body. The walls of her pussy clenched, and the throb intensified. Cupping both breasts, she experimented by running the pads of her thumbs over her nipples, and moaned as a thrill washed through her.
She trailed a tentative hand down her belly and slipped a finger over the front of her panties. Her hips bucked as she touched her clit.
Um, okay. Wow.
Ava closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the pillow and traced soft circles over her swollen bud.
Yeah, definitely good.
For long seconds she played, deliberately blanking her mind. If she thought this through too deeply, she’d begin to make associations with sex and love and marriage and pain, and right now, she didn’t want to. For once, she just wanted to run with the sensations Jared had stirred in her.
Jared. Her childhood crush. Her best friend. And the man who’d made her remember she was a woman—with womanly needs.
Was it terrible to think of him as she dipped her hand beneath her panties and found her bare clit? Was it bad to relive his kiss as she moved her finger lower, sliding it over her pussy lips?
They’d both been aroused. For the second he’d hauled her into his arms, his erection had pressed against her belly. His actions had scared the bejeepers out of her then. Now, the memory of that erection made her belly flip with excitement.
She slipped her finger between her pussy lips, and warm moisture oozed onto it.
Ava was wet—for Jared.
Her heart pounding, she slid her finger over her slickened folds and back up to her clit. The tentative touch was too hesitant. Too uncertain. She needed more pressure, more focused attention.
She needed to…come.
Her breath caught.
That was exactly what she needed. Tension built inside her, making her pussy pulse. Her inner walls clenched, as though seeking something to grasp.
She plunged a finger inside, and a surprised, “Oh,” burst from her as gratification erupted.
She’d forgotten. Repressed all memories and thoughts of sex. And in the process, failed to recall how damn much she liked it. Loved it. How responsive her body was to stimulation. And how incredibly amazing she could feel.
How could she have forgotten?
She stroked her finger in and out, her belly spasming in response. And then she plunged another finger in, stretching her walls.
God, she was tight, as though lack of use had made her shrink. But she was wet enough that her thrusts only enticed and tantalized, the pleasure spiraling.
Ava pressed the heel of her hand against her clit, relishing the build and the climb. Relishing the freedom she found in touching herself. She’d missed this physical satisfaction. For too long she’d denied it.
She would deny it no more.
Thanks to Jared, she was well on her way to experiencing her first orgasm in almost a year.
Jared, her beautiful, kind, tender, sexy friend.
Jared, whose brown eyes shone with affection every time he looked at her.
Jared, whose declaration of love had stunned her, and whose lips and tongue had set her on fire.
Jared, whose balls—once she’d become aware she was holding them—had fit all too well in the palm of her hand.
Jared… Jar… Jared!
Oh God. She was coming. Climaxing so damn hard… to thoughts of her best friend. Rapturous pulses thumped through her pussy, her muscles tightening around her fingers. Her clit throbbed wantonly, her body jerking in time with her orgasm.
Her thighs clenched tight, tighter still, until a hoarse groan was wrenched from her throat.
Long seconds later, when the tremors had ebbed and her muscles had relaxed to goo, Ava collapsed back against the sheets, her breath coming in harsh rasps.
God, that had been decadent. And delicious. And so damn good.
Good enough that she might just have to do it all over again.
Chapter Six
“Jared?” Ava blinked at him over the glass display case of her shop. “What are you doing here?”
The sight of her walloped him in the gut—just like it always did.
She trailed a tentative hand down her belly and slipped a finger over the front of her panties. Her hips bucked as she touched her clit.
Um, okay. Wow.
Ava closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the pillow and traced soft circles over her swollen bud.
Yeah, definitely good.
For long seconds she played, deliberately blanking her mind. If she thought this through too deeply, she’d begin to make associations with sex and love and marriage and pain, and right now, she didn’t want to. For once, she just wanted to run with the sensations Jared had stirred in her.
Jared. Her childhood crush. Her best friend. And the man who’d made her remember she was a woman—with womanly needs.
Was it terrible to think of him as she dipped her hand beneath her panties and found her bare clit? Was it bad to relive his kiss as she moved her finger lower, sliding it over her pussy lips?
They’d both been aroused. For the second he’d hauled her into his arms, his erection had pressed against her belly. His actions had scared the bejeepers out of her then. Now, the memory of that erection made her belly flip with excitement.
She slipped her finger between her pussy lips, and warm moisture oozed onto it.
Ava was wet—for Jared.
Her heart pounding, she slid her finger over her slickened folds and back up to her clit. The tentative touch was too hesitant. Too uncertain. She needed more pressure, more focused attention.
She needed to…come.
Her breath caught.
That was exactly what she needed. Tension built inside her, making her pussy pulse. Her inner walls clenched, as though seeking something to grasp.
She plunged a finger inside, and a surprised, “Oh,” burst from her as gratification erupted.
She’d forgotten. Repressed all memories and thoughts of sex. And in the process, failed to recall how damn much she liked it. Loved it. How responsive her body was to stimulation. And how incredibly amazing she could feel.
How could she have forgotten?
She stroked her finger in and out, her belly spasming in response. And then she plunged another finger in, stretching her walls.
God, she was tight, as though lack of use had made her shrink. But she was wet enough that her thrusts only enticed and tantalized, the pleasure spiraling.
Ava pressed the heel of her hand against her clit, relishing the build and the climb. Relishing the freedom she found in touching herself. She’d missed this physical satisfaction. For too long she’d denied it.
She would deny it no more.
Thanks to Jared, she was well on her way to experiencing her first orgasm in almost a year.
Jared, her beautiful, kind, tender, sexy friend.
Jared, whose brown eyes shone with affection every time he looked at her.
Jared, whose declaration of love had stunned her, and whose lips and tongue had set her on fire.
Jared, whose balls—once she’d become aware she was holding them—had fit all too well in the palm of her hand.
Jared… Jar… Jared!
Oh God. She was coming. Climaxing so damn hard… to thoughts of her best friend. Rapturous pulses thumped through her pussy, her muscles tightening around her fingers. Her clit throbbed wantonly, her body jerking in time with her orgasm.
Her thighs clenched tight, tighter still, until a hoarse groan was wrenched from her throat.
Long seconds later, when the tremors had ebbed and her muscles had relaxed to goo, Ava collapsed back against the sheets, her breath coming in harsh rasps.
God, that had been decadent. And delicious. And so damn good.
Good enough that she might just have to do it all over again.
Chapter Six
“Jared?” Ava blinked at him over the glass display case of her shop. “What are you doing here?”
The sight of her walloped him in the gut—just like it always did.
Similar Books
It's Always Darkest Before the Fridge Door Opens: Enjoying the Fruits of Middle Age
Phil Callaway, Martha O. Bolton
