Waiting for Me by Ava Claire Page A

she made when
     I sunk into her warmth. The excitement that flickered in her eyes when I told her
     to flip over so I could take her from behind.
    Lust consumed me. She’d obeyed the command without hesitation. Giving in. Her surrender
     made her pussy that much sweeter. My eyes skated down, rounding the curve of her pert
     little breasts, caressing her smooth stomach, and lingering on her sex. It was partially
     covered by the sheet, golden curls highlighting the way back to her. Back to the warmth
     that made my cock so hard that rational thought and the rules that dictated my no-strings-attached
     sex life became irrelevant.
    I had to have her.
    I had to taste her.
    Almost as if I’d said the words aloud, she stirred again, the sheets falling away.
     Her gentle snore got caught on a moan and the sound went straight to my cock. From
     the way she writhed, opening her thighs and licking her lips, she was having quite
     the dream.
    I smiled, positioning myself at the end of the bed. I would show her that reality
     had her wet dreams beat.
    I rained kisses up and down her calf, my lips skimming her skin. She was waking up,
     a yawn and sniffle giving her away.
    “Kisses?” Her voice was thick with sleep. “You sure know how to wake a girl up.”
    I gripped her knees and yanked her thighs open. Her gasp was shocked—and aroused.
    “Are you—”
    “Oh yes,” I answered in between kisses, her muscles responding to me. Tightening as
     she arched her body toward me.
    Even though her body betrayed her, she still goaded me. “And what if morning oral
     wasn’t my th—” Her final word was clipped as my tongue drew closer to her inner thigh.
     To her core. “W-what would you have done?”
    She clearly wanted to feed me her pussy, vaulting herself closer to my lips, but I
     restrained myself. She wasn’t the first submissive who tried that game, tempting me
     to give in.
    I smirked. She wanted to talk? We could talk. I’d make her squirm, hanging on every
     word so the second my tongue touched her, she melted.
    “What do you think?”
    She propped herself on her elbows, eyeing me with a mix of surprise and impatience.
     “I think you’d do it any way. Because you’re the man, and I’m the woman and all that
     caveman BDSM stuff.”
    I didn’t take the bait, instead, leaning closer until my lips lingered deliciously
     close to her slit. “I’d do it, because I know what you need.”
    She was panting, her juices a fragrant tease of how amazing she’d taste. “And what’s
     that? W-what do I need?”
    “You need a man to take charge. To take what he wants.”
    She was trembling. I was planning on waiting until she squirmed, but my self restraint
     abandoned me when she whispered my name.
    “ Logan .”
    I spread her open with my fingers and my tongue dipped into her. Her juices were like
     honey, matching the melody of moans that flowed from her lips. They changed pitch
     when I lingered on her clit, tongue swirling furiously around the swollen nub.
    Every sound she made echoed through my body. The blood in my veins was replaced by
     white hot desire, fueling me with one sole purpose: giving her pleasure. I should
     have rose up and put the solid, rock hard bulge that impaled the mattress where it
     belonged; where my mouth was currently exploring. I longed to replace the tongue that
     pumped in and out as she shuddered, overloaded with pleasure. It was my routine, bringing
     my woman to the edge, then slamming my cock inside her. Then when she was writhing
     and wild, I allowed my sub to come.
    But not Melissa. I wanted her to come. I wanted to taste her release.
    My tongue left no part of her quivering warmth untouched, my fingers pumping in and
     out at a fevered rhythm. My cock raged, wanting, needing to be inside her. Control slipped away as Melissa swirled her hips. It was a brazen,
     decidedly un-submissive move, yet I growled with approval, replacing my fingers with
     my tongue.
    I devoured her