What wasn’t fair was the loneliness. The pain. Wishing he was close but hating him all at the same time. She hated how they’d turned out.
Each day, she grew bigger with their child, and she felt this distance between them. Smokey had hurt her once, and it wouldn’t take him long to hurt her again. He’d done so last time so easily.
Forgive him.
She couldn’t just forgive him.
He hadn’t trusted her.
He’d pushed her aside.
Ava screamed in her mind for it to shut up. She didn’t care that he’d hurt her. All she cared about were the feelings he inspired at that moment. The way he touched her.
She pushed him back until he was against the wall.
Tugging at his shirt, she eased it up and over his head, throwing it to the side.
Smokey did the same, tearing her shirt open so the buttons flew all over the place. She’d pick them up later.
For now, she wanted his hands all over her.
He cupped her tits, pressing them together, and she moaned. He flicked the catch of her bra, and it fell open. She helped him take it off her. Ava threw it to the floor, and Smokey held beneath her breasts, lifting them up.
She watched him as he leaned in close and slid his tongue across one of her nipples. She cried out.
“No, don’t close your eyes. Look at me. Know it’s me doing this to you.”
Ava couldn’t look away as his tongue danced across her nipples. He held them so close together for each touch. They were so sensitive, she cried out for more.
“Please, Smokey.”
“Tell me what you need. Just say the words and it’s yours.”
She shouldn’t say it. All it made her was a weak woman. She didn’t want to be a doormat, but his tongue. The very essence of him, she couldn’t deny him.
“You, Smokey, please, I need you. Fuck me.”
He released a growl but didn’t take his time removing her clothes. They all fell in a heap on the floor. His hands were everywhere. Touching her face, down her body, cupping her pussy.
When his fingers delved between her slit, she couldn’t take that kind of pleasure. His name was a mantra on her lips.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you. How I’ve craved for this very moment.”
She had a rough idea because she’d been feeling it too. Even when she hated herself for yearning for him. This man hadn’t trusted her. He’d been the cause of her pain, and yet, as he took her to the floor, she couldn’t think of a single word to say to tell him to stop.
He slammed his lips down on hers, and she cupped his face, never wanting him to let go.
Smokey broke the kiss. His lips created a path of intense pleasure as he glided down to her neck. He had some stubble, and the roughness of it made her melt. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure was almost too much for her.
Down he went, lavishing her tits with equal attention. Sucking on them deeply before he let them go with a plop. He captured her hands, keeping them locked at her side. His lips trailed down her stomach, and he took his time, kissing her rounded bump.
Her pussy was already soaked, so when he got between her thighs, she spread herself open to him. All sense left her as his lips finally touched her, and she knew what heaven was like once again.
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This wasn’t their beginning.
Smokey knew that.
Even as he knew she would hate herself in a few short hours, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Ava wanted this. She’d begged for this, and he’d be the biggest asshole in denying her.
Watching her regret this would cause him pain, but he’d live with it. What Ava wanted, he’d give her.
Staring at her pretty, swollen cunt, his mouth watered. He slid his tongue between her slit and touched her clit, caressing down toward her hole and circling her entrance. Ever so slightly, he pressed against her, nearly penetrating, but he held himself back, going to her clit.
Smokey sucked her into his mouth, and he groaned, hearing her gasp. Glancing up her body, he found her arching.
He still had a hold of her hands, keeping them locked at her side. She wasn’t fighting him, and he loved having her at his mercy. He let her clit go and went back to her opening. Around and around he circled, tantalizing her. Giving a promise of what was to come.
“Please.” Her moan echoed around the walls.
Her desperation was clear to him.
Pushing his tongue slowly inside her, he made her wait, letting her feel him fill her. What he was going to do with his tongue, and she’d be hungry for more.
He let go of her hands and cupped her ass, lifting her up against his mouth. Smokey got her into a position so her ass was on his open palm and his other hand was free to explore her pussy.