His hands on my ass shove my pelvis firmly against his, and I feel his hips straining toward me. He’s already got a healthy erection that I can feel growing every second. My eyes widen and he chuckles.
“Feel what you do to me?” he whispers. “I’m gonna have to get you back for that.”
He smiles as he gives his hips a little roll, rubbing the length of his shaft against my pubic bone. Even through our clothes I can feel the friction and heat working over my clit, and have to dig my fingers into Bane’s arms to keep my legs from buckling.
“Oh my god,” I moan, “Yes, please do.”
“I’m gonna fuck you, baby.”
“Yes.”
Old Ava would say this is foolish, reckless, and insane. But Old Ava doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Old Ava was never trafficked, protected, or saved from certain death. Old Ava never had a man fight for her, kill for her, risk his life for her.
“God, Bane,” I moan, “I need you.”
He presses his erection against me even harder, the pressure building to a nuclear reaction between us. He closes his mouth over mine, biting gently on my lips with his teeth before his tongue digs urgently under mine. One of his hands slides up my back and cradles my head, holding me steady while his tongue plunders my mouth. It’s so intense and I can’t pull back; his arms hold me hostage.
The heat builds up on our lips as the kiss deepens and grows more sensual. I’m having trouble breathing as my nerve endings scream all the way to the tips of my nipples and down to my toes. An uncontrollable groan escapes my throat. Bane grunts in answer and breaks the kiss enough to move his hand from the nape of my neck to my breast.
His fingers singe me through my clothes. Holding my hips against his, Bane rushes me back until we slam against the tile wall of the shower. His hands impatiently push up under my dress until his thumbs are rolling over my nipples, the rough touch of his callused hands rubbing them into sensitive peaks. I can feel wetness spreading between my legs, and crazed pleasure building up. Bane pinches almost painfully on my nipples and rolls his tongue deep in my mouth.
“Oh god…” I moan.
The pleasurable pain, his hot lips, and the crushing pressure of his erection against my clit make me writhe in ecstasy.
“Wow,” he breathes, pulling back. “You’re fucking fire. Better than I pictured. And I pictured this a lot. A lot, a lot.”
“I’m not gonna lie, Bane, I did too. I wanted you before, but now I need you.”
I lean in to kiss him again but he shoves me against the wall, away from him. His grin takes on a predatory quirk.
“I know what you need.”
Gripping my hips on either side with his hands, Bane presses me against the shower wall and sinks to his knees in front of me. My dress is already bunched up around my waist, and I remember belatedly that I’m not wearing any underwear.
His mouth is on my inner thigh, tracing a path of kisses to my clit.
“Mmmm…” I moan.
The tip of his tongue spreads my tender flesh apart, fire sears through my body and I almost jump out of my skin as he licks firmly at my clit. He moans into me, wrestling my hips still again and relentlessly running his tongue slowly up and down, forward and back over my clit. The wet sounds of his mouth against my pussy driving me wild.
“Holy shit,” I groan. “That feels so fucking good…don’t stop…”
He works up to a steady rhythm, each lap of his tongue intensifying the violent pleasure and desperate need building inside me. He’s taking his time, like he’s drinking me. My eyes roll closed and my breath comes in jagged gasps. I’m lost in every movement of his tongue, curling my fingers in his hair and moaning with each lick as warmth spreads from my clit and melts through my legs. His tongue starts moving in circles, teasing me, and I laugh as I look down at him. He’s watching me, eyes twinkling mischievously.
“You taste like heaven,” he says.
“That feels so good, Bane—” I moan.
I can hardly finish saying his name, though, before he moves one hand between my legs and starts to stroke me intimately, sliding his fingers along the wet lips of my pussy. His tongue increases speed just as he pushes inside me with his fingers, finger-fucking me and eating me out at the same time. The combined pressure and stroking spiral through me like fireworks.
“Oh god!” I wail.
He never lets up, accelerating his speed and increasing the pressure of his fingers and tongue until I lose myself. I’m moaning and grabbing at the walls for balance as a slow-rolling orgasm builds and builds through me, tingling through my limbs and intensifying to a fever pitch until I erupt like a volcano.
“Bane! Right there, baby! Right there!”
He pushes his finger further up, covering me with his tongue as I buck and gasp into him, my mind and body fragmenting into tiny pieces of passionate frenzy. My vision goes white and my body feels weightless. When I come back to earth I’m still sizzling, and I can still feel Bane’s strong hands caressing me.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he moans, pushing up to his feet. “I could lick your pussy all day, you turn me on so much. Feel.”
He grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock, guiding me to rub him as his other hand continues to stroke the throbbing, wet slit between my legs.
“Once I get you to Canada, maybe I will…” he whispers. “Maybe I’ll just handcuff you to my bed and eat you out to my heart’s content. I want days and weeks alone with you, Ava.”
He takes a step back, lancing me with his intense eyes. His eyes tell me everything he’s thinking, everything I want to know, and a shiver of fresh anticipation and desire works through my body from spine to skin.
“Let’s just worry about right now,” I say. “I want to make you cum.”
“Is that all you want?” He grins at me wickedly.
My heart is still pounding from my orgasm, and something more; thing is, I still can’t say that I’m not afraid of him. I’ve seen him with other women. He’s an outlaw biker. I’ve just watched him kill two men with his bare hands. I know he’s being sweet to me and I know I am crazy about him, but deep down I’m frightened by him.
Bane licks his lips and traces his eyes along my figure.
“Take off that dress,” he orders. “I want to see you.”