wrong, she was kissing him.
Not a soft and gentle, “ Hello, I missed
you kiss ” but a passionate, “ take me
right here on the patio” type of kiss.
Their mouths meshed and tongues clashed. As much as he wished he didn’t
have to, he broke their kiss. He couldn’t take advantage of her this way. With
his breathing heavy he asked, “Are you okay?”
Far from being deterred, Ava started placing kisses on his chin and down
his neck. His whole body shuddered, “Ava … you have to stop …” He couldn’t hold
out much longer, her mouth was making him crazy. “I do not understand the
change of heart.” She had caught his earlobe between her sharp teeth and was
alternating between nibbling on it and sucking. Her hands had been busy, moving
down his stomach and into his shorts. His eyes crossed and he was quickly
teetering into losing control.
“It’s okay Knadyn.” Her hands found him hard and more than ready. Looking
into her eyes he saw desire and something else shining in their bright hazel
depths, “I know you are trying to be honorable. We can talk it all out …
later.” She gave his shaft a hard squeeze and he gave up the fight.
“Later.” He agreed and fused his mouth to hers once again. One hand in
her hair to feel the silky strands, the other against her back he pressed into
her, trying to get her to step back. Instead, she just leaned into him and he
felt her nipples rubbing hard against his bare chest. He needed to get them
somewhere more comfortable … but where? They could try the hammock, but he
pictured them flying off and landing on the hard patio. He didn’t want this to
end with broken limbs. How about the beach? No. It always seemed romantic until
you were cleaning sand out of every orifice. How about a chair? Yeah,
Knadyn…that’s really romantic for your first time with the woman you want to
spend your life with, he chided himself.
Well, that left his original plan to get to a bed. Releasing his hold on
her hair, he moved both hands to her butt and lifted her against him. Problem
solved. Taking a step, he realized this might not have been the best plan. Ava
had wrapped her legs around his hips. Her dress was bunched around her hips and
he groaned loudly…she wasn’t wearing underwear. His shorts were no barrier
since they were unfastened and halfway pushed off. With every step, he was
rubbing against the perfect wet vee between her legs. He might embarrass
himself if he didn’t hurry. Kissing her almost savagely now, he rushed toward
their dome.
Even though it was only seconds, it seemed to take forever to get there.
Reaching out frantically he opened the door. Turning with Ava still in his
arms, he bounced her against the wall and hit the door lock at the same time.
Recovering his footing, he stumbled toward the hall. Would she want him to invade
her personal space or should he use his bedroom?
Sensing his hesitation she broke their frantic kissing, “My bedroom.
Hurry.” Then digging both hands into his hair, she resumed her passionate
attack on his mouth. Her hips moving against him.
He hurried. Making it to the bed, he wanted to laugh with relief. They
had at least made it this far. He sat her on the edge of the mattress, but she
kept her legs around his hips. Pulling his mouth from hers he gasped, “I want
to make this perfect…” he leaned back and taking the edge of her dress went to
pull it over her head.
“It will be perfect when you are inside me.” She wrenched her dress over
her head and dug her nails into his back. “I want you too badly to go slow.”
Urging him over her with her legs pulling at his back she begged, “Now Knadyn.
We can do it slow next time.”
Pushing his shorts off his hips and letting them fall to the ground, he
gave in to Ava’s plea. They would go slow next time. With his knee on the
mattress between her legs, he helped her scoot back on the bed. Getting a quick
look at the wet curls between her legs, he paused. That was a
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