pleasures.” She gasped.
He laughed, low and sensual, then he was claiming her mouth once more and his tongue matched the thrusts sliding slickly within her until bliss consumed her. With a rough groan, he tumbled with her. They clung to each other, skins slicked with sweat, hearts beating in tandem. He withdrew from her, and without speaking padded away.
A light flicked on in the distance, and its beams spilled into the living area. Moments later she heard water running in the bathroom. Ava shifted, groaning as her muscles protested, then she grinned. She was boneless, mindless with satiation.
Just now had been glorious.
Devlin returned with a wash cloth. She took it from him, cleaned herself, while she silently berated herself for blushing.
“Come with me upstairs,” he said.
“Yes.”
Without allowing her to stand from the sofa, he bent and scooped her into his arms. The easy strength he displayed trudging with her up the steps had arousal once again teasing her. “You took my virginity,” she said softly.
He paused on the landing, not winded at all, and glanced down at her. “I did.”
Ava smile a sweet feeling blossoming inside. “I never knew I’d finally had sex until I saw you at the diner. I thought I was still a virgin,” she admitted with a low chuckle.
He continued walking. “Memories of our times together were all that has kept me going, for a long time. I’m so damn sad you do not have them too,” he said gruffly.
They reached a door and he shifted her ever so slightly and opened the door. He carried her to the bed in the centre of the room and lowered her gently. She did not remove her clasp from his neck, instead she tightened her arms and drew him down atop her. “And what did Mary Peterson think about us hooking up?”
His eyes widened and Ava laughed.
“You took her to the prom and the entire town knew you and her was gonna be hitched,” she drawled teasingly.
“Mary and I were only friends.”
Scepticism filled her and he must have seen it on her face for he lowered his face until their noses brushed. “You took my virginity too.”
Ava spluttered, “But…but…”
His lips quirked. “But what?”
“You make me feel so good, surely you must have had tons of practice.”
He rolled his hips suggestively atop hers, and her thighs instinctively parted. His once again hardened cock brushed against the softness of her folds and she damn well purred.
“ We practiced, princess, almost every day for several months. We couldn’t get enough of each other. Some days we made lazy love, and other times we fucked each other raw.”
She gasped as a memory of his urging her legs to part, his body entering hers, the pain, and his soothing murmurs and kisses. “Our first time was by the lake, on a picnic blanket…the night had fallen, the stars were out, and we had your old radio with us,” she said wonderingly as the memory unfurled clear and sharp as if it had never been missing. They both love jazz music and the radio had jammed as their romping had turned into sensual wrestling, which had turned into her losing her virginity on her twenty second birthday.
A strong sense of relief washed through her. Since realizing she’d had sex, she had wanted to remember the occasion on which she had made such an intimate decision. Even if the months of practice were never recalled, she had that night.
He brushed the lightest of kiss across her lips. “Are you okay?”
“It’s been months since I’ve felt this…relaxed.”
“Do you want to head out to the patio and talk?”
“No.”
“Are you hungry?”
“No.”
“Will you stay with me for tonight?”
She faltered into complete stillness. “The entire night?”
“Yes.”
He braced himself on his elbows, his shoulders grew tensed, and her throat ached as she recognized he waited for words that would possibly wound him. In answer Ava tightened her arm around his back and kissed him.
Nothing in Ava’s life had ever