Chapter Nineteen

Ava

I'm barely breathing as I wait for what's to come. Every moment of being with Gavin so far has been mind-altering, and we've only just begun. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.

He pushes aside my panties, exposing a part of me only a few have ever seen. I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't have much experience, but with Gavin, I'm not scared. I'm not afraid to be with him, to give him my body for pleasure. It just means only a couple have ever seen me naked, and none have ever been as close as he is right now.

But I don't have time to dwell on the fact no one has ever gone down on me before, because Gavin is there, licking my clit and causing my mind to go completely blank. All I can do is feel, and my word, does it feel amazing. He sucks my clit into his mouth, almost causing me to jackknife off the bed. A groan fills the room, and I'm completely oblivious to the fact it came from me.

I gasp when I feel one finger press into me. My muscles are tight but slowly start to relax as he slides in and out. He laps at my clit, licking and sucking it between his warm lips. A part of me wants to cover myself up, but I refuse to let my shyness get the best of me right now. All I want to do is feel.

And let go.

My body starts to tighten like a coil, and when he adds a second finger, the tension and pleasure is almost too much to take. My nipples ache, my limbs are taut, and my orgasm is building. With his mouth on my clit, his fingers buried inside me, he reaches up and pinches one of my hard nipples. The sensations are overwhelming as my hips rock, seeking more.

No, needing more.

Gavin hums against my swollen flesh. "Let go, Ava. I can feel how close you are. Just. Let. Go."

His words help push me the rest of the way over the edge. My release explodes through me, blinding my sight and sending me orbiting through space. It feels like I'm floating, my body weightless, as waves of pleasure wash over me. I cry out as he draws out every ounce of euphoria from me until I'm left spent and boneless on top of his bed.

I feel him shift, removing his fingers and crawling up my body. He slides his lips across my chin, my cheek, until they finally land on my lips. He tastes like me, and while it's new, I don't completely hate it. In fact, it's a little…erotic.

"More?" he murmurs against my mouth, his big, warm hand slipping up my side and landing on my breast.

"Yes," I whisper, arching my chest into his palm and groaning as he swipes his thumb over my sensitive nipple, rekindling the pleasure.

"Are you sure?"

Forcing my eyes open, I stare into his lust-drunk gaze. I take a page from his playbook and run my finger over his bottom lip. He puckers, kissing the tip before sucking it into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my finger, causing warmth to flood my core once more. "More than sure, Gavin. I need you."

His smile is slow and sultry as he turns his attention to his bedside table. He pulls a new box of condoms out of the drawer and rips the first one out of the package. "I bought these with you in mind. I don't want you to think I had any other reason to use them."

"I trust you," I insist, understanding the immediate truth in the statement.

He reaches down and cups my jaw. "I will never break that trust, Ava."

He climbs from the bed and starts to remove his clothes. In the past, the act of disrobing always seemed to be done in total darkness, but I'm grateful for a little light coming into Gavin's bedroom. Watching him take off his clothes is like watching the sunset or ocean waves crash against the sandy beach. It's beautiful, mesmerizing, and heady. His chest is a work of art, but not as if he spends an obscene amount of time in the gym. You can tell he takes care of his body, both with a physical job and the occasional workout in a gym setting.

Then, his hands move to his jeans. The belt comes off first, followed quickly by a flick of the button and lowering of the zipper. He shimmies out of his jeans, standing in front of me in a pair of boxer briefs. They're tented in front of him, his erection standing tall and proud and ready. My mouth waters at the sight, and all I can think about is getting my hands and mouth on him.

As if knowing exactly where my mind is at, he says, "Later, beautiful. Right now, I need to be inside your pussy. I want to feel it gripping my cock when you come a second time."

I shiver at the heat in his voice, at the naughtiness dripping from his words. The moment he drops his boxers, my mouth goes dry. How in the hell is that supposed to fit inside me? Seriously, I'm having my doubts on the logistics of that monster fitting without tearing me apart.

He moves toward me, touching the side of my face. "Don't worry, Ava. I've got you."

I nod, my tongue heavy and dry in my mouth. With wide eyes, I take in the act of him sheathing himself in protection before climbing back onto the bed. My legs wrap around his hips.

Tenderly, he takes my lips in a slow, sensual kiss as he shifts his weight and lines himself up at my entrance. "Yes?" he asks, making eye contact as he waits for my final confirmation.

"Yes," I assure him.

He gently starts to enter me. The stretch is…wow. Intense. Full. A little painful. "Deep breath, sweetheart," he murmurs against my ear. Then, he trails his lips across the tender skin just behind my ear and runs his tongue over the rapidly beating pulse point on my neck. "That's it, Ava. You feel so fucking good."

My back arches on its own as he pushes deeper, filling me completely. My nipples brush against the coarse hair on his chest. The contact sends shock waves of pleasure jolting through me. I hitch my ankles higher on his hips, opening myself up wider. That slight change in angle hits different.

"Oh God," I mutter.

It's like a caress, but so much better.

He kisses my neck, all while his hips continue to move. Masterfully. I can feel a second release building. My hands start to move, exploring his skin, caressing his back, shoulders, and chest. When he claims my lips once more, there's an urgency in the kiss. The heat pours from us, that sweet ache from when he first entered me completely gone. It's replaced with a drive for more, a need only Gavin can fulfill.

His hips start to buck against me, as if he's lost his ability to control his movements. He thrusts forward, hitting this magical spot deep inside me. With every stroke, I cry out, rocking against him and racing toward the finish line.

"I need you to come again, Ava," he insists.

"I'm so…close," I mutter with a gasp.

"Thank Christ. I don't know how much longer I can hang on. You feel too fucking good," he tells me, pistoning his hips forward.

Stroking my G-spot, the dam bursts once more and I'm flying. His name falls from my lips as my body grips his erection so tightly it triggers spasms in my limbs. "Fuck," he groans, going completely still before he slams forward, grinding himself against me and riding out his own release.

I feel him go tight, his erection swelling as he comes. His mouth smashes against mine, his tongue slips inside as he rides out his orgasm. His continual movement just draws mine out until I fall limp against the bed, sated and spent.

Gavin hums in satisfaction as he rolls to his side, taking me with him. We're pressed chest to chest, my right leg still thrown over his hip, as we both try to catch our breath. "You okay?" he whispers, turning his focus on me.

"I'm excellent. You?"

He grins gently. "I'm perfect. Did I hurt you?" he asks, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

"No. I feel…amazing."

"You do feel pretty amazing," he insists with a cocky smirk, running his hand down my arm. He sobers quickly. "I should probably go take care of this condom."

I nod. "And I need to use the bathroom."

"You go first," he offers, but I shake my head.

"No, you. I can wait a few extra minutes."

"All right." He leans over and kisses my forehead. "I'll be quick."

He's up and shutting the door to the en suite bathroom, leaving me lying in the middle of his big bed. My muscles are weak as I stretch, and you couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I can't believe we just had amazing sex.

No, check that.

I can believe it, because everything seems different when it comes to Gavin. He's so much more attentive and caring than the few guys I've been with in my past, so it doesn't surprise me the sex would be phenomenal.

My history with men is pretty limited. I didn't lose my virginity until I was in college, and that experience was more about two people who had never engaged in sex, fumbling through the act. It wasn't pleasurable, that's for sure.

My second experience was also in college. It was with my then-boyfriend, Colton. He was a soccer player in my English class, and we paired up for studying. He wasn't the typical jock, caring just as much about his classes and degree as he did perfecting his craft on the field, so when he asked me out, I readily agreed. We dated for several months before I finally agreed to sleep with him. It was better than my first time, but wasn't what all the girls had been bragging about. Colton was fumbly and…well, fast. The whole thing was over in about two minutes, and all he wanted to hear was how good he was.

Colton was the guy I was with the night of the college party. You know, the infamous keg stand photo? He convinced me to go to this party at a fraternity one Saturday night. It's not that I didn't like parties, but the ones at the frat houses weren't my scene. I much preferred hanging out in someone's dorm, a group of friends having a few drinks and talking. Frat parties are full of obscenely drunk people, too-loud music, and bad decisions.

Case in point, Colton did a keg stand. It didn't look fun at all, really. First off, I'm not a fan of beer, and why someone would find enjoyment in chugging it upside down is beyond me. Once he did it, he begged me to. I didn't want to, but everyone was watching and chanting my name. I gave in to peer pressure, just to shut them all up.

I hated every second of it. It was nasty and it went up my nose, but everyone cheered when it was over, so what harm did it do?

A lot.

Seven years ago, a photo from that night appeared on social media. There I was, performing my one and only keg stand, and yes, I was only twenty. Word spread quickly around town. The schoolteacher who was caught underage drinking. It didn't matter if it was nine years later or that it hadn't happened again. It was as if I was the only person in this town to ever engage in underaged drinking while off at college. In the court of public opinion, I was a terrible person, and probably providing alcohol to my young fifth-grade students.

It was ridiculous.

And almost ruined me, both professionally and personally.

Over the years, I've dated a few other guys, but only two of them made it to the bedroom. I've just never felt that connection. The soul deep connection you feel clean down to your toes. The feeling you get when you're with someone you know is special, and how you can't remember what your life was like before you met them.

Gavin's image fills my mind, and I smile.

The door opens, and despite the fact I'd much rather stay curled up on his bed, I need to use the bathroom. I always go after sex, thanks to the insistence of my gynecologist back when I was sixteen. Urinary tract infection and all that, and even though I wasn't having sex at that time in my life, the message she shared stuck with me.

I climb from the bed, my legs feeling a little wobbly. As much as I'd rather stand in the middle of the room and stare at the breathtakingly beautiful naked man in front of me, I need to take care of my own business. Plus, I'm not one who usually stands in the middle of a room without clothes on and lets someone gawk at me. Even though it doesn't exactly feel like gawking when it's Gavin. There's so much appreciation and desire in his eyes.

"I'll be…just a few minutes," I blurt out, quickly walking past him and closing myself inside the bathroom.

The first thing I do is take a look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are rosy and appear to have a scruff burn, which makes me grin. I study my appearance, from my tussled hair to my smudged mascara and find myself…glowing. Is that what good sex does to a person, because if so, I like it.

A lot.

I use the toilet and wash my hands. Only when that's done and there's nothing left for me to do but return to where Gavin waits, I get nervous. Am I supposed to leave now? I brought a bag, but maybe he's not the type to do sleepovers. I know he talked about cuddling and whatnot, but that could have been just that. Talk.

Knowing I can't just stand in here and fret, I slowly open the door and flip off the light. Gavin is sitting in bed, the bedside lamp on and illuminating the room. His eyes follow my every move as I make my way toward him. It's not lost on me the fact I'm still naked, wishing I had a shirt or something to cover up with.

"Don't do that," he says.

"Do what?" I stop in front of the bed.

"Worry about being naked. You're stunning."

My cheeks flush as I avert my gaze. "I, uh, I'm not sure what happens next."

"Well," he starts, flipping open the comforter beside him, "next, you climb into bed with me, and we give the whole snuggling thing a try. It's important to see if it rivals spreading out."

My heart does this weird swooning thing as I watch him. "I wasn't sure if we were doing the whole spend the night part."

His eyebrows creep up. "Why wouldn't we? Plus, you brought a bag, right? I'll go get it from your car in the morning, since you're not going to need the clothes or whatever's in there until tomorrow."

I slowly walk to the available side of the bed and slip beneath the blankets. As soon as I'm there, he throws the comforter back over me, bathing me in warmth, and then moves in close. We shift to our sides, his front pressed to my back, and yes, his erection is already growing hard between us.

"This is nice," he whispers, kissing the side of my head before getting comfortable on the pillow we're now sharing.

"It is," I reply with a yawn.

"I've had the best time tonight," he murmurs, his deep voice soothing and calming as my eyelids grow heavy.

"Me too. I don't want to be presumptuous, but I'd like to do it again."

He flexes his hips, pressing himself into the cleft of my rear. "Oh, we will definitely do it again."

Snickering, I glance over my shoulder and hold his gaze. "That's a given, but I was referring to the entire night. The dinner, hanging out, and yes, the sex."

Cue the massive blush.

"All of the above, sweetheart. I've loved every moment I've spent with you, and I want to keep going. I want more moments."

Grinning, I snuggle into his warm arms. "I'd like that too."

"Good. Tomorrow we can deal with figuring out what's next. Tonight, we're going to fall asleep together. Having you in my arms is pretty much my favorite thing in the world." Before I can comment, he reiterates, "Wait, let me correct. My favorite thing is holding you in my arms after I've been inside you. Excuse my bluntness, but your pussy is fucking magic."

That familiar warmth spreads all over my body as the memories reappear. Even though it only happened a short time ago, I'm certain it's been a night I won't ever forget.

"Good night, Ava," he whispers, kissing my cheek before resettling on the pillow.

"Night, Gavin. Thank you for an amazing night."

"You're welcome, even though there's no need to thank me. It was amazing because of you, not me."

I could argue, because it was both of us, not just one, but I let it go. We're both exhausted, and sleep is calling. Closing my eyes, I wiggle deeper into his embrace as I feel myself relax against him. His breathing is slow and even, and although I'm certain he's not sleeping yet, I like this.

I like being in his arms.

I like lying naked together.

I like the way he makes me feel.

Yeah, there's definitely something to this whole snuggling thing.

It's spectacular.