His mouth finds my neck. My shoulder. My collarbone.
“Scream for me, Ava.”
“I…”
I press my lips together, glare at him. I’m not screaming your name or anything like that.
"You're awfully sure of yourself," I manage.
He takes his time sucking, teasing my body with his fingers.
My breath becomes more ragged, my control slipping. I squirm because I want the wild version where we just fuck, then I go home and we never speak about it again.
His hand slides between my legs. I'm already wet for him, which he discovers with a low sound of satisfaction.
I almost answer with a groan of my own.
His finger traces my opening. My hips roll around his finger.
“Do you want my fingers inside you?”
Yes!
But I only manage a nod. If I open my mouth, I’ll make one of those other sexual sounds of pleasure. Then the last brick in my very carefully constructed emotional wall will come crashing down.
Kai’s finger slides inside. He curls it.
I gasp.
He smiles. “That’s it. Release all of it and scream.”
A second finger joins the first. He moves his hand in a rhythm that's making it hard to think.
My hips arch off the bed.
I’m losing control. I can’t even stop myself from making any sound because another gasp comes from my mouth without permission.
Congratulations, Ava. You're losing a fight against your own vocal cords. Very on-brand.
He removes his fingers and places his lips on mine. This kiss is deeper, more intentional. His free hand slides into my hair, holding me in place, like he wants me to feel every part of what's happening.
I make the last attempt to turn this into what I expected: fast, disconnected, purely physical. I reach for him, pull him closer, try to move things along.
He pulls back enough to look at me.
"You're running," he says.
"I'm not…"
“You are. You want to do it fast and end it.”
I open my mouth to deny it. Can't.
His expression softens. He lowers his forehead to mine.
"Can we just do this?" he asks. "Can you just be here?"
The quiet sincerity of his voice makes me stop trying to escape. I nod.