Ava
Chris’s warm member throbbed between my legs, hovering just out of reach. His hands roamed over my bare skin with growing urgency, his palms branding me with their heat. I let out a helpless whimper, silently begging him not to wait any longer.
Smirking, Chris rolled us over so that I was pinned beneath the solid weight of his body. He growled low in his throat—a purely visceral, possessive sound.
I arched my hips into him shamelessly, my nails raking over the flexing muscles of his back as he trailed scorching kisses along the column of my throat. Finally, after what felt like far too long, he thrust himself into me in one swift motion—causing my breath to force itself out of me in one strained gasp.
Our bodies moved together in a feverish frenzy. Chris’s broad body eb
