my downfall,” she whispers, voice cracked, vulnerable.
“You fucking love it.” I grip her hips, pulse throbbing, breath ragged as I bury myself deeper.
“I do,” she breathes.
“Good,” I growl, barely holding on. “Because I’m not stopping until I come so hard you taste it tomorrow.”
Ava hits another peak, writhing and gasping, her climax crashing over her. I hold her through the aftershocks as her walls pulse around me,fluttering from her orgasm.
“Fuck, Ava,” I grit out, voice shredded, gripping her ass as I guide her rhythm.
She continues to ride me, still trembling, still twitching, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“You feel so goddamn good, baby.”
Ava moans incoherent words, collapses forward, her forehead hitting my chest. Our breaths tangling in the steam. I thrust up once, twice, water splashes—and then I fucking lose it, roaring her name as I come, hips jerking, burying myself deep and emptying every last ounce of need into her.
Ava and I shatter together, wet and messy. And in the silence that follows, the only thing I can hear is the sound of our hearts, still racing. Still secured.
“You know,” I say, running a hand over the curve of her ass. “That was a pretty strong argument for metaphorical intimacy.”
Twenty-Seven
AVA
Two days later, we’re not tearing through each other. We’re just… being. Normal people, not horny disasters.
The fire pops in the hearth, casting an amber glow over the dining room. It’s silent except for the occasional clink of puzzle pieces and the rustle of Soren flipping through the edge pile with extreme dramatic concentration.
