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He stroked her, teased her with his fingers, lifting his head to watch her expression as she tossed her head, her eyes closed, her neck arched, her moans and whimpers telling him what to do to please her. Of all the women he’d pleasured—and there were many—Ava was the most responsive, the most sensuously unselfconscious. She gave herself over to pleasure with the same joyous wholeheartedness she did everything else. God, how I love her!

He leaned down to kiss her and slid his fingers lower, seeking the entrance to her body, to stretch her and make her ready for him. She gasped at the invasion, but she didn’t flinch, pressing into his touch, eager for it. Her breath came in little pants, her eyes glazed, her expression twisted with desire, as he pulled back to watch her, his weight on one arm.

She flung her head back with a moan as his fingers explored, and his thumb teased her clitoris, that tiny bud of joy, the source of her strongest pleasure. He teased with barely there touches and circles, his fingers slippery with her arousal, inching her toward release. He coaxed and provoked responses from her that set a burning ache in his groin and made his own breath ragged.

“Ava, Ava,” he rasped, her name almost a groan, as his fingers seesawed in her body, and he stroked her bud, taking her to the edge and pausing to let her savor it, pulling back a fraction, then taking her to the edge again. How many times can I do it before she tips over? Then he knew.

“Jerome!” Her body locked and then suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and she fell into the pleasure he’d been inducing in her body with a detectable fluttering of her flesh and tightening of her inner muscles on his fingers. Her breathless moans of delight were his reward, and he grinned, pleased with himself. Stilling his fingers, he pressed gently to let her experience the full spectrum of the pulsating pleasure.

When she lay loose-limbed and limp, he kissed her tenderly.

“Good?” he murmured.

She nodded, slightly dazed, her hands stroking his shoulders. “I knew it would be,” she murmured, with a drunken smile.

“I’ve dreamed of bringing you pleasure,” he said softly. Then he moved down her body tracing kisses over her breasts and belly until he could press his lips to her swollen nether-lips and breath in the flowery, musky scent of her, which made him groan against her flesh and open his mouth to devour her with his tongue and lips.

She cried out and pushed up into him under this treatment as he brought her swiftly to another orgasm with his mouth. Letting her ride out this second burst of pleasure against his tongue, he waited, pressing his lower body hard into the bed as his cock throbbed and begged to invade her body, take her, make her his.

Then he slowly teased her with feather-light touches of his tongue to bring her to the edge of desire, before rising up over her, and with his eyes fixed on hers he said, “Ready?”

She nodded, her arms engulfing him, a beatific smile on her face as he settled between her legs and, finding the right place by instinct, joined their bodies with a slow push.

His groan was loud and involuntary, as the tight, wet heat of her engulfed him and sent pleasure zinging up his spine and into his aching balls. He breathed through the overwhelming desire to thrust and come instantly, and let the pulsing pleasure of imminent orgasm wash through him. Clinging to the edge, he held himself still and waited out the urge. It made him ache, but the almost orgasm receded, and then he was able to move, slowly at first, and then with increasing momentum.

Ava moved with him, smiling, her lovely blue eyes fixed on his, and he linked their hands, pressing palm to palm either side of her head, as their bodies shared this sacrament of love. She lifted her legs to take him deeper, and he sped up his thrusts, unable to hold off any longer.

She panted and whimpered beneath him, and he hoped she would experience another rush of bliss, but his own trajectory was unstoppable now, and the wave rose up and engulfed him in pleasure so sharp it took his breath away. It crashed with a loud involuntary groan and rebounded through his body in eddying wavelets of ecstasy, leaving him eventually limp and dazed and so full of love for this tiny, beautiful woman beneath him that his throat clogged and his eyes misted.

Wordlessly, he kissed her gently, fiercely, and squeezed their linked hands. Her legs tightened around him, and he buried his face in her neck, fighting the wave of emotion that threatened to drown him.

Love. This is what love feels like.