<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">A smile graced her lips as she worked at the buttons, his amusing apology diffusing some of the nerves and the anxiousness. Her hands were a bit steadier after, making short work of the buttons till there were no more to be undone. Ava only had a moment to let her palms appreciate the defined physique beneath. Her hands glided up his stomach, trailing against the carved rows along his abdomen. She was just about to reach his chest, ready to push the shirt from his shoulders when a gentle push sent her down to the bed. Her body hit the comfortable mattress, the spring of it making her bounce softly. Dark locks fanned beneath her, the lovely waves resting on her shoulders and across her chest. The pleasant pressure of his body rested atop of her, his lips seeking hers out. Happily she met them with the same fire, her tongue sensually encouraging his own. She just couldn’t seem to get enough of him, not when he teased her with playful nips and kisses that only served to make her desire more. Despite enjoying the way his hands roamed her provocative silhouette, and how his lips peppered her neck with hungry kisses, she found herself envious of his patience. He was so calm as he lifted her shirt, the thin ivory fabric no longer a veil over her breasts. Her breaths were deep, yet shaky as she quivered at his touch, the firm squeeze of her plush mound making her sink a perfect row of teeth into her lower lip to stop the erotic sound that threatened to come from her.<br/>
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Her lips parted at the gentle pinch of her sensitive, pink bud, a soft gasp at how wonderful it felt. Paired with the hot trail of kisses that moved down her stomach, she was wondering how she would withstand the pleasure. Ava opened her eyes, staring over her luscious, perky peaks to see the mischievous smirk that he wore. If she was in her right mind she would have challenged that intent of his, perhaps tap into some reserve of self-control to deny him the pleasure of seeing her squirm. But, she was all out of that, having depleted what restraint she had in simply making it to the hotel room. Still, she realized that he was purposely taking his time with her, enjoying every second that she was at his mercy. All she could do was watch as he used his teeth to pull at the delicate string of her panties, beginning to tug them down her smooth legs at an agonizingly slow pace. Ava resisted the urge to expedite the process, stilling her hips and hands so as not to reveal just how desperate she was. It didn’t matter. Once her panties had been removed he would be able to see just how worked up she was. Her thighs parted, and she was glistening with wetness. As hot, teasing kisses moved closer to her womanhood, her heart rate climbed. “Wes . . .”<br/>
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She meant for his name to sound more like an admonishment, to stop him from teasing her further, but the way it rolled off her tongue sounded more like a beg for mercy. Ava wasn’t tormented for too much longer, his lips finally reaching her needy core. A blissful sigh escaped her at the feeling of his tongue flicking against her pussy. Though it was a new sensation, it was just as taunting. While she stopped herself before from displaying just how badly she needed him, she couldn’t seem to do the same now. Her hips moved gently, movements that she tried to stifle. Her hands clenched at the bedding, and her eyes closed, lips still parted as she drew deep breaths. Her expression was beautifully lustful as she savored every lap of his tongue. A finger pressed into her slowly, her warm, wet confines welcoming it tightly. Ava let out a soft whimper, a melodic sound of pleasure that she couldn’t help if she tried. The sensation of his finger inside her and his tongue pleasing the aches that she suffered was amazing. So much that she was left wanting more yet again, and the gentle sounds she made-- though still quiet-- became more frequent. <br/>
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His tongue seemed to hone in on the places that caused her gentle writhing, stroking at them to make her release those deep breaths and erotic sounds. As she opened her green eyes, still hazy with desire, she watched him watching her. Studying her closely. Whatever stubborn part of her didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making her a puppet to her carnal impulses, she saw the benefit of letting her body show him exactly what drove her wild. A part of her was hesitant to do it, though she very much wanted to. She and the Hunter had been very open with one another over the last week, and over messages they talked about anything and everything. Intimacy only made up a very small fraction of that, limited to innuendo and jokes. While she could always tell him what she wanted, she realized that she was in the perfect position to show him. A hand released itself from the material she clenched, moving to gently rest against his blond hair. Each time he licked a particularly sensitive spot, her fingers moved through his hair. Those strokes persisted the more he learned her, the tender caresses encouraging his tongue. </span>