“Where to start?” I ask thoughtfully, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip. “Here?” I slide the tip into her mouth, smiling when I feel her tongue circle the end. She’s doing anything she can to break me. I move my touch to her cheek and then lazily down her throat onto her chest. “Or here?” I ask, cupping her breast, looking to her for a reaction, tracing the edges of her nipple. Her gasp nearly has my dick breaking free from my trousers. “These are mine,” I tell her, moving to her flat stomach, circling a few times, before continuing down to her thigh. I tease her for a few moments, softly stroking her, feeling the warmth of her pussy. Soon, Ward. You’ll be back there again soon. I find her arse. “Or here?” I ask, and she stiffens. What will she say? Will she let me? “Every single inch, Ava.” Every. Single. Inch. I return my hand to her front, smiling when she relaxes. “I think I’ll start here.”

Her rush of relieved breath is short-lived. I take her face, getting close. “But I did mean every inch,” I assure her, preparing her, getting her used to the idea. She’s never had it before. And I want to claim that part of her. Every part of her. I’m going to leave my mark everywhere, making it impossible for her to forget. Consume her. Make it impossible to leave me.

I wedge a hand on the counter to hold me up, the very thought making me unsteady. My dick in her arse. That’s a sure-fire way of ensuring she never forgets me.

I rest a finger in the snug warmth of her pussy and drag it up, and she folds, her forehead meeting my shoulder. “You’re drenched,” I rasp, pushing my finger inside her and clenching my eyes closed. Fuck, her condition makes every attempt to push me away laughable. “You want me.” I withdraw, circling, spreading her pleasure, before diving deep again. She cries into me. “Tell me you want me, Ava.”

She’s spent already. It’s fulfilling and worrying. She’s got a long night ahead of her.

“I want you,” she cries, and I moan my happiness.

“Tell me you need me,” I demand.

“I need you.”

I look to the ceiling in gratitude. And I need you, baby. Fuck the whys and wherefores. It is what it is, and I’m happy with that. “You’ll always need me, Ava. I’m going to make sure of it.” Any way I can. “Now let’s see if we can fuck some sense into you.”

I remove my fingers from inside her and drag her off the counter, turning her around and positioning her hands on the edge.

“I want to see you.”

I ignore her and start getting her to where I want her, crowding her from behind. “Shut up and soak up the pleasure,” I whisper, grinding into her, reaching forward and taking her wrists. “No talking unless I tell you. You got that?”