Chapter 13 – Ava

Riley is breathless beneath me, her chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven gasps. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with need, and there's something about seeing her like this—undone, waiting, wanting—that sets my blood on fire.

I run my hands over her stomach, feeling the way her muscles tense beneath my fingertips. "You always take care of me," I murmur, leaning down to press a slow, teasing kiss just below her collarbone. "I think it's time I return the favor."

Riley exhales sharply, her hands gripping my hips. "Ava—"

"Shhh." I smirk against her skin, trailing my tongue down the center of her chest, lower and lower, feeling her body arch toward me, desperate for more.

I kiss down her stomach, slow and deliberate, watching the way her breathing stutters. When I reach her waistband, I flick my gaze up, meeting her eyes. She looks wrecked already.

I hook my fingers into the fabric and drag it down, agonizingly slow, watching as she lifts her hips to help me. My heart pounds in my chest, my own body aching with anticipation, but I'm not rushing this.

I want to savor her, just like she did to me.

Sliding my hands over her thighs, I press soft, open-mouthed kisses along her inner leg, teasing, waiting, loving the way she shudders beneath me.

"You're teasing me," she groans, voice wrecked.

"Maybe," I whisper against her skin, grinning when she exhales a frustrated moan.

But then I stop playing.

I press a slow, lingering kiss exactly where she needs it most, and she gasps, her whole body tensing beneath me.

"Ava—fuck," she moans, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on.

And I give her everything.

She arches, her moans growing louder, her thighs trembling as I work her up, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. I love the way she writhes, the way she loses control, the way she says my name like it's the only thing keeping her grounded.

She's so beautiful like this, so raw and undone, and knowing I'm the one making her fall apart only drives me harder.

Her moans turn desperate, breathless, her fingers tightening in my hair as her body tenses, shudders, and finally breaks apart beneath me.

She cries out my name, back arching, and I hold her through it, kissing my way back up her body, savoring every trembling gasp.

Riley's still breathless, her skin flushed, her heart hammering against mine. She blinks up at me, dazed, like she can't quite believe what just happened.

I smirk, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "How was that?"

She lets out a shaky laugh, pulling me closer, rolling us so she's on top again.

"I think," she murmurs, pressing her lips to my throat, "you just started something you're not ready to finish."

And just like that, we're lost in each other all over again.

Riley's body is still shaking beneath me, her breath ragged, her fingers tightening in my hair like she needs something—more, deeper, longer. And I give it to her.

I press my mouth against her again, this time with more intent, more control. Riley gasps, her hips jolting, and I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I drive her higher.

Her moans are louder now, more desperate, her body completely under my control.

"Fuck, Ava," she chokes out, her fingers tangling even harder into my hair.

The sound of her voice, the way it breaks with pleasure, sends heat pooling in my own core. I press deeper, my tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes, loving the way she bucks against me, helpless to stop herself.

Riley is completely undone, and I'm the one doing this to her.

The realization makes my own thighs clench, makes my own breath hitch. I flick my tongue just right, and she shatters beneath me, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.

I don't stop.

I keep going, pushing her through the aftershocks, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure. She's trembling, panting, lost in it, and I'm not letting her go just yet.

When I finally pull away, she looks wrecked—her body lax, flushed, utterly spent. I kiss my way back up, soft, slow, lingering, feeling the way her chest rises and falls erratically beneath me.

She blinks at me, dazed, her lips slightly parted.

"Holy shit," she breathes, voice completely wrecked.

I smirk, running my fingers over her stomach, teasing. "I take it you liked that?"

She laughs—a breathless, shaky sound—before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down for a desperate, hungry kiss. Her hands slide down my sides, over my hips, her fingers gripping me possessively.

"You have no idea what you just started," she murmurs against my lips, flipping us so I'm beneath her now.

A thrill shoots through me as she presses her thigh between my legs, her touch rough, demanding, needy.

I gasp, and Riley smirks.

"My turn," she whispers, kissing her way down my body.

And then, just like that, I'm the one coming undone.

Riley's body is still trembling beneath me, every muscle taut as she struggles to catch her breath. Her skin is flushed, warm, and damp, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven gasps. I press soft kisses along her collarbone, savoring the way she reacts to every touch, her body still humming from the high I just gave her.

She exhales sharply, her fingers skating over my back, tracing idle patterns as if she's trying to regain control of herself. "That was—" She stops, swallows hard, then lets out a breathless laugh. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

I smirk, dragging my lips up her throat, enjoying the way her pulse skips beneath my mouth. "If I was, you'd be thanking me for it."

Riley lets out a deep, satisfied groan, shifting beneath me so she can cup my face, her fingers sliding into my hair. "You're too cocky for your own good, you know that?"

"Maybe." I press a soft kiss against her jaw. "Or maybe I just like knowing what I do to you."

She lets out a low, wrecked sound, tilting her head back against the pillows. "God, you're dangerous."

I grin, moving lower, trailing my fingertips across the sensitive skin of her stomach, feeling the way she shivers under my touch. "You love it."

Her response is a breathless moan, and then suddenly, she moves—quick, fluid, and full of purpose. Before I can react, she flips us, pinning me beneath her, her thighs straddling my hips, her eyes dark and smoldering.

My breath catches, my fingers instinctively gripping her waist as she leans down, brushing her lips against my ear. "Now it's my turn."

A shiver runs down my spine at the promise in her voice, low, teasing, full of something dangerous and thrilling.

Riley drags her lips down my neck, taking her time, tasting, teasing, letting her fingers wander. My breathing grows uneven, my pulse hammering as her mouth moves lower, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses down my chest.

She's in no rush, making me wait, making me ache, and it's driving me insane.

"Riley," I breathe, arching beneath her.

She smirks against my skin. "Impatient?"

I let out a frustrated groan, trying to shift beneath her, but she presses a firm hand against my stomach, holding me still.

"Stay still," she orders, her voice silk and steel all at once.

A fresh wave of heat rolls through me, my body tensing in anticipation.

She slides lower, her breath hot against my skin, and then—finally—she's exactly where I need her.

The second her mouth meets me, I gasp, my fingers tangling in the sheets as pleasure erupts through me, sharp and overwhelming.

"Oh, fuck," I choke out, my back arching off the mattress, my hands flying to her hair, needing something to anchor myself.

Riley hums against me—the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through my body—and then she goes to work, slow, deep, deliberate, tearing me apart piece by piece.

I can't think.

Can't breathe.

All I can do is feel, and it's too much, too good, too intense.

She grips my hips, holding me down when I start to squirm, and I can barely process the words she murmurs against me, teasing, promising. "You're so fucking perfect like this."

I let out a helpless moan, my thighs trembling, the heat coiling in my stomach, winding tighter and tighter until—

"Riley," I shatter, pleasure crashing over me so hard my vision blurs, my body trembling violently beneath her.

She doesn't stop, dragging it out, taking me through every last pulse of pleasure, keeping me on the edge of consciousness, floating in the haze of her touch.

By the time she finally moves up, pressing her body against mine, I feel like I might just melt into her completely.

She presses a lazy, satisfied kiss against my lips, grinning against my mouth. "Still cocky now?"

I laugh, breathless and exhausted, pulling her closer. "You might have just killed me."

She smirks, brushing her nose against mine. "Payback's a bitch."

And then, just like that, we fall into another kiss, lost in each other all over again.