She’s looking up at me like I’m a god as her tongue flattens and she drags it from tip to base. Jesus. Air hisses through my clenched teeth, my hips vibrating. Fucking hell, I’d endure her defiance every day if this is what I’ll get in return. What I’m seeing now, how I’m feeling, it’s biblical. Her mouth glides smoothly across my taut flesh, her eyes as starving as her mouth. She loves this. Loves rendering me this desperate. She pushes the tip of her tongue into the tip of my dick on a raised brow, like . . . this? Do you like this, Jesse? She’ll never know. I smile at her sass, but then very nearly crumble when she unexpectedly yanks me into her mouth, taking me all the way.

“Oh Jesus, Ava!”

She withdraws, and my hips buck, plunging me back inside deeply. I groan, seeing stars. She’s toyed with me for too long. It’s time to take back the power. “You have a fucking incredible mouth, Ava.” I hold her head firmly, driving in and out. “I’ve wanted to fuck it since I laid eyes on you.”

Her teeth graze my flesh, dragging slowly down the length.

I yell out, not prepared to surrender. “Take it deep.” I thrust forward wickedly, feeling her mouth fighting the invasion. “Relax your jaw,” I order, losing my ability to keep it controlled, thrusting repeatedly, moaning constantly, feeling the telltale tingles engulf my dick, my balls becoming heavy, my heart racing.

I’m past the point of return. I retreat from her mouth a fraction, giving myself room to hold myself, and start working myself fast. Her eyes close as she licks and laps, a buzz so intense charging up my cock. “In your mouth, Ava,” I bark, and she moves fast, encasing me.

I come hard, feeling her swallowing around me, and I look up at the ceiling on a gruff yell, my hips rolling, as I ride the waves of my orgasm, weak with pleasure. I feel crippled by the intensity, my legs numb. I drop my head and take her under her arms, lifting her to me, taking her mouth, tasting my salty essence. “You’re amazing,” I whisper. “I’m keeping you forever.”

“That’s nice to know.”

“Don’t try and pull a hurt with me, lady. You left me high and dry this morning.” I roll my forehead across hers as she strokes my bare chest.

“I apologize,” she murmurs, dotting kisses around my nipple. I sigh and let my heart return to a safe beat. Or as safe as it’ll ever be when I’m around this woman.

“You have lace on. I love you in lace.” I love you, period. So fucking much.

I pick her up and feel her legs circle my hips, her arms around my shoulders, and I collect our things and walk us out of the lift.