Chapter Twenty
Ava
I stood up and laid down on the bed next to Channing. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. His lips caught mine and his breath flowed down my face, warm, as sweet as his tongue pressing between my lips.
His arm was still aroud my neck, and he pulled his other hand down my side, over my hip. Then he dug his finger into the space between my legs. His finger grazed my clit, and my head pulled back. I sighed. His lips met mine again, and his tongue poured in.
His fingers were digging in deeper between my legs. One pressed into the space between my lips, and I sighed. He pulled his arm away from my neck and rested his hand on my hip. Pulled it up, over the curve of my hips, and grabbed onto the hem of my shirt.
I sat up so he could lift it off, then laid back down. He pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was gentle this time. His lips were soft and his tongue slow, pressing between my lips, pulling back. Then he pushed it through and wrapped his arm behind my back.
His other hand pressed against my chest, and slid down over my stomach. He pushed it down my pants, and dug his finger between my lips. It rested on my opening, and my head pulled back with a sigh. Our lips collided together again, and his breath was flowing over my face, down my neck now. It was a soft burn that rested on my chest, in the space between us.
He wrapped his arm tight around me and pulled me closer. Then he took his hand out of my pants and reached around to unhook my bra. Our bodies were pressed together. His stomach was resting against mine, his chest pulled away just enough for him to slip my bra off. Then our chests were touching. I could feel my nipples pulling across his skin. He pushed me forward, then rolled me over so that I was laying on my back, and he was resting on one arm, his body looming over mine.
He was fully naked, stroking his cock, kissing me. He lowered himself so that he was on top of me, and pressed his cock between my legs. It dug up between my lips. His kiss moved lower, down my chin, then my neck. His lips were raining down with his hot breath flowing in, flowing over my chest.
A wave hit my nipple, and I felt the blood rush in, standing it upright. He met my eyes, and his hand pulled down my chest to cup my breast while his thumb traced over my areola. My voice bubbled out, and he laughed.
He pulled his body lower, and his cock moved down my thigh. He kissed the top of my neglected breast, while his thumb moved closer to the other areola. He pressed my nipple between his lips, and flicked his tongue across my nipple, back and forth.
My voice grew louder, then fell away into a sigh. He sucked my nipple in and pinched the other while he lifted his hand and traced his finger down my stomach, then began unbuttoning my shorts. He pulled down my zipper and pushed his hand under my panties. His finger swept up, between my lips, then rested on my clit.
I gasped, and my head fell back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. He pulled his lips away from my nipple and kissed a trail down my stomach. His breath flowed out over my stomach as his kiss moved down past my nipple. He pulled away to pull my panties down, over my thighs, down my calves. He pulled my panties away. Then he threw them behind him and fell on me.
His lips were on mine, and our chests were pressed together. I could feel the sweat on his chest, the moisture on his lips, and his tongue diving through me. His hand traced down my arm, sending up goosebumps with it.
He rested it on my hip. Then he pushed his hips forward and pulled me closer. His shaft rested on the space between my lips. He swept his hips up, and his shaft slid up my lips. The head of his cock rested on my clit. It was warm and throbbing.
He pulled his cock away, and I saw him grab it by the base. His tongue was moving back and forth through my mouth. It pulled over my smooth palette, and the tip played over the ridges. He moved his cock down, back away from my clit.
I saw him gripping the base, pull his hips back, and rest the tip on my opening. His lips were frantic, and my body was throbbing. The pressure flowed through me in a thick ripple that transformed itself into a sweet burn and rested in the space just below my gut.
He pressed the tip of his cock through my opening and rested it inside. I gasped, and he wrapped his arm around my neck to pull me back into the kiss. The second our lips touched, he slammed through. I could feel his shaft sliding in, and the tip resting against my spot. The jolt pressed his dick in further.
He met my eyes with grin, then pulled it out so I could look. Then he slammed it in again. Lightning rolled through. The shock took hold, and I shuddered. Something was pressing through between my legs, pulling closer and closer with every thrust.
At first, it was just a tingle. Then, the heat began to rise, and it became an aching throb, hot and fiery, seething through, sending moisture out. My body was throbbing, pulsing. A ripple passed up my stomach. I gasped, and his lips caught mine again.
He was pounding through me, back and forth, a feeling so sweet I could get lost in it, and I did. There was no fighting a thing like that. It was growing stronger. Something was coming. His cock was pulling it out. Pressing in past what little resistance I could put up against it.
He stroked his thumb down my clit, and it exploded in a burst of flame that shot through my body, sending a shudder with it. He was still pressing through, his cock slamming into me. His breath moving faster. The flames settled in a fiery shell that condensed in the space between my legs as it pulled over my body.
He was moving faster now. His tongue shot through me, and his cock pounded through. He rested it on my spot, and my breath caught in my throat. My head shot back, and a cry erupted from my throat.
The moisture like lava exploded out, and the heat, seething and writhing, flew up my skin, tearing through everything in its path. My body was on fire, melting, throbbing, aching, and burning. The flames were an ecstatic force that shot through my bones, ate through my muscles and tissue.
When it was gone, the heat stayed behind, leaving me in a pile of sweat with my breath racing and my heart pounding. He laid back and seemed to deflate.
“Sex with you is an art form,” he said.
“Yeah?” I rested my head on his chest and looked up at him.
His stomach was rising and falling, and he was staring down at me with a soft smile. “Yeah, it’s wonderful.” His voice was low and tender.
I pulled my head away and sat up to kiss him. My arm was wrapped around his chest, and I was resting on my side. He was laying on his back with his arm wrapped around my shoulder, and his tongue pressing past my lips.
When I pulled away and laid back, I felt like I’d been running for hours. “I’ll bet most people don’t get an experience like this their second time.”
“No,” he rolled over and propped his head up on his hand, “they don’t. You’re lucky.”
“I am,” I agreed.
“I like you, Ava.”
My stomach clenched. “I like you too. You don’t know what you do to me. It’s…”
“It’s wonderful.” His lips grazed mine. He pressed his head forward, and his breath poured in. Our lips touched, and his hand pulled down my side. He took his time, pressing the tip of his tongue through, turning his head and exploring me with his lips.
My eyes were drooping now. I felt him pull away and roll over onto his back. I opened my eyes and rolled onto my back, then rested my head on his chest while I looked down at the ridges on his stomach. I traced my finger down the trail of hair leading to his cock and watched the goosebumps pop up behind it. He shivered.
“I’m not sore anymore.”
“Good. I’ll bet you were dying.” I wrapped my arm around his chest and let my eyes droop closed. There was a soft, rosy aura surrounding us both. Moments like this were sacred. “My friend told me that you might have a shot at the NFL.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I might.”
“Would you take it?” I asked.
“I’ll take things one step at a time. That’s a major life decision. You never know what will happen in between now and then.”
“I think it’s better to take life as it comes. Had I been rigid, and turned you down, I wouldn’t have had a moment like this.”
“That would’ve been a tragedy,” he said. “Are you glad you waited?”
“So glad.” I rubbed my hand over his stomach. “It wouldn’t have been the same with some idiot.”
“I love the way you look when your head shoots back, just before you come. It’s adorable.” He kissed me on the forehead.
“Twice this time,” I said.
“I know. Your body just responds to every little touch. It’s amazing.”
“It’s just you. I want to be close to you.”
“What are you doing next weekend?” he asked.
“Nothing. I’m staying home. I figured I’d just rest and study a little bit. Why?”
“Would you like to spend the weekend with me, just us?”
“God, that sounds wonderful.”
“It does.” He lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine.
When he pulled back, my head fell and rested on his chest. He caressed my arm while my eyes drooped and we fell asleep together.