Thawing Ava (14 page)

Bolstered by his words, she cupped her breasts with both hands once again. She massaged her breasts, watching his reaction. His eyes narrowed. He bit his bottom lip, leaned forward, and stroked his cock faster. She tugged on her nipples. Sparks of electricity shot straight to her clit, her hips bucked as a cry ripped out of her throat. Desire pulled her under Brice’s spell. Empowerment buoyed her. She felt beautiful, sexy, perfect—all because of him.

He grunted. “Yes, like that. More. God, you’re beautiful.”

His words were oil on her skin, sliding over her, touching hidden parts of her that she tried to keep from the light. Ava lost herself to the sensation as the heat inside increased. She continued to pull the tips until they were too sensitive to touch. Her body was strung out, so taut all it would take would be a soft touch on her clit to set her off. To stave her coming arousal, she let her hands coast over her body, teasing the inside of her thighs with light fingertips until some of the pressure eased. Brice followed her lead.

“Fuck, I need you so much. This isn’t enough.” Brice pinched the crown of his penis and winced. He stood up and headed for his closet.

She watched him as she dragged a fingertip up one side of her labia and down the other to circle her wet entrance. Now that she had found a comfort with her body, she didn’t want to stop the sensations.

Brice pulled out a box, lifted the lid, and extracted a vibrator, blindfold, leather padded handcuffs, lube, and a few paintbrushes in various sizes. He laid out the items on the bed, then went to the kitchen. Ava rolled over onto all fours and crawled to the end of the mattress and examined each item. The vibrator had a clit stimulator and a slim arm for anal penetration. Her pussy rippled as she flicked it on. She ignored her body’s reaction and turned off the dildo and picked up the other articles.

“We’ll use the clamps later if you’re still interested.” Brice returned to the bed holding a plate with brown, caramel, and white colored dots. He placed the dish on the nightstand. “Lie back down on the bed, extend your arms over your head, and close your eyes.”

“I thought you wanted me to show you how much I wanted you?” she teased as she moved back to the head of the bed.

“I can’t resist you anymore, and I need to touch you and taste. I want you to come all over my mouth.” He picked up the cuffs and the blindfold. “Now, do as I say or you will be punished.”

She didn’t give him any lip and followed his instructions.

“Thank you for trusting me.” He wrapped the bonds around one wrist and then the other, and linked them to the slats of the headboard.

“I need to do this. I can’t deny myself anymore. With you I feel safe and accepted.” She closed her eyes as she allowed the bed to cradle her body. She laid back and gave up control to Brice. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her. Some nervous energy returned as she waited for his actions. She curled her hands into fists. She lay prone and waited.

“I’m honored. Truly honored and humbled.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead and blazed a trail down to her lips. “You are a beautiful, sexy woman who deserves to have a man who wants to please you, to make you come over and over again. Lucky for you, I am that man, and I’m here to give you everything you’ve missed.”

She opened her eyes to see his features. Brice gazed down at her, his darkened green eyes lit with a smoldering fire of need and appreciation. For the first time in her life she knew what it was to be sexually wanted by a man. Tears burned her eyes. She tried to push them back but a few escaped.

His stare softened, but the desire didn’t fade away. “Why don’t I show you what I love about you? And yes, I said love. Don’t deny it later because I sure as hell won’t.”

He climbed onto the bed and straddled her waist. His gaze moved over her body like a heated caress. Unable to stop herself, she writhed.

She dug her heels into the mattress; she pushed up her hips. She couldn’t buck him off. He leaned forward and cupped her breasts, giving them a squeeze before he began to massage the globes with strong pulls and contractions of his hands. “I just have to say a few things. First I love your generosity. No one else would’ve given up their Christmas vacation to take care of a sick, whiny jock. I also loved how you wore a tight sweater every fucking day we were together back then. You have gorgeous tits, honey. So full and firm, they overflow my hands. I wanted to peel you out of those damn things so badly. It was driving me insane. God, your breasts are so fucking perfect. I want to push them together and fuck them.”

He groaned and thrust forward; his cock dragged over her belly, smearing the evidence of his desire on her overheated flesh. She wriggled underneath him. Her pussy fluttered and clenched, yearning for him to fill and stretch her. Ava let out a moan of frustration. He didn’t give her nipples the attention they needed. “Pinch my tits. Suck my nipples. Bite them. Anything. God, just touch them!”

The words rushed out, and her reward was a low, husky chuckle. He released her full globes and took both nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, then pinched, holding them as pain and pleasure flicked back and forth. Her vaginal walls rippled as she dug her heels deeper into the bed. A whimper came out of her lips as the beginnings of an orgasm took her.

“No, don’t come yet. Hold it back.” His voice came to her from a distance as her muscles tensed and her body stilled. She tried to push back the pressure, but it was too late. The first wave hit her and sucked her under, filling her body with delicious sensations. Her nerve endings lit up as pleasure danced through her. Cream trickled down her inner thighs as her clit pulsed. As the pressure ebbed away, she felt a stillness in her that she’d never known. When she opened her eyes, her gaze landed on Brice’s face. Amusement and desire lit up his stare.

“Next time you come, you’ll keep your eyes open, and you’ll be calling my name. Also, when I tell you to not come, you will do as I say. We’ll work on it little by little. Now, honey, come again.” He released her nipples, and she gasped as another orgasm took her. The pressure burst as the inferno welled up within her until she thought she was on fire.

Her back bowed as she thrust her chest upward. Pinpricks danced along her flesh and consumed her from the inside out. Her toes flexed as she lost herself. Brice’s name came out on a gasp.

He tugged, pinched, and rolled her nipples through it, pulling aftershocks from her body. She shivered as sparks of pleasure continued to go off. Brice stretched his body over hers. The heat of his skin branded her, seeped deep into her, increasing her desire. He flicked the now sensitive tips with his tongue, then circled one nub before sucking it into his mouth. His beard scratched at the tight skin of her breasts, adding to the pleasure. She felt her pussy flutter once again. Tingles danced along her nipples. He moved down her body, blazing a trail of fire with nips, sucks, and kisses. When he reached her navel, he dipped his tongue into the well and swirled, drawing more sensation than she thought possible.

He kissed his way over her bare mound before he paused at the slick lips of her sex. “Fuck, I had a plan, and now all I can think of is eating you out. You’re gorgeous. So lush, so curvy. I’m going to enjoy fucking you, more than any woman I’ve ever slept with. You…you are what I’ve been waiting for. God, you smell good.” He punctuated that statement with a slow, teasing lick as he traced up one side of her labia and down the other, ignoring the dripping entrance of her vagina. His beard rasped the insides of her thighs as his head moved. “Mmm, so good. I could eat you all night and day and never get enough. One day I will. I’ll keep you in bed only to let you out to eat and shower and use the bathroom, and then we’ll start all over again.”

Brice gazed up her body, determination in his green gaze. “You’re mine, Ava. Mine.” He parted the plump lips of her labia and blew on her clit. The thick bundle of nerves jumped before he traced the tip with his tongue, flicking, nudging, and circling the bud before he took it into his mouth.

She wrapped her legs around his head and tugged on her bonds, wanting to slip her fingers into his hair and press his head closer. “Brice,” she gasped.

He gave her clit a strong pull. Again her vaginal walls fluttered and clamped down. Pressure built low in her gut and spread as another orgasm began to build.

Brice released her clit. “Hold it back. Don’t come yet.” He sucked, licked, and traced her sex with his tongue, teasing her pussy with dips and circles around her entrance. She moved from side to side as the pleasure increased. With great effort, she pushed back the wave and tried to ignore the desire running rampant through her body. She focused on breathing—in and out, slow inhales and exhales, until she got her body under some semblance of control.

“That’s it, honey. You’re perfect,” he murmured before she felt his tongue slip into her pussy.

He prolonged her pleasure, using his tongue to swirl and tease the delicate tissues of her vagina. Despite the shallow pushes, she felt on the verge of orgasm again. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. “Brice, please, fuck me,” she begged. Her toes curled, and her legs shook as she tried to hold back the building pressure.

He withdrew and licked his lips. He wiped away her glistening cream from his chin and cheeks and lapped it up from his palm before he answered her. “Not yet. You’re close to coming. You need to calm down a bit, and besides”—he gave a wicked smile—“I have plans for you. Do you want to try anal stimulation now or later?”

His question caught her off guard, like a splash of ice water to her overheated skin.
Anal?
She licked her lips and thought it over. A little honesty was needed here as well as anger. “Damn it, Brice. I want to come,
now!
Why are you insisting on this?”

“You will come. Trust me. Is this because you’ve never done it before and you fear the pain? It’s okay. We’ll take it slow. Maybe tomorrow. But I have to spank this luscious ass and use the vibrator on you.”

Her arousal returned but not to full force. “Thank you. Fuck me,” she said, unsure of just what she was thanking him for. Brice made her feel beautiful, loved, and desired. He was considerate and giving. If only he’d slip his cock into her.

“You can thank me with your screams and cries for more.” Brice moved off the bed and undid her bindings. “Get up on all fours. I need to get my hands on your sexy ass.”

She did as he requested and watched him with curiosity over her shoulder. He unscrewed the anal attachment and spread lube on the shaft of the sex toy. Just watching his hand stroke up and down on the thick stalk increased her body heat. She squeezed her thighs together; her legs trembled with anticipation. He shook his head, put down the dildo, and pushed open her thighs. With a firm swat on the center of her left butt cheek, fire spread through her pussy, adding a new dimension to her desire. She groaned and wiggled her butt in response, pushing her hips back at him.

“Nope. No hiding that sweet pussy from me. Show me how wet you are. I want you dripping so I can lap up your juices as you come all over my face,” he growled.

She kept her legs spread as a flush of heat bathed her face, neck, and chest at his intense scrutiny of her sex. Ava had started doing a Brazilian wax recently. Did he like what he saw?

“So beautiful. I can’t stress that or say that enough. Why a Brazilian? And no, I’m not complaining. I just want to know.” Once again Brice picked up the sex toy and slathered it with lube before he placed it at her entrance.

Sweat slipped over her face as she tried to ignore the press of the bulbous head at her opening. “I… Oh God,” she moaned as he nudged it inside of her. “I… Brice, please…”

Her internal muscles clenched around the thick crest, trying to draw it deep inside of her. “Answer me.” He withdrew it; he punctuated that order with another swat, this time harder and on top of her thigh. Her vaginal walls rippled.

“Damn it,” she groaned. Tension flexed and expanded in her body as her muscles contracted and relaxed. It took her a moment to comprehend that he’d asked a question. “Brazilian, right,” she panted and swallowed. “Fine, I do it because I like the feel of it, how air feels against my overheated pussy, how good it feels when I trail my fingers down there, how sensitive I am with no hair. Now, please. Fuck me with the vibrator, your cock, fingers,
something
,” she pleaded.

He gave her a dark chuckle. She lifted her head and looked back at his face. Determination etched itself in every stress wrinkle of his features; his mouth was set in a thin line, his nostrils flared with each intake of air, and his eyes were narrowed to slits that only showed a hint of his forest-green eyes. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you all right. I’m going to make you scream when you come on this vibrator and then on my cock.” He pushed the sex toy deep inside her with one thrust before he withdrew it and repeated the process.

She gasped and threw her head back. He continued to push and pull the sex toy out of her, sustaining her pleasure by modifying his speeds—slow and hard one minute, and fast and shallow the next. She opened her eyes once more and looked at him, wishing she could see him fucking her with the vibrator. Instead, she accepted his ministrations and watched every emotion float across his face. With one hand, he fucked her with the sex toy; with the other, he stroked his cock in between swats on her ass. The sight caused the first tremble of another orgasm. She gritted her teeth and tried to stop the pressure once more.

“See what you do to me? How much I want you? Look at how fucking thick my cock is for you, how red it is, how much cum is dripping from it. All for you, honey. Because of you.” He threw back his head; tendons stood out on his neck. His tattoos rippled on his skin with each thrust and stroke of his hands. The pure masculine beauty of Brice’s body coated in a sheen of sweat left her mouth dry and made her body quake. Desire flushed his tanned skin; his muscles flexed. Just witnessing him getting off on fucking her with a vibrator and spanking her pushed her closer to the precipice.

“Brice,” she moaned, “I want you so much. Please.” She wanted to come so much it hurt.