27 Truths: Ava's story (The Truth About Love Book 1) by Mj Fields

moment, and when they open, I see something different. Less control.
    He runs his nose across my hip bone, inhaling deeply. His teeth lightly scrape from one hip to the other, and then …
    “Oh, God,” I gasp as his tongue strokes down my inner thigh.
    I hear a soft growl as he inhales more deeply this time. “You smell so fucking good, Ava. I’m gonna love this.”
    “Teeeee!” I cry as he pushes his tongue inside of me, and I grip his hair as I feel my legs tremble. “Oh, oh, oh.”
    He moves his mouth to my clit and sucks hard as I fall into a million drops of rain, landing softly on his tongue as he laps at the storm’s aftermath, making an almost purring sound as he does.
    He doesn’t stop, and I am sure I am going to die. I’m going to die from the amount of pleasure his tongue and mouth are giving me. I’m going to die from the way he looks up at me as he licks my most sensitive and private parts. I am going to die from the need he exudes with that look. I am going to die if he doesn’t stop, and I’m going to die if he does.
    When I am unable to produce a sound, move an inch, or keep my eyes open, he kisses up my body. His lips hit mine, and I can taste myself. I can smell what I know without a doubt is me on his breath. And between my legs, I can feel his erection pressing against me.
    His eyes are lighter, softer, sweeter. Even though he has yet to come, the look of relief is written in his eyes. Eyes that don’t hide anything from me.
    “T?”
    “Ava?”
    “I want you to feel how I do right now.”
    He pulls my hands free of the scarf, and then takes one of my hands between us, holding it against his heart. “I’m feeling really fucking good right now.”
    “T?”
    “Ava?”
    “Can you let my legs loose?”
    “Shit.” He laughs. “Of course.” He sits back on his heels and unties my legs.
    After my legs are free, he rubs from my ankle to upper thigh. Then he does the next.
    When he is done, I sit up, my legs still trembling around him, and take a deep breath as I unbutton his pants.
    His hand covers mine, “Ava?”
    “I can’t make any promises to you. I’m kind of going through something. Everything in my head is kind of a mess, but for the past hour,” I shake my head. “Things were good. So good.”
    He sighs and I look up, “I’m not drunk anymore, T, and I’m not a child, and I want you to feel like I do.”
    “How’s that?”
    I shrug and kind of laugh. “Wonderful.”
    He smiles then closes his eyes as I run my hands slowly up his thighs, watching his chest rise and fall more rapidly.
    I reach the hem of his tee and lift it up slowly. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he raises his arms.
    When the shirt is off, I see the shadow of his bare chest in the moonlight. His body is more muscular than I thought it would be.
    I drop his shirt on the bed and run my fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling him into a kiss. It’s slow, unhurried, and deeper than before. Our tongues caress one another’s in a dance that feels like … It could go on forever.
    I rise to my knees, and he rises to his. I release his hair and unbutton his jeans before pushing them down.
    He leans into me, forehead to forehead, eyes to eyes, bare chest to bare chest.
    “You’re kind of stunning, you know,” I whisper as I look in his eyes.
    “Thank you, Ava,” he whispers back.
    I put my hands on his narrow hips and suddenly realize they are shaking.
    “You okay?” he whispers.
    “Yes, of course. I don’t know why—”
    “You’ll figure it out,” he interrupts, saying it with a soft confidence.
    I close my eyes and let my hand drift slowly down his body until I have him in my hands.
    My eyes pop open when I try to wrap my hand around him, and I look down.
    “That’s fucking stunning, aye?” he says, and I look up into a smile that is playful and very confident … for good reason.
    “A, B, C—the whole damn alpha—”
    He laughs as he kisses me and grabs my ass,