::THIRTEEN::
He’s stopping me, pulling me up gently by the arm, kissing me again, softer this time. Walking me back towards the bed, his lips never leaving mine once. I fall back when my knees hit the bed, he’s following behind me. Urging and nuzzling and kissing me, until I back up enough. Pressing down into me, his weight supported on his elbows. His hands back in my hair.
Nuzzling my ear, calmer now, his erection pressing firmly over my clitoris. A gentle rocking motion, sliding over my silk panties and back. Sucking on my earlobe, biting the skin behind it, under my jaw. Nuzzling my neck, before growing calm, resting there, for a moment. His voice a whisper against my skin.
“I missed you too much, Ava. I’m not leaving you again.”
“Good. It hurt to have you gone.”
“You know I’d always come back for you, don’t you?”
I could tell him of my fears, of my hurt. Of nearly breaking down in tears, looking out over the loading bay, everything inside me crying out for just one sign of him. Because none of my hurts has anything to do with whether I thought he would come back for me. I know that if it was up to Riddick’s will, he would always come back to me. I doubted fate, but not him. I never once doubted Riddick, or his love for me.
“Yes, I knew you’d come back for me, I just missed you.”
A soft smile, breaking into a grin, before putting his head down, our noses just touching. His face growing serious, eyes holding mine.
“I’d never leave you, Ava.”
He kisses me before I can say anything, a deep, searing kiss, as if to brand me with the absolute truth in his words. His whole body pressed to mine, my hands reaching up to caress his back, slipping up to his shoulders. Feeling so safe, underneath him. Moving my hands down to fight with my own panties this time, making him chuckle. Usually it’s him wrestling with them. In the end, I grin up at him, and let him pull them off me, before settling back into my hips again.
His hand moves back, to caress the inside of my thigh, up to the inside of my bent knee. Tucking it into the crook of his elbow, before lowering again, the head of his cock just touching my slick entrance. Kissing me again as he drives deep, slowly. Pull back, my hands sliding over his jaw, to watch him.
Loving the feel of him losing control. Sliding back, almost all of the way, squeezing him, before he drives back up into me. His body pushing forward, to pin me under him, face buried in my neck, his teeth bared. His every exhale a growl, pounding into me, making me cry out, with every stroke. Every cry spurring him faster, driving him harder. Both slick with sweat, both exhausted, neither stopping the brutal pace.
He’s biting my shoulder, grunting, his back straining, hammering into me. My quavering cries, the sign of my impending orgasm, only driving him harder. The back of my head pressing into the bed, as my body starts to arch under him. He pulls back out of my shoulder, to watch me, loving to watch me come. Growing impossibly hard within me, his own exhales sharper, his brows furrowed. Fighting his own release.
Waiting for me. The thought of him doing it, of waiting until I come first, pushes me over the edge. Screaming out, in pleasure, in joy, feeling him come hard, his own cries drowned out by mine. His hips bucking hard into me, before growing still, our bodies pressed together, not wanting to part. Our foreheads resting together, both gasping for breath. Letting go of my thigh, so he can hold me with both arms. We rest like that, nuzzling, as our sweat grows cold.