<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He reached for her hand, his finger interlocking with her own. The gentle squeeze was such a tender gesture, one that made the frenzy of butterflies return to her. As much as she believed that it was his intent to tease her to test her resolve, she knew in that moment that it was more than that. He was being careful and considerate, pouring every ounce of adoration into each movement. Her hold on his hand tightened in her own as he dipped back down, lips colliding with hers in a heated kiss. She needed that tension to brace herself for the rough pump of his hips that followed. Her breath hitched in her throat at the unexpected surge of pleasure, the amazing depth he reached. Against his lips she moaned, a lustier sound than the tame coos and whimpers that she released up until that point. She could hardly believe it came from her, that she was even capable of making such wanton sound. It was followed by more, every thrust punctuated by one of those erotic notes as he established a slow rhythm. Ava was overwhelmed with pleasure, from the deep penetrations and the delightful stimulation of his hand as it enveloped her breast.<br/>
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The firm grip had her breath catching yet again, and paired with the sensation of his fingers playing at her pink bud her head was swimming. After the enticing nip he treated her lower lip to, she allowed him to lift her up, positioning her in his lap. A shiver ran down her spine as her hips were flush to his, the entirety of his length inside her tight, slick depths. His hands firmly cradled her plush cheeks, gripping them greedily as his hips began to thrust once more. Ava was stunned at first, the sheer pleasure so immense that she was almost paralyzed by it. Her hips raised slightly as her back arched, the little adjustment sending his hard length deeper. It was a new sensation, the same but differing as his cock stroked places within her that made her ache even more.  Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to simply enjoy the feeling of his hard, rhythmic penetrations before she felt the encouragement of his motions, provoking her hips. She obliged by doing just that, lifting her ass to bring it down and meet the upward thrust that drove his cock into her. Following his lead, she matched his pace and the moans that had quieted while she was too shocked with pleasure to react began to return. <br/>
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With her chest pressed to his the bouncing motion of her hips persisted. The low groans that rumbled in his chest, and the impassioned sounds she released, was joined by the clap of their bodies. Easily the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. Though she had long forgotten the bottle of wine they ordered, she was certain it was simply waiting by the door. Whoever was tasked with bringing it up to them was surely warded off by the indecent noises behind the door. Ava would have made no moves to retrieve the bottle even if they were brave and bold enough to dare knock on the door. For too long she waited for the moment when they would finally be able to have the intimacy she craved. There was no chance that she would even entertain an interruption. The hotel could have been burning down, and chaos would have ensued, and she would have continued to indulge in every sensation he had to offer. She was finding out that there were a number of them, each one designed to drive her mad with lust. <br/>
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But, none compared to the closeness she felt to him. They hadn’t known one another long, and she was already falling for him. A soft smile appeared on her lips while his face was buried in the crook of her neck. She pulled back a bit so that her hand could rest against the side of his cheek, so that her eyes could meet his. Ava leaned in, ready to claim his lips when she caught sight of one of his many scars. The lustful haze in her bright hues seemed to lift like a veil of fog. She wasn’t concerned with the imperfections. She didn’t mind them, and she much too distracted with the continuous waves of pleasure that she experienced to really study them. The one her eyes were fixed on made the movements of her hips slow, still rising and falling sensually, but she was visibly distracted. Her attention was torn between rough pumps and the unsettling mark near his shoulder.</span>