Family Bonds- Ava and Seth (Amore Island Book 5) by Natalie Ann (ebook reader screen .TXT) 📗

She stood up next to him and put her hands under his shirt, teasing a minute while she felt his soft but firm skin. Then she pulled the shirt up and over his head and gasped. “Now this I didn’t expect.”

“Good or bad?” he asked, smiling.

“I think you know the answer to that silly question.” He didn’t have six pack abs because, in reality, not many men did, but damn, what he had was working fine for her.

He was defined and trim and not like a man that wore a suit every day. She’d only gotten a glimpse of what she hoped she’d see and, man, was she thrilled.

Her mouth moved forward, her lips kissing around his chest, her tongue coming out to flick at the tight skin. She saw chills erupt everywhere, her hands now moving to the waist of his jeans.

She made just as quick work undoing the button and lowering the zipper as he toed off his sneakers, then pushed her hands away and removed everything but his boxer briefs. Her eyes looked him over, finding she couldn’t wait to see the bulge that was hidden.

But when she started to move her hand into the elastic of his underwear, he stopped her and pushed it aside, then nudged her back on the bed, crawling over the top of her.

His mouth crushed hers again and she got to feel the heat and weight of a man on top of her again and realized how much she had missed this.

His right hand was sliding up and down her side, then under one cup of her bra. She wasn’t big on top, probably just average. Barely a C cup, but it seemed to work on her thin body. Genetically she knew she was blessed because it’s not like she had a lot of time to work out more than some yoga a few times a week.

When her back arched, Seth reached under and unhooked her bra, then pushed the straps off her shoulders and removed it, baring her breasts to him.

He didn’t hesitate to lean down and pull her hardened nipple in with his lips and suck. She let out a little moan and then another as his hand covered the other nipple. He was sucking, licking, pinching and rubbing her, and her body was being overrun with sensations that were flooding between her legs.

“Seth,” she said. “You are going to have to move down pretty soon or just stop and join me here.”

He leaned back and grinned, then scooted down her body, taking her panties with him. “Now that is what I’m talking about.”

“Admire later. Do something now.”

He laughed at her and stood up, dropped his underwear, giving her a good look at the size of him. She was looking forward to that!

He got a condom out of a drawer and covered himself, then climbed back on the bed and over her, nudging her knees apart. Finding her opening, he slid right in.

A gasp flew from her lips, and her legs went up and around his waist, sending him even deeper.

When he started to move in and out she knew there was no way she was going to last and didn’t even want to try at this point.

She started to match him thrust for thrust, their bodies working up one hell of a sweat, slipping and sliding around and she didn’t care if body squeaks or burping sounds were coming between them.

All she cared about was getting to the end that was building so high inside of her and trying to claw its way out.

When Seth’s breathing started to increase, she knew he was close, so she yanked on his hair and pulled his head back, looked into his eyes and said, “Send me over right now.”

He started to move faster, his hands planted on the bed on both sides of her face, his mouth crushing hers.

It was primal and aggressive at this point and she was loving every minute of it.

Loving it more when that build-up she’d had started to spin up and let loose.

Her body tensed and then went limp as he continued to pound into her, then collapsed down.

His breathing was heavy in her ears, along with his weight on her body, but she wasn’t minding any of it.

17

Other Priorities

Seth felt like he just climbed Mount Everest at a sprint and couldn’t remember if his body ever felt this depleted of energy before.

“Now I know what the cork of a champagne bottle feels like,” Ava said, her hand running up and down his back.

He took that as a clue to move off of her. “If you’re the cork, then I’m the empty bottle,” he said and flopped over.

She rolled and half lay on him, her forearms on his chest, her head on her hands, her hair all disheveled from his fingers and the workout they gave each other. “Did I wear you out?”

“I’d like to think we wore each other out but in a good way,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

He was gliding his fingertips down her face and over her hair. “I’m feeling pretty darn good and relaxed,” she said. “And you? I don’t know if this had more meaning for you than me.”

And just like that his smile faded like a deflated balloon squeaking uncomfortably loud in the room. Maybe he was jumping the gun when he shouldn’t be and this was all laid back. “I’m fine,” he said, rolling away from her and standing up to take care of the condom.

He stayed in the bathroom a few minutes longer cleaning up and then running water over his face, wondering where his mind went wrong and how he could have thought this was more than casual when she obviously didn’t.

When he came back out she was sitting in his bed with his shirt on, her back to the headboard. She patted the bed. “Come here. I think what I said you took wrong and I