God, I hated seeing her cry. It played havoc with my emotions. I begrudged the fact that it seemed to be working in her favor once more.
“Ava, please, there’s no need for tears.”
She hid her face, trying to control her sobs. “I caaan’t…” She hiccupped. “I can’t seem to stop crying.”
I pulled her towards me, placing her head against my chest as I stroked her hair. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
I was a bastard. What had I been thinking? She was probably exhausted and stressed out, not to mention that she was in a new house, pregnant, and very hormonal.
“Ava …” I let out a breath, holding her close, feeling as if the world somehow disappeared, and the only thing I could see, feel, and touch was her. Each time she sniffed, I felt like even more of a heel. “I’m sorry for doing this to you. Had I known you’d end up in tears … I’m sorry; I truly am.” I couldn’t even remember when the last time I had said I was sorry to anyone was, but right that instant, I felt compelled to, because her ceaseless cries were tearing something inside me, making me hurt merely by listening to it.
Ava wedged away just enough to look me in the eye, appearing like I had robbed her of her world. “It’s how you feel, and you’re entitled to it. Don’t say sorry if you don’t mean it. It makes the whole thing much worse.”
Her cheeks had splotches of red on them, her button nose was pink from sniffing, her lips were swollen from biting her lip in the attempt to stop the sounds of her sobs, and her eyes were glassy from tears. I swallowed the dryness behind my throat as I stared at her. She looked downright distraught, yet all I could think at this very moment was how innocent and gullible she looked; it was borderline angelic.
This face had haunted me for years without letting up. With one look at her, I seemed to have gotten lost again. She was the woman I had fallen so hard for, vowing I would love her until my last breath. She had been it—the be all, end all for me.
Taking her in, I let my mind and emotions take over, and before I knew it, my hand had snuck behind her nape, pulling her towards me as I situated her so she was straddling me. Then, I sealed my lips with hers, savoring her passion and her declared love for me. I grunted her name, letting myself go as I engaged with her on all levels, readying to climb the peaks with her.
Cupping her silky bottom, I gripped it hard as I slightly parted the perfect globes, needing more intimate access to her sensitive areas. She moaned, giving in without thought as my trouser-covered, hard cock pressed against her wanton cunt. I could feel the heat emanating from it, and my mouth salivated at the thought of its wetness, dripping slowly, effortlessly, naturally lubricating itself for mating.
She arched forward and rocked across my hardness as she avariciously took pleasure from it. Palming her breasts, I pressed them together. I then stuck out my tongue and lavished on both of her pebbled nipples as I hungrily worshipped the woman who was setting my cock—my entire existence—on fire. She ravaged the very essence of my soul until I was bare and unprotected from the rabid hunger and the volatile emotions that instantaneously possessed me. I felt it all. The fire kept burning, fueling the unquenchable hunger that kept wanting more of everything—anything—Ava could offer.
I could literally taste my surrender on my tongue as I kissed her thoroughly. Desperately. I parted from her swollen lips before letting my head fall back against the seat cushion. I lifted her up, making her gasp in shock. My ravenous appetite was at its tipping point; my tongue could almost taste her delectable pussy.
“Go on. Sit on my mouth, love. Ride me with everything you’ve got, babe.”
She looked skeptical. “But I—”
“Ride. My. Mouth. Trust me, you’re going to love it. You were adventurous once—now’s the time to unleash that dirty side of you once more. Give me the best you can do.”
Her face lit up before she slowly moved, kneeling in the middle of the sofa. She gradually reclined back, tilting slowly until her pussy locked on my lips as I rested my head back on the couch. She wiggled her hips, trying it out before she let out a pleasurable sound.
“Fuck …” she hissed before she angled a tad forward to hold onto the back of the sofa. As she rode my face, her sweet juices endlessly flowed. She took control and let herself loose, as if depraved of pleasure for too long. Throwing her head back, she bit her lip as she screamed as hard as she could, giving me the best she could offer as my tongue lapped up her honeyed cream.
Panting heavily, she seemed out of it before I gave her delicious bottom a good spank, and then I lifted her up so I could position myself behind her. She didn’t move an inch; her legs were still parted, hands gripping the end of the sofa.
Regulating my breathing, I gripped my cock with my left hand and pumped it a few times as my eyes gravitated towards her parted arse and swollen cunt lips.
“Bloody fuck, I’m going to own your body tonight, sweet wife.” Moving forward, my cock perfectly angled towards her opening. Resting half of my rigid length against her hot core, I let out an animalistic sound before my hand reached around her neck, arching her forward against my body while her bottom stayed in place. “How long do you want me to worship your impoverished pussy, love?”
“Until you no longer can,” she panted out the words, sounding as if she was completely aroused from the anticipation of my cock.
Unhurriedly, I thrust my dick forwards in short, teasing lengths, slipping it against her soaking wet lips, gliding over her entrance. “Do you like the feel of my cock against your pussy, Ava? Is this what you’ve been craving—what you’ve been so miserable without since I walked away?” The question shot out of my lips. I grunted them into her neck while I steadfastly drove us to more pleasurable heights.
“You feel magnificent. Powerful. Furious. Marvelous. Exceptional. You owned me then, and you own me now. No man can compare to what you do to me. What you evoke, no man could come close. Let me make amends. Take whatever you can, however you want it. I’m yours, nothing will ever change that.”
My heart galloped, pounding against my chest as I listened to her. “Are you really mine?” I hissed out as I rhythmically thrust against her little nub.
“Yes!” she answered without thought as she pushed her arse out for more. “Yes. Yes. Fuck yes!”
With my hand still loosely holding the base of her neck, I let her back press against my chest before my other hand guided my cock into her willing entrance, powerfully pushing into its tightness with one swift movement. I heard her take a deep breath, stilling from the immediate rush it gave both of us.