Ava’s POV
He stood over me. Tall. Breathing heavy. His chest rose and fell fast. Sweat glistened on his skin under the low lamp light. As he stripped down, his c**k stood thick and hard—veins pulsed dark along the shaft. The cap flushed deep red. Wet. Pre-c*m beaded at the slit, caught the light.
He climbed onto the bed. The bed dipped deep under his weight. He sank his knees into the sheets on both sides of my hips. Heat rolled off him—thick, and musky. His shadow covered me completely.
He came down slow. His bare chest brushed my breasts first—hot, damp skin against mine. My n*****s dragged across his chest hair. Tingled sharp. Then his mouth found mine. Hard. Loud. Wet as our lips crushed. Tongue pushed in deep—hot, and demanding. Tasted salt, sweat, champagne, and his blood. His tee
