Page 30 of Wild Heart
And her hips never stopped seeking. They rolled, her body squirming and writhing, searching for that pressure, that friction—anything to satisfy that ache.
No matter how hard my dick was, how badly I wanted to just be inside her, I refused to rush this. Our first time together deserved patience.
“Tate,” Ava whimpered.
I lifted my head from her chest, stared up at her, and asked, “What do you need, wild one?”
Something flared in her expression, her eyes darkening. “More. You. I want to feel everything.”
“You’re going to have to wait to get me inside you, because I need to taste you first,” I told her, my thumbs stroking absentmindedly over her nipples.
For a moment, I could have sworn I saw questions lingering in her gaze, but whatever they were, Ava never asked them. Instead, she begged, “Please, Tate. I want to feel good.”
I’d never do anything to disappoint this woman again. So, I smiled at her before I dropped my mouth down to her bodyagain and blazed a path across her abdomen, moving from just beneath one breast toward the opposite hip.
The lower I went, the more she squirmed in my hold. And the sounds coming out of her never stopped. I envisioned pulling back, lifting one of her gorgeous legs in my hand, and kissing up her legs, but I quickly decided that would have to wait for another time.
Because right now, with my face this close to her pussy, there was no way my mouth was heading anywhere else.
My lips moved from her hip and kissed along the crease at the top of her thigh. Ava’s breathing was frantic. I wasn’t quite sure she was going to last long enough for me to get even one taste; she sounded so close to the edge.
I slipped one arm beneath her opposite thigh, urging her leg over my shoulder, and when I brought my mouth to bite at that inner thigh, I snaked the other arm beneath the opposite leg.
Positioned perfectly between her legs, my dick like stone pressing into the mattress, I took one last look up her body and toward her face.
Ava had propped herself up on her elbows and was looking down at me. There was something wild and untamed in her expression.
I refused to make her wait another second longer. I dropped my head down and got to work. With the first swipe of my tongue, I was gone. Not only was the taste of her consuming me, but the way her hips bucked and legs trembled on either side of my head was unmistakable.
Continuing to work her with my mouth—licking, tasting, plundering—I kept one arm wrapped firmly around her thigh, my hand splayed on her lower abdomen while the other hand reached up to squeeze and play with her tits.
Ava was writhing, panting. She never stopped moaning, and her whimpers had the power to send me soaring.
Wanting to make it even better for her, wanting her to have it all, my tongue focused on her clit as I pushed one finger inside.
“Oh, God. Tate, you’re incredible.” Her breaths were labored. “This is better than I could have ever imagined.”
I pushed a second finger inside, working up a steady rhythm in her tight, wet pussy. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to have my cock inside her.
Ava’s breathing grew shallow, the higher pitch of the sounds coming from her an indication she was nearly on the verge. I kept at her, and just before I sent her over the edge, I pulled my fingers from her body and replaced them with my tongue. Ava cried out, her fingers gripping my hair tightly as her orgasm tore through her.
I didn’t pull back or stop until her thighs stopped trembling and her moans quieted. Then I turned my head to the side and kissed her thigh before I came over her body and found her mouth again. She tasted herself on my tongue, a guttural moan clawing its way up her throat.
Ava brought her hands to my sides and allowed them to drift down toward my hips. She reached my underwear and urged them over my ass. Tearing my mouth from hers, I pulled back and helped to remove the last remaining bit of fabric separating me from her. And when it was gone, I nearly lost my mind.
Because Ava Carson hadn’t hesitated to touch me. Her fingertips were light, soft. There was such a tenderness in the way she touched me, I almost thought she was worried she’d injure me if she applied too much pressure.
Then I realized it was likely her way of indicating what she wanted moving forward. Softness, tenderness. It was a good thing I’d already planned to have it go that way.
“I need to be inside you, wild one.”
Her expression darkened again, her legs dropping open. I settled myself between her thighs, used one hand to position myself, and focused my gaze on her face as I pushed in slowly.
I hadn’t even made it halfway when I knew something wasn’t right. I took in the look on her face, noted just how tight she was, and stopped moving. “Are you… Ava, are you a virgin?”
She moved her head ever so slightly. “Yes.” I pulled back. Jesus, why hadn’t she told me? “Tate, please, don’t stop. I want this. I want you.”
I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t think I could if I tried, especially not with that need and desperation dripping from her words. But I hadn’t expected this. Maybe that was naïve of me, given how she always interacted with me. How had she seduced me the way she had on the dance floor without ever having experienced this before?