Last Chance (Mojito & Raivh)

"No problem." Green eyes gazed at the television as she watched Jason Biggs finish off another bit. His motion caught the attention of her eye as she watched his take his third brownie before darting her focus back on the movie. The lack of noise in the room had her look at Bryce's side of the sofa watching as he stood up. The sight of his looming figure shrouded in the light of the television from behind with a look that speared her as she gazed into his eyes they sent a small wave of chills dancing across her flesh. Obediently she stood up from the sunken in leather cushion with his assistance.

Benign fingers glided around the contours of his waist and trapped themselves around his masculine body. A purr of compliance sounded from behind her pink pursed lips. Her body stood on the tips of her toes and chin arched as she looked up into the scheming green eyes, wanting those lips that spun jests into an alien for of seduction. Ava bit back a moan as he squeezed a handful of her ass in each of his hands. His idea was tantalizing. Pictures formed in her head before her lips could even manage to form words.

"A loop hole in your mom's plans?" A lopsided grin formed upon her lips at the very mentioning of his mother at this moment. "You are a horrendous tease Bryce Miller." It was a fact. The slight sign of moisture forming between her legs was a testament to that certainty. She looked up with a lax half smile and pressed the palms of her hands to his chest before pushing her way out of his clutches and turning her back to him and peeling her dress over her head leaving her body dawning nothing but her black laced bra, thong, and knee high socks. The grey cotton mass was thrown over her shoulder and held there, like a man's tuxedo jacket, with one hand as she walked in the direction of the bathroom.

She hung her dress on the towel rack and grinned as she left him behind. She wasn't completely vulnerable around Bryce. With one hand she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her partially nude form bent over into the shower and pulled the knob to turn on the water and then turned the shower head on. Slender fingers moving beneath the water and testing the temperature until it was warm enough. Her mind darted n how much time they would possibly have. When Ava's parents got together with Mrs. Miller, they could talk for, what seemed like, hours.

His already broad grin went another fraction of an inch wider at her comment, and then wider still when she pressed her palms flat to his chest, pushing him away. Starving eyes flitted erratically up and down her body as more and more skin and her lacy undergarments were revealed to him. The muscles in his throat tightened and his jaw flexed. It was more than difficult for him to stand there, gawking at her, and not take the few strides it would have been to snatch her into his arms and drag her down to the floor.

A moment after he gathered half of his mind, the part controlling his motor skills, he moved. Long legs carried him swiftly down the hall, into the bathroom. He froze and felt his already painfully heavy balls gain what felt like an additional ton each. “Shit,” he breathed out on one long sigh. Not bothering to kick the bathroom door shut behind him, he yanked his shirt over his head, kicked his sweats off, and shuffled closer to her, hands gliding along her flanks, green eyes staring down the left side of her body.

“Is the water warm?” he mumbled, kissing the nape of her neck and turning her slowly to face him. A stoic expression was painted on his countenance, though the flames that leapt from his green eyes as he looked down her body sent a different message. “Good god. I don’t think I could get any closer to heaven and hell at the same time.” He licked his lips, imagining her pert nipples in his mouth. Swallowing, he caught her eyes and pressed his mouth roughly to hers, a powerful kiss promising what he’d denied her earlier that night. Slowly, he began to descend her body, hands tracing down her figure to her hips.

Nothing but the tip of his nose and his breath grazed between her breasts, over her stomach, and the soft patch of curls between her legs. He could smell her sweet arousal, and his mouth watered, craving the taste of her on his tongue. He could savor her flavor soon. Glancing up her body, he pressed a kiss to the inner portion of her right thigh as he began working her stocking down to her ankle, off her foot. He cast it aside and did the same to the left, slowly pushing the thin material down before casting it aside with the other.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of getting you in a shower with me, Ava?” he asked. “How many times I’ve woken up with a dick so hard, the rest of my body was numb?” Moistening his lips, his stare locked with hers, he curled his fingers into the edges of the tiny, lacy black thong she wore, and pulled it down to the floor.

He rose to his feet, stealing a kiss from her lips before lifting her into his arms, cradling her to his chest. “I hope you weren’t expecting a quick shower,” he said with a grin, stepping under the stream of water, still in his boxers. The cascading water made the fabric cling to his pronounced erection, which he pulled her against the moment he set her on her feet in front of him. His hands slithered down her spine, stroking over the soft flesh of her rear. One slid to her hip, the other between her legs, hooking a finger inside of her from behind and swirling it inside of her once. He retracted his hand and stepped back, smirking, and slid his saturated boxers down his muscled thighs, over his calves, and tossed them out of the shower. They landed on the tile floor with a heavy slap, and he claimed her lips in a slow, deep kiss.

His primal cry at the sight of her body only made the grin grow. The temperature of the water was as warm to the touch as she wanted. The calloused pads of his fingers leaving the feeling of fire in their wake. His lips pressed against the nape of her neck stalled her heart for a second, maybe twelve. The was a small fear keeping her eyes from directly looking at whatever hunger lay pooled in those enchanting green eyes. She wanted to hold onto what little sanity she had, to enjoy the feeling his erogenous touch and kisses.

Like a beacon, there was no avoiding them. Those eyes were ablaze with a swelling hunger that seeped what lust remained hidden within through her very pores. Composure was now torn asunder with a passionate core rocking kiss from those tempestuous lips she had damned half the time. Breathing solely through her nose, with lax lips, and hungry green eyes watching as Bryce paid homage to her body with his warm breath. The very spot where he had kissed her thigh there felt a shot of lighting passing from nerve to nerve in that very area.

Her front teeth got a small taste of her own flesh as she bit and moistened her lower lip as a natural instinct as emerald eyes fell upon what she had waited just as long for. Bryce was overdue and she would have her hunger satiated this time. The hunger behind those equally green eyes challenged her own thirst for this moment. Warm water continued to shower and the dampness filled the air. She took a hard swallow as he questioned her knowledge of his hunger and desire for this moment. The lace and frill now sat in a pool at her feet and her nude for was all his to take in. "I guess we'll have to fix that then." She could hardly talk. The tightness in her throat was a slight pain unforeseen until the words left her lips.

Another deep moan escaped her lips and was fed to his own as he possessed her lips once more. A little shriek was fed from her lips and into his own as she was hoisted into his arms with little effort. Her arms wrapped around his neck as they entered the steamy shower. Water plastered her long ebony locks to her creamy skin. Her eyes closed as he pressed her body and molded it to his. Bryce's hot and steeled pride, waiting in patient anticipation just below that simple cloth about his waist, pressing hard against her, letting her feel the beat of the man waiting before her like an open invitation.

Ava reveled in his body, his very touch. She felt her mind slipping into a haze, one she welcomed. She purred with anticipation as his fingertips skated down her spine. She let out an "ah" of pleasure slip out as his finger invaded her tightened body. "How do you do that?" she asked. He wanted him to kiss her to, take all thought away. To drown her in his honeyed taste. He didn't disappoint. Wet hands slowly grazed the sleek contours of his muscular form. The brawn of his back held tightly beneath her fingers as she pressed herself close to his form.

Hands on her hips, Bryce held her against his body as she pressed closer, leaving no space for a sliver of light or air to pass between them. His erection throbbed against her warm lower belly, aching to be buried balls-deep inside of her. Heart pounding, his hands slid from her hips to cup her lush backside, strong fingers kneading soft flesh before his grip firmed and he half-growled, half-groaned into their kiss. His patience was waning, his instinct overwhelming. Every ounce of blood in his body was focused on one area alone, and he could feel that numbness start to seep into his skin. Fire and ice warred within his veins.

His hands clamped down on her hips, and in one smooth motion, he lifted and trapped her against the tile wall at the back of the shower. A split second later, he hooked his elbows in the crook of her knees, spreading her open until she was completely at his mercy. Green eyes bore into hers as he fitted himself at the entrance to her slick folds. The warm, moist heat of her was almost enough to make him come. He gritted his teeth, shifting her weight and sending just the tip of his iron-hard shaft inside of her. Chest heaving with each breath he took, a bull readying for the charge.

Pressing a hard kiss to her lips, his buttocks flexed and his hips flew forward, crashing into hers as he buried himself full-length in the scalding hot depths of her silken chamber. A victorious, primal grunt sounded low in his throat. Sipping, sucking, and teasing her lips with his tongue, Bryce began to move in steady, slow but powerful thrusts, the girth of him rasping along her swollen passage with each stroke. A condom was forgotten this time, and the sensations that wracked his body were amplified.

Breaking the kiss, he buried his face in her neck, the water from the shower pelting his back, and he groaned. “Ava,” he gritted out, stilling inside of her. His eyes were blurred with lust as he lifted his head, but he could clearly see the beauty in the face of the woman he loved, his girl. He gave a fleeting thought to alerting her that he needed to pull out, find a condom, but then his mind flashed back to the broken one from their first night. Green eyes on hers, he remained unmoving despite the painful throbbing of his erection lodged inside her and the agonizingly tight and heavy sensation in his balls. There wasn’t much time before he would come just from the feel of her enveloping his engorged shaft—sixty seconds, tops—and he was frozen where he stood.

The masculine feel of Bryce's hands cupping her hips with naturalness, pert nipples pressed against his chest, and hungry fingers of both hands delving into the terrain that was his body only to come to a standstill at the base of his spine. The primal sound of his raw desires synchronized with the harsh beating of her heart and the tightness of her chest. Her willingness to endure only the feeling of his skin searing touch and not to mention the pulsating elongated flesh pressed hard, naught but a few blasphemous inches from the moist entrance that beckoned the full feeling of his lance buried up to the hilt within it's rightful sheath.

Through the mist one could smell the mingling perfumes of their sexes. Hell broke loose. The soft skin of her back pressed to the warm tile wall, lips parted releasing what air lay behind those kiss swollen lips, followed by a low hungry moan as her knees were elevated and arms fastened around his neck. Heavy and jagged breathing along with rattled nerves dancing on the edge of insanity. Eyes closed tight for what felt like heartbeats later and her head fell to relax on the solid surface of the shower wall. Her lips formed the word 'yes', but no sound escaped. Her moist folds enveloped the heated tip of his sex, her body stretching to accommodate his girth.

Within seconds her eyes opened at the invitation of his lips delving deep and feasting on the moans the vibrated from deep within. Intuitively, her back arched as he pierced deep within and fulfilling the connection she had craved for what felt like eons. The breaking of their kiss provided her with a moment to practice breathing before her mind would completely forget such a seemingly simple task. The ridges and bare flesh of his sex grinding the walls that encased and pumped soft sighs a whimpers from her ever parted lips. "Yes..." she whined with hands cradling the back of his head, fingers splayed.

The lack of motion did nothing to diminish the passion that continued to stir her hungry loins. Half opened eyes gazed pleadingly into his own. No logic was left in her mind. She was teetering on the edge of a sweet release. Nails gently dug into the skin of his back as hands slid from his head when he gazed at her. She was a picture of his handy work, kiss swollen lips, the breathing of a woman too long denied. She could see the thought in those eyes, but she wanted it gone. "Please....please don't..." the tightness in her chest swallowed the remainder of her words. She now buried her face in the crook of his neck and held on tighter, like nothing could continue to exist if she let him go. "I love you Bryce..." Her speech was muffled and hot spoken words were whispered against his neck. Ava sat up and gazed before she placed a loving and lingering upon his lips. Please don't leave me. A small annoying voice whispered in the back of her mind, revealing the underlying truth of her words. She not only wanted to seal the deal between their bodies, but she never wanted to leave his side. If they were going to go through with this fantasy, they should go all the way, or so she thought.

His body shuddered, the feeling of her nails pressed to skin of his back more than good. Her whimpers and soft, panted breaths were lyrics of an age old song that drew the most primal part of his being to the surface. When she spoke, pleading with him as his gaze stayed hers, his body remained unmoving, and if he could have kicked himself in the gut at that moment, he would have. His teeth were still gritted tightly together, even as her breath spilled in hot, desperate bursts against his neck and she held tighter to him. He swallowed hard when she lifted her head and her eyes met his before her lips graced his with their sweet taste. God, he loved the way her soft lips gave against the slightest pressure from his own. A small shift of his body and a slight thrust sent him burrowing deeper into her body as he ground against her.

“Ava.” His voice was deep, rough but understanding and full of love as the balm of her body wrapped around his shaft. He stilled once more, pressing her into the wall until he knew she would be absolutely helpless to accept anything and everything he was prepared to give her. A spark of male pleasure flashed in his eyes as he began to thrust, slow to start. Quickly, his pace accelerated, shafting into her until his breathing was ragged, heavy, uncontrolled. Electric pulses ran the course of his body and colors exploded in his mind. Determined to take her over the edge first, he bit back the urge to come, cursing into the air around him.

Staggering his feet, he pressed her knees impossibly higher, wider, and drove his steely erection until the tip nudged against her womb. “Damn it!” he growled, teeth scraping over her neck. His control broke, providing her with four more knee-buckling thrusts that sent him slamming at the mouth of her womb on every one. On the last, he held high and deep inside of her and threw his head back on a roar. His engorged rod expanded and exploded, blasting her inner sanctum with several surges of his scalding seed. He shook as he spilled inside her, struggling to stand let alone thrust as her body milked his softening length for all its worth.

“No condom,” he huffed, freeing himself from her body and lowering her to the ground, as if this would be news to her. “Shit, Ava…” Licking his lips, he furrowed his brow and kissed her with controlled fervor, holding her naked form against his own in a possessive embrace. Prying his lips from hers, he slid his hand into her ebony locks, the wet strands clinging to his flesh, and stared at the wall that he’d just taken her against.

The skin of her flesh pressed hard against the damp tile wall. No room for movement on her end. Fullness neared its timely end as the tip of his shaft thrusted deeper and deeper into her womb. Nails digging deeper and deeper and sliding along the surface of back, etching a piece of her every building passion on her lover's vessel. Marking him as her own. Head tilted off to the side. Eyes pressed shut, unsuccessfully blocking the fireworks of colors blinding her emerald eyes. Chest heaving with harsh and jagged breaths. "Yes!" Her body involuntarily writhed between his body and the tile wall.

Seconds later, Bryce cursed his limit as her mind and body continued to drift in another universe where he too would soon join. Her flight was sustained as his hot and heavy moans combined with the earthy musk that filled the room. The throbbing of his shaft signalling his inevitable release. Hot liquid arrows shooting into the belly of her womb. A feeling she had long desired to come to fruition. Mind and body slowly ebbed back to reality. Weaked kneed and disheveled, the only thing that kept her on her feet were the strong steel bands wrapped about her body.

Leisurely her breathing returned normal. Panic did not settle into her mind. Solutions had been long since thought of should this blissful moment every truly happen. "Bryce..." She whispered as he held her body close. The love of her life, her best friend, and partner in crime. "Why are you so bothered by this?" Slender hands framed his face. Those gentle emerald eyes piercing her deep to the very heart that they tugged upon. "It's called a morning after pill..." Her own eyes betrayed her love for those firm and possessive lips of his as she continued to speak in her tender tone. "We had better get dressed." Yet again her body betrayed her very words as she made no effort to do as she had just suggested.

His breathing slowed as she spoke and took his face in her hands. Thoughts raced through his mind, wondering if she’d taken that pill the night after they’d first had sex. He was sure she would have if she’d felt the condom break, but she hadn’t mentioned anything about such knowledge. Licking his lips, he nodded slowly, accepting her reasoning for him not to worry. His real interest didn’t revolve around consequences at the moment. Her scent, the sight of her, how she looked at him with eyes still so full of desire, lust; these were what he focused on. She was his world, and he would be leaving her soon. The concept was enough to make his heart rate accelerate as adrenaline pumped through his veins.

Shaking his head slowly from side to side, disagreeing with the idea of dressing, he scooped her into his arms and stepped from the shower, leaving the water running. Long legs carried them over the tile floor onto the carpet in the hallway, and that was as far as they made it. Lowering her to the ground, he rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips. Chest at her back, hands on her hips, he could feel the heat of her body radiating into his, mingling. One hand went to her breasts, cupping and squeezing, as he primed himself at her entrance. Concern about when his mother might show up was long gone from his mind.

Teeth raked the length of her spine, leaving a red trail in their wake that he soothed over with his tongue, licking through the beads of water that littered her flesh. He stroked her flanks, and gripped her hips, pulling them back and impaling her on his shaft in one swift movement. Breaths heaved from his chest, pouring over her skin as he nipped at her ear. Sheathed in her body once more, he grinned from ear to ear.

“I’m not ready to get dressed,” he growled, reaching a hand between her legs to stroke her clit in slow circles, the pressure a light tease. “I just want to see if we can make it to the bedroom so we’re not fucking in the open.” Even as he spoke, he withdrew from her slowly, only to push at the same agonizingly slow pace back in as he rubbed her slick clit.

Ava swallowed a breath as she was hoisted by his muscular arms. Wet skin clinging to wet skin. Clear orbs dripping from the angles of his face. This would be the last night they would have together for a horribly long time. It was heart wrenching, but this moment would not be diminished by such thoughts. Accommodatingly her pliable body moved at his will. Not a single objection would damn her lips, weither they were caught or not. The texture of his calloused fingers pinching and rubbing upon the soft and hypersensitive skin of her nipples shot lightning bolts down her body in the very direction of her pelvis.

Her very body responding to his touch, moistening for what it hoped would be another mind rocking union between the two. While the build up was agonizingly slow and riddled with a sweet delicious feeling of his mouth and hands working her like a piece of dough, he didn't disappoint. She closed her eyes. She caught the hint of further fun to come.Heavy breathing and heavy sighs were all she could hear coming from her own lips. The familiar helm of his length thrusting into the depths of her hungry womanhood, where he stay sheathed, motionless for a moment. The impish tone of his voice dripping with lust and persistence.

The taunting of her clit resulted in a jaw dropping sigh, "Fuck yeah...". The slow and powerful approach had turned minutes into ,what felt like, hours. "You are such a bad boy Bryce..." she whispered in a low ravenous tone. The feeling he slowly fed her only brought her to a higher plateau of bliss. No rush. Almost as though they had all the time in the world to enjoy one another. Half opened, hazy, lust filled green eyes gazed absently into the dimly lit hall. Her mind couldn't help but wonder how much his throbbing, elongated flesh could endure. Given the method, chosen from his slow and yet persistent madness...he would make it last. "Mmmmm..and just how do you propose we make it to the bedroom while you're....oh yes....fucking me here." A small whimper escaped her lips afterwards with harsh breathing to follow. How will I ever get enough of you? The answer was simple. She would never have enough of Bryce. Her hunger would be temporarily satiated, but it was just that. Temporary. for now she would have to drown herself in as much of him as she could, before he was gone, long gone.

Sensual. Sexy. This woman was the most mind-blowing, beautiful masterpiece ever to be created under the sun. And at the same time, she hid in the darkest corners of his mind, shadowed by everything he wanted to do to her, with her, for her. Shifting as she spoke, his hands lighted on her hips and lifted his chest from her back, feeling a gentle pull as his skin parted from hers, the sweat and water mixture making them cling together. His gazed dropped to where his body was joined to hers, and he pulled her luscious backside firmly against him. She asked of his proposition, and it was simple enough, or so he thought. Predatory eyes prowled up the length of her spine, into the valley between her glistening shoulder blades, and stopped when they reached the delicate nape of her neck.

Moistening his drying lips with a quick flick of his tongue, he slid from her body, and forged into her again. Being surrounded by the very balm of her body was a rapturous feeling that caused him to give a full-body shudder. “Let me finish you here, first,” he breathed, coiling his arms around her waist and drawing her up off her hands. Puffing strained, desperate breaths against her ear, he couldn’t stop himself from rocking up, surging deeper inside of her, before he fell back on his calves and dragged her down on to his lap. With her legs between his, the new position nestled him high and deep inside of her, and left his shaft clamped extraordinarily tight between her slick, swollen passage. The result of the feeling was an electric shock that zapped his heart into a frenzied beat.

“Can you move?” he ground out, tightening his arms around her middle, dragging her further into him, as if he could completely mesh their bodies together. His warm breath sifted through her damp locks and over her ear. “I love you.” Relaxing his hold, he removed one arm from her waist so he could caress her left breast and feel the frantic pace of her heart pound against his palm. In the background, the steady thrum of water pelting the floor of the shower continued, sounding as if it were rain. A crack of thunder later, Bryce realized that part of what he was hearing was rain—or hail—he wasn’t entirely sure. The hand at her breast slid down, calloused palm gliding gently, lovingly over her ribs and stomach down to her thighs.

Maintaining focus on seeing she finished first was the only thought that kept his seed from burning up his vein-ridden member to splash inside her womb again. A groan left his parted lips and his head fell back, face twisted with male pleasure and a sense of near defeat. “Dammit!” he bit out, securing his arms around her waist again. “Ava, baby, you gotta cum.” He wasn’t sure how many times or how fast the words fell past his lips. A grunt rattled his chest cavity with each flutter clutch of her silken walls, the instinct to cum stronger than it had been in the shower.

Ava panted heavily. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she felt his length impale even further with their new shift change. Of course not all men were the same between the sheets. What she had gone through with the other guys bore no relation to this hot sweet assault on her senses. She shuddered. "Yes." It was a ragged breath. Breathing suddenly seemed impossible. her back arched, pressing the soft flesh of her mound into the palm of his hand, aching for more. Ava cried out again, losing every inhibition she had ever had in that moment. Wild with need, she moved with him, meeting his thrust for thrust as a firestorm built inside of her.

He took her hard and he took her swiftly and she was with him every inch of the way, going higher and higher until at last she flew higher than she had ever dreamed of going and exploded with what felt like the combined firepower of a million shooting stars and flaming pinwheels and bursting suns. Even as she cried out his name and was whirled away on the storm, she could feel him stiffen and curse the throbbing explosion just threatening to burst forth into the confines of her warm body. "Oh Bryce...baby..." Her breasts heaved beneath his hand. Her body convulsed around his length and her mind milked the moment for all she could. She fought the feeling of her bones melting from beneath her. Staying in suspension until her body threatened to cave on top of him.

Her passion slowly settled back down to earth. "Holy hell baby..." Heavy panting pained her chest a little. With what little strength remained, she threw herself forward and off of him. Landing on her knees on the floor. The tingling in her erogenous zone driving her mad. She leaned her back against the wall, a hand clutching at her chest. "I love you Bryce...but I don't think my legs are willing to cooperate with me." A weak smile tugged at the corner of her kiss swollen lips. She could feel the cream seeping from her vessel. An impish smile soon graced her lips as she parted her legs, showing him one of the fruits of his delicious labor.

Rapturous groans rumbled in his chest and erupted in a roar the moment Ava tumbled over the edge, taking him with her. Her words went unregistered as his arms tightened around her in a vice and his hips bucked. His release seared up his shaft and poured inside of her, coating her womb as he felt the rush of hot fluid resulting from her orgasm envelope his length. Twitching with the aftereffects, his hold on her loosened, and he watched in awe as she fell forward, her perfect body in view. There was going to be a mess on the carpet, one that he didn’t even begin to worry about when her voice entered his ears. He nodded, returning her smile with a lopsided one of his own. Good god, she had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever had the pleasure of calling his girl.

When she parted her legs, revealing that delicately pink, enchanting flower of hers, he couldn’t resist licking his lips. Leaving her was getting to be more and more difficult to think about. His green eyes lifted to hers, and he crept over to where she sat against the wall. “Maybe they’ll cooperate with me,” he breathed, kissing her forehead. His lips slid down the bridge of her nose, grazing gently over the flesh. Closing his eyes, he pressed his rough cheek to hers, relishing the soft feel and smell of her damp skin. One hand pressed to the wall, the other roamed freely over her body, stroking her shoulders and arms, and the dropping to her inner thigh and tracing circles over a bit of flesh less than an inch from the humid heat between her legs.

“I’m getting you in that bed, sweetheart, because when you wake up tomorrow, I want to be there.” His eyes opened and he studied her face. “Because I don’t know when the next time I’ll be able to be here for you will be.” Sliding his lips over hers, his tongue taunted the swollen forms, and then eased beyond, penetrating to taste her fully. He shifted on his knees and furrowed his brow, hands coming together to hold her face firmly to his. Exhaling out his nose, his tongue scraped along the roof of her mouth, enjoying how strangely cool it was. Every inch of this woman was his. He firmed the kiss, additional heat pouring from him to her, and then he pulled away slowly. Getting to his feet, he bent and took her hands, pulling her up from the floor and wrapping his arms around her.

“How are those legs?” His voice reverberated in his chest, low and rugged against her ear. Staring down the length of her spine to her luscious backside, he let one hand slide from around her waist and rest against the plush surface, giving it an affectionate pat. “I wish I could take you with me on that plane.” A long sigh parted his lips, and he straightened out his back, looking down at her. He needed to turn off the water in the shower before his mother got home, and collect their abandoned clothing. Slowly a smile spread over his features, one just for her.

Her eyes grew focused and roamed every feature of his body as he caught his breath in the hall. The dampness upon his skin highlighting every sharp contour of his well formed body. He was one hell of a catch. One she could never let go of. A soft sigh escaped her lips as reality, once more, reared its ugly head. A small little whimper escaped her soft pink lips as he caressed her sensitive skin. "Bryce ..." She tried to feebly voice her protest, and would have succeeded had the touch of his drugging kisses not erased the words to come. His handsome face was close enough to hear the steady increase of her breath rising deep from her throat and out her nose. She did not want to stand in the way of his future. One he had worked so hard on.

Her own hand caressed the forming muscles of his chest before he pulled away. Ava memorized the nude for of his body with a sweep of eyes, never getting enough. Compliantly she took the offer of his hands and stood up on her own two legs. Their moment of intimacy gave her body some time to relax. She clung to his body, her own arms wrapped around his body, hands pressed to the muscles of his back. "If their is one thing I will indefinitely miss its waking up in these arms." A sighed of relaxation escaped her kiss swollen lips as she closed her eyes for a second or two. Her chests rising with a deep breath as he cupped her rear.

She smirked as she gazed into his eyes. "Dear God I'm going to miss you." The palm of her hand cupped his cheek before she turned her eyes away and slid from his arms, heading back over to the bathroom to pick up their clothes off of the floor. His mother may have questions in the morning for them either way, but tonight would be all about him. The shower was turned off, and the curtain closed. Turning off the light and closing the door behind her. Their clothes cradled in one arm as she laced her finger's in his own and silently led the way to his bedroom. At the doorway she parted hands with him. Placing the clothes upon the floor and crawling on all fours onto the bed that she would wake up in, in the morning. She sat up propped against his pillows. Emerald eye gazed at his body. Unable to believe that he was all hers and her alone. "Are you ready to put me to bed?" She wore a sweet and casual smile for him, ready to finish off the night with a drugging sex that would plague her dreams for the length of his departure.

Reluctant as Bryce was to allow Ava to slide away, he did, and turned to watch her wander into the bathroom and gather up their discarded clothing. Once the light was out and she had returned to him, twining their fingers, he gave her hand a firm squeeze and let her lead him into his bedroom. The room was dark and empty, all except for his bed in the corner, yet another reminder that he would be parting ways with Ava for a long while before he could be with her again. She slipped away before he could haul her into his arms, mold her form to his and kiss her until her knees quaked. Wanting, longing, he looked after her, observed from his place in the doorway as she crawled to the bed and climbed into it.

With a slow step he advanced toward her, drawn in by the beautiful woman he’d had at his side for years. How he was going to leave her wasn’t the problem; it was how he was going to stay away from her that would be difficult. She had found a way under his skin, into his mind. The door shut and locked, and the mattress gave under his weight, shifting as he did. His fingers curled around her ankles, green eyes branding her as his just as he had with his body twice that night and once before. Dragging her down, he came over her and lowered his forehead to hers. Able to breathe the same air, his lips a mere tease away, he stroked the side of her body.

“No,” he whispered, sliding his hand over her stomach and then between her legs. His fingers worked over her silken folds, stroking and caressing in a most loving manner. She was warm, wet and ready for him to take, but in taking her their night together would end, and he’d be boarding his plane all the sooner. But she was tempting, more so even, and he felt her body stretch around him, engulf him, as he fitted himself at her entrance and slid inside inch by inch.

Brushing his lips against hers, he began to move, retreating and penetrating again, each move slow, easy, relishing the feel of her. “How do I say it again?” he breathed, lowering from his forearms and pressing his chest against hers. She was soft; she was his. He kissed her, passionate and deep. “I love you.” The murmured words didn’t even begin to describe the feelings he had for the woman beneath him. He would be damned if he said them to any other woman while overseas.

She took her sweet time taking in the mesmerizing sight of Bryce's nude form striding across the room. He held her heart and so much more. A sweet little grin graced her face as she was pulled closer to her lover. Her green orbs held infatuation for his tenderness of his touch and they way he made her feel as though they had all the time in the world. To feel as though this night would never end. His heat seeking fingers found the sleekness that resulted from his mere touch. A soft and slow gasp escaped her throat and her eyes closed as he ever so slowly sheathed himself up to the hilt within her body. The palms of her hands rested upon the nape of his neck as he lowered his lean body upon hers.

The temptation of those lips grazing her own as she breath the very breath of him. Her own hips matching the rhythm of his as slowly they sealed their unity once more. How she craved the feeling of his liquid arrows shooting deep into her body, but in doing so that would mean there night would be coming to an even closer end. However that craving was nothing compared to the slow and well pronounced thrusts he fed her with. Stoking the flames of her love for him. Her best friend and love.

Her lips parted for him and only him as her tongue danced around and scraped around the inside of his mouth. Her back arching slightly as she felt that she could never get enough of him. The fingers of her right hand slowly raked through a handful of his hair. The build up of her climax was a slow and steady climb as they took the time to make it last. "I love you, Bryce." She whispered against his lips. Time was against them. By now she had lost track of time, nor did she even care what time it was as long as she was still in Bryce's presence in the here and now.

In the midst of their passion her phone vibrated upon the floor several times. The sound muffled by their clothes. It was funny how karma turned out to be. By morning she would find several long voice mails from her ex declaring his love for her and apologizing over and over again, pleading for her to reconsider. She wouldn't call back. She wouldn't even finish the rest of the voice mail when she would find it. The reason was before her. The cure for her sickness. The Clyde to her Bonnie. Her partner in crime. Bryce. From a few sighs a whimper emerged as she buried her head in the curve of his neck for a moment and her arms wrapped around his body, hugging him close. Her fingers gently pressing into her skin for a moment before she laid her head back as she gently panted. She would gaze into those green orbs with her own hazy lust filled ones. Words could not express how much she would miss him. How painful the thought of him even leaving was.