<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Ava lost herself in the feeling of his tongue stroking at her clit, the gentle suction of his lips as he tasted the sweetness that only continued to come from her. With her eyes closed she focused on his every motion, body tensing and shuddering as a ripples of pleasure moved through her. While focusing on the immensely gratifying sensations, she could feel his eyes on her; watching and reacting to the erotic sounds of praise that escaped her and the way she quivered. Quickly he was learning what drove her wild, but her self-control had long since abandoned her. Even the heat of his breath was enough to make her ache, the satisfied hums that emitted from him creating soft vibrations against her sex that had her tingling all over. The was practically dizzy with pleasure when he managed to pull away, leaving her breathless and shivering. She instantly missed those gentle penetrations and the hot lashes of his tongue, but as her eyes opened and she saw him standing at the edge of the bed staring down at her as he rid himself of his belt, she knew that she wouldn’t be without him long. The Hunter returned to her, climbing onto the bed between her parted knees. He removed his shirt, and briefly her eyes stared longingly at the impressive physique beneath despite all its imperfections. <br/>
<br/>
She couldn’t study them long, unable to identify the various scars that marked his body before he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Tilting her head back, she breathed a sigh of relief, like his lips had put out a fire when it was quite the opposite. They made her hot all over, each needy suckle and press a new blaze on her skin. As his hands moved to rid her of the thin material, she lifted her arms above her head, making it easier to pull from her. All her clothing removed he could admire her in all her provocative glory; appreciate the sensuous curves of her hips and ample, luscious breasts, accentuating her petite waist. Completely bare herself, she became eager for his body to match hers. She reached between them, hands going to the button of his jeans before he began to pull them down. His boxers were the next to go, and without them he was as naked as she was. For the week that they were apart, she imagined this very moment, the closeness and the affection incomparable to anything she could have ever fathomed. Her desire for him was even more than she could have anticipated. On every level possible she wanted him; physically and emotionally. Ava wrapped her arms around him, a soft smile on her lips as he brought a hand to the side of her flushed cheek. It was such a tender gesture that her heart fluttered, the anticipation that once had it beating against her rib cage like a captive animal subsiding for as their eyes met. <br/>
<br/>
She felt at ease, completely relaxed beneath him even as his warm tip glided up and down her slick womanhood. When it pressed to her entrance she didn’t tense right away, not until she felt the pressure of his length inching its way into her tight hole. The resistance of her walls caused some discomfort, not enough for her to dare stop him and nowhere near enough to even entertain the thought. Though her brows drew in slightly, her features subtly displaying some signs of pain, the lustful expression she wore was the prevailing emotion. Her lips parted, a soft moan shuddering out of her as he sank himself deeper and deeper slowly-- so slow that she was almost certain that he was teasing her again. She would have swore it if it weren’t for the stifled groan that he bit back; his first display of a weakening restraint. Ava couldn’t help but be curious to know what that looked like, to hear the sounds of his pleasure unrestricted by whatever was holding him back. As he finally hilted himself into the warmth of her sex, still clinging to his thick shaft while she adjusted to his length and girth, she captured his lips.<br/>
<br/>
She poured everything into the passionate kiss, all her feelings made apparent in the way she savored his lips. She believed that she would never grow tired of the taste of him, already addicted to the swell of sensations that accompanied the act. While the ardent kiss persisted, whatever discomfort she experienced from his entry began to subside, giving way to a powerful rush of need. Ava couldn’t seem to help the gentle rocking of her hips, each small, rolling motion making her tight pussy squeeze his hard length. Pressing her lips together, she hummed softly, the feeling of his cock inside her nothing short of pleasurable. “Wes . . .” She whispered, her hand traveling from their place around his shoulders to rest against his back. Her fingertips kneaded his flesh, trying to encourage his hips to move, to satisfy the ache that had returned in full force. “ . . . Please.” Her breath feathered across his lips, their faces but mere centimetres away as her forehead pressed to his. Another impassioned kiss claimed his lips, sensual and punctuated with an enticing nip. "Don't tease me . . I need you . ." He was driving her crazy, so much that she was willing to beg if it meant that he would end her 'suffering.'</span>