Chapter 15 – Riley

Ava is still on top of me, her breath warm against my lips, her fingers trailing lazy, featherlight touches along my jaw. My body is still humming, every nerve alive, sensitive, aching for more.

She shifts, straddling me, her thighs pressing against my hips, and the sight of her—flushed, tousled, utterly wrecked—makes my chest tighten with something deeper than just desire.

She looks at me through half-lidded eyes, her lips swollen from kissing, and I don't think I've ever wanted anyone more than I do right now.

Ava leans down, brushing her lips over mine, soft at first, then deeper, hungrier, like she wants to drown in this moment. I slide my hands over her waist, gripping her hips, holding her close, relishing the feel of her bare skin against mine.

"Riley," she whispers, and there's something different in her voice this time, something softer, more vulnerable.

My fingers tighten on her waist. "I've got you."

She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine for a second, before she finally guides me inside her, sinking down, inch by inch.

A shaky gasp leaves her lips, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her body trembling as she takes me deeper.

"Fuck," I hiss, my head falling back against the pillow. The heat of her, the tight, wet warmth enveloping me, is almost too much.

Ava stills for a moment, her breathing ragged, her nails biting into my skin as she adjusts. I run my hands up her sides, over her ribs, pressing soothing circles into her skin, wanting her to know she's safe, that she's mine.

Then, slowly, she starts to move, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

I groan, my hands flying to her waist, gripping her, anchoring myself as she rides me, each movement sending a fresh wave of blistering pleasure through me.

She's so beautiful like this, her back arching, her head tipping back, her mouth parting in a breathless moan. My stomach clenches at the sight, at the way she's completely lost in this, in me.

I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, holding her close as she moves, burying my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her skin, breathing her in.

Ava whimpers, her fingers threading through my hair, her hips rocking deeper, needier.

"I—God, Riley—" Her voice is shaky, edged with desperation.

"I know, baby," I murmur, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, guiding her movements, thrusting up to meet her.

She shatters against me, her body tensing, her nails scraping down my back as she comes apart, her moans turning into a broken, desperate cry.

The sound undoes me completely.

I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me, and she barely has a second to catch her breath before I'm thrusting into her again, deep and slow, chasing my own release.

Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer, holding me there, and the intimacy of it—the heat, the closeness, the way she's holding on like she never wants to let go—pushes me over the edge.

I groan her name, burying my face in her neck as I come, my entire body trembling with the force of it.

For a long moment, we just stay like that, tangled together, bodies slick with sweat, breathing uneven, hearts pounding in sync.

Then Ava tilts her head, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my jaw.

"You're so deep in me," she murmurs, running her fingers through my hair, her voice soft, almost awed.

I lift my head, looking into her eyes, and what I see there—the emotion, the rawness, the need—makes my chest ache.

"I don't ever want to be anywhere else," I whisper.

Her breath catches, and for the first time, she doesn't hide behind a smirk or a teasing remark. She just pulls me down, kissing me slow, deep, full of something neither of us are ready to say out loud yet.

But I know.

And I think she does, too.

Ava's moans are like music, filling the air as she rocks her hips, taking me deeper with every slow, deliberate movement. I can feel her nails scraping against my shoulders, her fingers digging in, like she's trying to hold onto something solid while she falls apart.

Her head tilts back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat, and the sight of her—bare, flushed, lost in pleasure—makes my chest ache with something deeper than lust.

I reach up, cupping her face, guiding her lips back to mine. The kiss is deep, slow, filled with heat and something raw, something neither of us can name just yet.

"Riley," she gasps against my mouth, her breath shaky, her body trembling as she rides me harder.

I groan, my fingers tightening around her hips, helping her move, guiding her pace, matching her rhythm. Every roll of her hips sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me, the heat between us building, consuming, unstoppable.

Ava whimpers, her hands sliding into my hair, gripping tightly, her thighs trembling as she grinds down against me, finding just the right angle, the perfect pressure.

Her breathing is ragged, her body taut, her muscles clenching around me. She's so close, and I can feel it in the way she starts to tremble, in the way her rhythm falters, becoming desperate, erratic.

I shift beneath her, thrusting up to meet her movements, and she shatters.

Ava cries out, her entire body arching as waves of pleasure crash over her, her nails digging into my skin, her thighs squeezing around me, her breath catching in broken gasps.

The sight of her coming undone above me, the feel of her wrapped so tightly around me, is enough to send me spiraling after her.

With a groan, I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me as I drive into her, slow and deep, drawing out every last pulse, every last tremor.

She moans against my lips, her hands gripping my arms, pulling me closer, anchoring herself to me.

"Don't stop," she whispers, her voice raw, desperate.

"I won't," I murmur, my forehead pressed against hers, our breaths mingling, our bodies still moving in a slow, intimate rhythm.

I can feel it building again, that pressure, that heat, and when Ava arches against me, her lips brushing my ear as she moans my name, I finally let go.

I groan into her neck, my entire body tensing, pleasure crashing over me in waves, leaving me breathless, shaking, completely wrecked.

We collapse together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync, our breaths coming in uneven gasps.

For a long moment, neither of us speaks, lost in the aftermath, in the warmth, in the way we still fit so perfectly together.

Then, Ava lets out a soft, breathless laugh.

"You're crushing me," she teases, running her fingers through my damp hair, her voice warm and affectionate.

I huff a weak laugh, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before rolling us over, keeping her close, unwilling to let go just yet.

She snuggles against me, resting her head on my chest, tracing slow, lazy circles on my skin with her fingertips. The room is quiet, filled only with our slowing breaths, the occasional flutter of our heartbeats.

I don't say anything. I just hold her, memorizing the way she feels in my arms, the way her body fits against mine, the way her fingers keep moving like she doesn't want to stop touching me.

And maybe I don't want her to.

Maybe, for the first time, I don't want this to end at all.