Page 63 of Make It Last

“Let me just make sure you’re ready.”

“Oh, I’m ready.”

“Trust me, Ava,” I said.

I made my way down her body, kissing her belly, her thighs, easing my arm under her bottom to shift her farther down on the bed. I dusted kisses on the inside of her knees, pushing her panties to the side and teasing my fingers into her slick folds.

Her hips rocked up. With little finesse, I managed to drag those panties down and even maneuvered them around her boot. I made my way back up, dusting kisses on her thighs again, hot and slow, pressing them apart. When I brought my mouth to her sex, she let out a ragged cry with my name following. The sound sent a shot of blood straight to my already aching cock.

She tasted salty and sweet. I sank two fingers into her, gratified when her channel clenched around them. “What do you need?” I asked, lifting my head.

“More…” she gasped.

Slow and easy, I kept pumping my fingers into her, teasing with my tongue. She was already so close. I could feel her entire body trembling. Her channel clenched faster, convulsing around me. I dragged my tongue in a slow swirl around her clit just as she shuddered and cried my name in a chant.

I stayed with her until she relaxed, sagging against the pillows. Slowly, I drew away, easing my fingers out and rising up to rest alongside her.

Ava’s eyes opened, and she looked at me. “Oh, wow,” she gasped.

“That’s one way to put it,” I murmured.

I wanted to be inside of her right this fucking second, but I realized we’d forgotten one step. “I need to get a condom,” I said.

“No, you don’t. I have an IUD,” she announced.

“Are you sure?”

“About what? I’m sure I have an IUD, and I’m sure I trust you.”

When she saw the hesitation in my gaze, she added, “Of course, if you prefer a condom…”

“No, it’s just… I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, well. First time for everything, huh?”

Ava held my gaze, the heat in hers sparking like wildfire in the air between us. The combustion of our combined need burned hotter and faster by the second, with every breath. The rush of it was so consuming I could hardly think, reason, or do anything but want. At that moment, my awareness was narrowed to Ava.

“Tanner,” she whispered. Her voice was breathy and low, like a kick in the flank of my already galloping pulse.

“Yeah,” I managed.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

I realized as soon as she asked that she was serious. “Fuck no,” I said flatly.

“Well then, get with the program, would you?” she teased.

That was exactly what I needed. I chuckled, leaned close, and gave her another kiss—because, as we’d already established, kissing Ava was something I could do forever.

Oh, I wanted more. But even if this was all? Chef’s kiss.

Lifting my head, I glanced toward her ankle.

“Don’t you look at my ankle,” she said quickly.

“I’m just contemplating the logistics.”

“The logistics are you fuck me.”