Ava: His Pace

Lucas shifts, crawling up my body until his mouth hovers over mine. His breath fans across my lips, his eyes burning into mine. "Tell me what you need, mate," he whispers, voice hoarse with arousal. "Tell me what you want me to do."

I want him to devour me. To make me forget everything but the feel of him against me, inside me.

"Say it," he insists, lips brushing against mine. "Tell me what you want."

"You," I whisper, hands skimming down his sides. "I want you."

His cock is hard against my thigh, thick and hot. I wrap my hand around it, stroking him slowly as he kisses me. It's not enough. Not nearly enough.

"You have me," he growls, nipping at my jaw. "Always."

His mouth finds mine, devouring me in a brutal kiss that leaves me breathless. My hand moves between us, guiding him to my entrance. Hot. Warm. Everything I need, as anticipation has my thighs shaking.