Page 54 of My Never
“Fuck, precious, we’re going to do this one together.”
She nods, inhaling a shuddery breath as her inner walls begin to grab at me as I piston hard into her. Her cries are my kryptonite.
“Fuck, Firecracker!” I shout as my release rockets through the base of my spine, spurting into her violently. I slow, holding her hips tight in place as every last bit of my soul combines with hers. I’ll never be the same. And fuck if that doesn’t scare me.
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Ava
My heart pounds in my chest. I have never experienced anything like that in all my adult years. That release was so consuming and satisfying, tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I catch my breath as Mark lays his forehead against my chest, trying to catch his own. He presses a kiss to my racing heart and pulls out slowly, the evidence of our coupling dripping from me. He sits back on his heels, and a masculine rumble leaves his throat at the sight.
“That’s even hotter than I imagined,” he mutters, winking at me as he climbs off the bed and walks into my bathroom. I hear him opening a cupboard door and the water running. He returns with a washcloth, and I frown at him in confusion.
“Open.”
“I beg your finest pardon!? I’ll go take care of it.”
He chuckles at my shyness.
“I helped make the mess, so you can bet I’ll help clean up. Let me take care of you.”
I blush and lay back as he kisses my knee and pulls my legs apart. It’s warm and soothing, but it’s way out of my comfort zone.
“Such a pretty mess…” Mark groans, and I blush. “Hey, none of that shy shit with me.”
“I’m just not used to it.”
“Well, get used to it.”
“I’m used to just going pee and taking care of business myself.”
“I know you’re capable. That’s not the point.”
I cock my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue. Reaching forward, he chuckles again as he uses his pointer finger to smooth my brows.
“The point is you shouldn’t have to do it all alone. The point is me showing you how much it means to me that you trusted me enough to let me inside of your body. It wasn’t just sex for me. You mean more to me than just sex.”
Now that explanation is…wow. I swallow hard, not sure what to say.
“Your reaction also tells me a lot about the quality of men you chose in the past. I’m sorry they took you for granted. I’m not going to.”
“Who are you?” I ask, with a mystified snicker, trying to lighten the subject. I don’t like talking about my past. I stand up and walk toward the bathroom to pee and clean up the rest of the way, but he grabs my wrist gently. I turn my face to him, hoping he can’t see all the emotions tumbling through my brain.
“A man who never expected to be as crazy about you as I am, but here we are.”
He steps closer, crowding my space, but his words have left me immobile. Tipping up my chin, he caresses his lips across mine so tenderly it makes my soul ache.
“I can see you need a minute. I’m going to go order a pepperoni pizza.”
He goes to grab his boxers off the floor, and I use the moment to escape into the bathroom. As I sit there, my mind bounces in what feels like a hundred directions.How do I really feel about this? Is he really serious about me? Some of those feelings he shared were some pretty big feelings. Is this moving too quickly? I mean, it’s not like we just met or anything, butdamn… Am I just used to men that were only more than happy to do the bare minimum? Are we both actually ready to turn this into something more than a fling? Was it ever really just a fling?
I sit there for a few more minutes reflecting on my thoughts before putting myself back together in the mirror. While washing my hands, I tell myself that I am not going to self-sabotage this moment. He is pulling out all the stops to show me that he really cares about me, and I had to go have a mini freak out because the man was good to me. That was freaking phenomenal out there, and I ruined what should have been a blissful ending to… hell, I have no words for it. I need to make this right.
I leave the bathroom and smile when I see his shirt laid out for me on the comforter. I slip it on and walk out to my living room. He’s in the kitchen, bare chested in a pair of grey joggers. He’s reaching into a drawer for spoons to go with the chocolate marshmallow ice cream.Aww, he even remembered your favorite ice cream. Fix this!
“I’m sorry for my mini freak out.”
He looks up at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes as his fingers press the silverware drawer closed.
