Who knew she had it in her to make them? Not her. She had no idea that the cries and moans Regan pulled from her were even possible. How did she even know how to make these noises? And then she didn’t care because another wave hit and there was only color exploding behind her eyelids, like fireworks in her mind.
How long did it take her to come down? For her hips to settleback onto the mattress? For her breathing to decrease to something that wasn’t near hyperventilation? For her to be able to swallow and move her fingers and feel her legs?
“Did I black out?” she finally asked, and she could feel Regan chuckling, her head resting against Ava’s thigh.
“I don’t think so? But maybe.”
She covered her eyes with a hand and shook her head, embarrassed. Regan moved, she could feel her weight shift, and then her hand was tugged away from her eyes and Regan’s beautiful blue ones gazed at her.
“Don’t do that,” she whispered. “You were gorgeous, and the fact that I played a part in making you feel that good is the highest of honors. Trust me.”
Ava swallowed, the lump in her throat appearing out of nowhere, and to her horror, she felt her eyes well up. She squeezed them shut and turned her head away. Oh God, was she nowthatgirl? The one who cried after an orgasm?
“An honor,” Regan said again, stressing the word. She settled in next to her, propped her head on an elbow, and stroked Ava’s collarbone with her fingers.
Ava opened her eyes again and met Regan’s gaze, the fingers still stroking her skin. She searched Regan’s eyes, looking for anything—off. Anything that said her words weren’t genuine, thatshewasn’t genuine. She found nothing but openness.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey, sexy,” Regan said back, and her smile lit up the room.
* * *
It had been a long time since Regan felt comfortable sleeping with somebody. She wasn’t talking sex, she was talking actual sleeping. She’d gotten used to sleeping alone, so when somebody else was in the bed with her, she tended not to sleep very well, her brain absently wondering at this other presence, extra limbs, too much body heat.
That wasn’t the case with Ava, and she didn’t really understand why. But there was something comforting about being wrapped up in her, about being wrapped around her. She felt warm and safe andcontent lying next to Ava—and what a weird thingthatwas to say. You know what else was totally weird—but also totally awesome—to say?
She’d made love to Ava Prescott.
She’d had Ava’s naked, writhing body underneath hers. Ava had begged her for release, then asked if she’d passed out, it was that good. Was Regan pretty pleased with herself? Absolutely. But also, Ava wasn’t a conquest. No, Regan would never—could never—think of her that way. No, Ava was something more. She was something special. Regan just wasn’t sure how special yet.
She had drifted off to sleep, she was pretty sure. And how did she know this? Maybe because she was pulled back up from that gentle slumber by a soft, tingling feeling of pleasure, a slight pulling, a slight tugging, and when she opened her eyes, Ava was propped up next to her with a nipple in her mouth, gently sucking on it.
She had to swallow down the surge of pleasure that threatened to pop out of her throat before whispering, “Well, that’s probably the best way to wake up ever.”
“Yeah?” Ava asked, then moved her hand to the other nipple. “How about this?” And she worked both nipples simultaneously. The rush of wetness to Regan’s center was not subtle, and she pressed her head back into the pillow, because holy shit, it all felt so good.
She sighed out a quiet groan. “That’s…yeah, that’s awesome…”
Ava shifted so her weight was a bit more on Regan and slid a knee between Regan’s legs. “I feel bad that I fell asleep on you, so I thought it was time to make it up to you.” Ava’s voice was low and gravelly, and so fucking sexy that it sent another surge of wet to Regan’s throbbing center.
“I am perfectly okay with that.”
“Yeah?” Ava pushed her knee up into all that wetness, and Regan’s groan was louder. “Oh my. You clearlyareokay with that.”
“Uh-huh” was all Regan could manage through her ragged breathing. Her hips began to pick up a rhythm as if they had a mind of their own, and Ava rocked with them, slowly and sensually. Then she shifted from Regan’s nipple to her mouth and kissed her, hard and with intent. It was very clear who was driving this train, and it was not Regan.
She was perfectly okay with that, too.
Ava’s fingers slid between her legs and into the hot wetness there, and oh my God, Regan was shocked the top of her head didn’t blow clean off, the sensation was so intense. Even the simple mental image of Ava’s long fingers stroking her ratcheted her arousal up about a hundred levels. She was enjoying that when Ava pushed her tongue into Regan’s mouth and her fingers into Regan’s center at the same time, and Regan’s entire body felt like it had burst into flames. She grabbed at the back of Ava’s head, trying to pull her in closer, harder, deeper, as she lifted her hips and grabbed Ava’s wrist, trying for the exact same things. She rocked hard, fast, keeping with the rhythm of Ava’s hand, and when Ava added another finger, filling her to capacity, she tumbled over the edge, wrenching her mouth away from Ava’s so she could release the cry that had been building in her chest for what felt like hours but had actually been only minutes. The climax tore through her, tensing all her muscles and filling her with pleasure.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, as her blood stopped racing and she was able to breathe again. “Holy shit.” When she opened her eyes, Ava was smiling down at her, fingers still tucked snugly inside Regan. She wiggled them, and Regan gasped, then laughed softly, reached down, and eased them out. “Holy shit,” she said once more, just to say it again.
“Three holy shits,” Ava said. “I will take that. I will take all of them.”
“Well, you should, because holy shit.” Ava shifted her weight and Regan lifted an arm. Ava tucked herself in so her head was pillowed on Regan’s chest and sighed with what sounded like absolute contentment, and it warmed Regan’s heart. “That was amazing,” she said with quiet awe.
Ava looked up at her. “Agreed. Sorry it took me so long to return the favor.”
