“Oh God, God, God!”

My greedy tongue dives into her, licking and lapping every inch I can reach, kissing her, sucking, making love to her with my mouth. I force my hand onto her hip, fighting to hold her still, her arse constantly leaving the mattress as she squirms. Lord, help me, I’m lost.

I send her wild, as well as myself, exploring her flesh like it’s a new and wondrous thing. It kind of is. I’ve never paid much attention to pleasing a woman. Never cared much for leaving a lasting impression. I’m usually laced with alcohol, my mind foggy. With Ava, though, I get so much joy from hearing and seeing her desire. And for that, I need to be totally with it. Even if, technically, I’m far from with it. She fogs my mind in other ways. Distorts everything.

She’s out of control under my ravenous tongue, throbbing violently. I can feel her release on the tip of my tongue, and it tastes out of this fucking world. I wince when she fists my hair, and she bellows to the ceiling, my hands now unable to hold her down, and I lock my lips around her and suck hard, easing off as I feel her body begin to soften. She’s sweating and heaving. Seeing her like this, so crazed as she orgasms, so out of control, hits me hard in my cock. I could come right now.

I hum, licking her gently. “I can feel you throbbing against my tongue, baby.” I nibble and kiss my way from her inner thighs to her mouth and spread her release across her lips, gazing at her in amazement, my dick like steel. She must see it in my eyes. The adoration. The conflict. She curls herself around me on a long exhale and holds me close, accepting my heavy weight upon her.

“You make me so crazy mad, lady,” I whisper, flexing my hips and driving deep. I choke on the pleasure, my heart twisting, words falling from my mouth. “Please don’t do that again.” I lift her leg over my shoulder, wedging my fists into the mattress and raising my upper body, needing to see all of her.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, but I can tell she really doesn’t know what she’s apologizing for. And, really, neither do I. The dress? The drink? For not hearing me when I tell her I love her? Who the fuck knows?

“Ava, everything I do, I do to keep you safe and to keep my sanity.” The words are coming, instinct guiding me. “Please listen to me.” I withdraw and sink carefully into her, and we both lose our breath.

“I will.”