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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

GYRIK

Ava tilted her head, giving me more access to her neck. It gave me hope that she hadn’t changed her mind.

I knew I’d upset her enough that she’d wanted to run, but I didn’t know how. It was too late for running, though. She’d asked me to live with her…asked if she could kiss me.

Get naked, Gyrik.

Sex. Yes or no?

When we reached the bathroom, I stopped in front of the mirror and lifted my head to look at her. She was perfect. Soft. Rounded in all the right places.

“It makes me uncomfortable when you stare at me like that,” she said, meeting my gaze. “Can you put me down?”

My arm tightened around her, and I kissed her neck again.

“Do you want me to release you because you don’t like being held or because you're afraid?”

“Neither. I’m embarrassed and want to cover up.”

I groaned against her skin, understanding the problem. Humans loved to cover themselves.

“You’re the first female I’ve seen without clothes.” Using my free hand, I lightly ran my fingers over her shoulder and down her side. “Everything about you fascinates me. I want to touch and kiss you everywhere. I want to learn what you like and what you don’t like. But I can’t do that if you run from me and cover yourself.”

I palmed her breast and tested the sensitivity of her nipple. Her lips parted, and her gaze became unfocused when I gently plucked at it.

She shivered in my arms.

“Are you cold?”

“No.”

I dipped my head to her neck to test her responses there. I knew she liked my kisses, but I found she liked my teeth even better. She relaxed in my hold as I explored her for a few more moments.

“Do you still want me to put you down?” I asked.

“No.” Her hands clutched my forearm under her breasts as her head fell back to my shoulder, as I carefully left a red mark on her skin.

“Mmm. My brave Ava,” I said, kissing the indent between her shoulder and neck.

A soft whimper escaped her. I used my teeth. She whimpered louder, and her legs twitched.

“Sex. Yes or no?” I asked, repeating her words.

“Yes,” she breathed.

I released her nipple, which I’d been toying with, and turned on the shower. While the water warmed, I focused on the other side of her neck and skimmed my free hand over her belly.

She tensed even as her lips parted with a sigh.

“If you tell me to stop, I will,” I said, even as I doubted myself.

I needed a taste of her, no matter how small.

My mouth watered, and I glanced up to watch my hand in the mirror. That tuft of brown hair between her legs mesmerized me. For so long, I’d yearned to see a pussy for myself, and now that I had, I couldn’t look away. Hidden by soft curly hair and with a scent that begged for my tongue, it was as beautiful as my brothers had claimed.

If she hadn’t panicked, I would have already been feasting.

Moving slowly and distracting her with small bites on her tender neck and shoulder, I moved my hand to that hidden valley. When I reached it, I used my fingers to part it for my view. My cock bucked at the glistening sight.

I ran my fingertip over the little bump my brothers promised would bring a female great pleasure. Ava’s unsupported legs twitched against mine as she whimpered and moved her hips, pressing into my touch.

“Shower,” she rasped.

I turned toward the water, tested it, and decided it was warm enough. The second I had us in the shower, I spun her around and dropped to my knees in front of her. Her hands grabbed my shoulders, and she widened her stance to steady herself.

“What are you?—”

Her words died abruptly as I dove for the taste I needed. It was slightly sweet, a little salty, and absolutely addicting. I lapped at her pretty little pussy from bottom to top, long strokes of my tongue that didn’t miss a drop of her essence.

“Oh my God,” she said, gripping my shoulders tighter.

My cock wept at the sound of her voice, and the telltale warning at the base of my spine grew as she repeated the words several times.

I knew from my brothers it was a good phrase that meant she was praising my skill at tasting her. When she said it twelve times—a number Ghua promised was perfect—I used my tongue to explore her opening. It squeezed me as I pressed my tongue upward, using firm pressure to lick there.

Ava’s fingers tangled in my hair, and her knees bent as the channel around my tongue began to quiver. My cock throbbed. Her keening cry echoed in the tiled space. It was the most beautiful sound. As beautiful as the pussy trying to suck my tongue.

With a grunt, I released into the bottom of the shower.

Before her pussy pulses stopped, I replaced my tongue with my fingers. Merdon swore during a female’s release was the perfect time to trick a smaller pussy into accepting more than it thought it could. And Ava’s pussy felt very small. Thankfully, two of my fingers slipped in easily. Her opening fought the addition of the third one until I lightly circled her clit with my tongue.

She made a tortured sound even as she pulsed anew and accepted the third finger.

“Look at how good you are,” I said, hoping she couldn’t hear my desperation to be inside of her.

She shivered in response and took my fingers deeper.

“Yes, just like that,” I said. Then I kissed her clit lightly because it was there and so pretty.

She whimpered and moved her hips on my fingers.

“Do you want more, my sweet Ava?”

“Yes.”

The pleading word drove my need to feel her around my cock, but after Allison’s story about Hanno hurting her because he went too deep, I was worried about doing the same to Ava. And once I was inside of her, I knew I wouldn’t want to stop for a long time. I wanted to stay buried inside of her for the remainder of the day.

“Turn around and brace your hands on the wall.”

Some of the haze cleared in her gaze. “Wait…what?”

I withdrew my fingers and kissed her mouth again until she was pliant against me.

“Trust me, Ava. Put your hands on the wall.” As I spoke, I guided her hand to the wall, keeping her under the warm water. “Let me see how well your pretty little pussy can take me.”

Her cheeks flushed as she slowly turned away from me.

I reached around her, cupping her with one hand. She squeaked when I lifted her, and her hands slid against the wall.

“Uh, I?—”

With one arm supporting her waist, I replaced my hand with my cock.

Her moan joined mine as I slowly entered her from behind. Her body squeezed me better than her palm had. The ache in my testicles returned as my fingers found that little nub. I circled around it, coaxing her body to accept more of me.

When her passage started to resist, I gently rolled it between my fingers with very light pressure. She jolted in my arms, bucking even as her pussy relaxed to allow more.

“That’s it,” I said, my voice strained. “Just like that.”

She shivered and tried moving against me. I maintained control of the depth, though, easing her onto me even as my eyes wanted to roll back in my head.

When my hips firmly pressed against her ass, I withdrew and repeated the process several times until her body no longer resisted me. With each pass, the tingling need for release intensified.

“You’re so perfect, Ava,” I said. “Does anything hurt?”

She shook her head.

“Good.”

That was the last word I said before the sound of skin meeting wet skin filled the shower.

I came inside of her three times before she found her second release on my cock. She weakly clung to me as I washed her then carried her to our bed.

Her eyes fluttered open when I kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose.

“My perfect Ava,” I said tenderly. “Stay here. Rest. I’ll get you something to eat and drink.”

I returned with a glass of water and a sandwich. While she ate her sandwich, I feasted on her. She’d tried to tell me I didn’t need to, but I proved how much I did. After her third orgasm, I set aside her forgotten sandwich and eased inside of her from the front this time.

“Your pussy feels so good, Ava,” I said, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. “Should we see how much it wants to accept?”

It took every inch.

Ava was asleep on my chest and drooling on me. I loved it. The sun hadn’t yet risen, but the sky was growing lighter. Unfortunately, I knew she wouldn’t be ready to wake up for hours yet.

How could I miss her even when she was sleeping on me? I wanted to talk to her, see her smile, hear her laugh, and just enjoy her companionship.

Her soft snores were almost as good, though. Soothing.

I smoothed my hand over the arm she’d slung across my stomach. She sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer, her knee brushing over my cock.

Suppressing a groan, I glanced at the water glass and empty plate waiting on the bedside table. I wanted to stay and cuddle with her until she woke, but I also wanted to have her breakfast ready for her when she opened her eyes. She hadn’t eaten much food the day before.

After kissing her forehead, I eased out from under her and went to the kitchen. I knew what Ava really missed eating for breakfast because she’d mentioned it during one of our talking breaks last night. Pancakes. With real maple syrup. She’d stressed the “real” part.

I found the pancake mix from the picture on the box. The syrup confused me, though, because I wasn’t sure how to tell if it was real or not.

Leaving the house quietly, I jogged to Ryan’s house and knocked on the door. Brog answered it after a few moments.

“Is Ryan awake?” I asked.

“Not yet.”

“Do you know if this is real?” I held up the bottle.

Brog glanced at it and said, “I’ll wake up Ryan.”

Ryan shuffled out of his room a few minutes later. “Hey, Gyrik. How are things going with Ava?”

“Good. She showed me her pussy many times yesterday.”

“That’s great. So, why are you here and not there?”

“She wants real maple syrup. Is this real?” I held out the bottle.

“Nope. That’s the fake stuff. I’ll take it and trade you for the real stuff. The real stuff usually has a maple leaf on it somewhere.” He returned with a different bottle from his kitchen and showed me the leaf. “Some people like the real stuff. Some people prefer the fake stuff. The real savages don’t like syrup at all.”

Brog looked at me. “I don’t like syrup.”

I grunted because I’d tasted what was in the bottle before coming over and hadn’t liked it either.

Ryan grinned at both of us and handed over the bottle. “Bring Ava over to the red greenhouse as soon as she’s done with breakfast. Since she has some seeds, I’ll assign her some space she can use.”

“I will. Thank you, Ryan.”

“Anytime.”

I jogged back to the house and had many pancakes made by the time I heard Ava moving in the bedroom. She appeared in the hallway, smoothing down her hair with her hands.

“Good morning, my Ava. Are you sore?” I asked, watching her walk.

“A little.”

“I’m sorry. I promise to be more careful today.”

She stopped patting her hair and stared at me for a second.

“Um, I’m starting to understand where Allison was coming from yesterday.”

My heart clenched in fear.

Ava chuckled and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“I’m still not going to share you. We just might need a few more timeouts today. I didn’t realize that your stamina while running also carried over to bedtime fun. Now, what are you making me?”

“Pancakes.” I kissed the top of her head and hugged her in return, loving how she felt in my arms. “With real maple syrup.”

“You are so perfect, Gyrik.”

I smiled widely, glad I’d gone to Ryan’s house.

“After you eat, Ryan wants to show you the red greenhouse. He’ll assign you an area to use for your grandpa’s seeds.”

“Perfect.”

I stacked two pancakes on a plate for her while she went to the table and pulled one of the seed binders closer to her. As I set her plate and syrup beside her, she opened it and started laughing.

“What is it?”

She pulled a small note from one of the clear pockets that held three seeds.

“It’s a note from my grandpa to my mom. It says, ‘Don’t throw these away this time. Quality seeds are hard to buy.’

“They’re marijuana seeds. He even labeled the strain.” She shook her head, still smiling. “I hope Ryan’s okay with pot plants.”

“He’ll be okay with anything,” I promised her.