Divinely Living (Surviving Series) (28 page)

“Where’s Mason?” I asked quietly, suddenly aware we had a guest who, after talking with me until the early hours, ended up falling soundly asleep on the living room sofa.

“He left to shower and change. I had to assure him that you would still be here when he returned.” Rubbing the tip of his nose against my nipple, he lashed it with his tongue before moving inhaling across my cleavage and lavishing the same attention on my other aching breast. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not disrespectful enough to make you scream my name while your father is in the adjoining room but having to wait, to fuck what’s mine, seriously pisses me off.”

“God,” I groaned as Jonah’s fingers began to pump inside of me slow and deep while his mouth continued to worship my breasts. His thumb rubbed in gentle circles against the sensitive flesh of my swollen clit applying firm pressure.

“Tell me Mason isn’t going to change things with us, Ava. Tell me that I’m still the first, last and only one for you.”

“You own me, Jonah,” I breathed. His tongue ascended my stomach, shooting licks of fire across my skin. Pausing at my shaven mound, his nose sank into the flesh there and inhaled in my feminine scent.

“Christ, you smell so fucking ready,” he growled. Using his elbows to give him full entry to my wet sex, he parted the fleshy folds covering my clit with his thumbs. Sweeping a teasing flick of his tongue across my swollen nub, he groaned loudly and me into his mouth.

“God, yes,” I moaned, my back arched off the bed, my fingers laced in his silky hair holding his mouth against me. “Just there baby, fuck, yes Jonah.”

His tongue darted inside my inner walls, tasting the juices of my arousal. I thrashed beneath him, his strong arms pinning my lower body to the mattress. He opened my folds wider, his tongue licking around the inside, his lips suckling each fold into his mouth. Two fingers stretched my walls, their fucking motion hardening and deepening with each push. He was fucking me with his mouth and fucking me with his fingers. I closed my eyes, the sensations within my groin overwhelming. Familiar pulsations stepped up in my core, the first sparks of orgasms igniting through my veins and spilling downwards.

“Come in my mouth, Ava,” Jonah ordered, his voice muffled by a mouthful of my clit. “Let me taste you, baby, I need to fucking taste you.”

One last pump of his fingers and lick of his tongue sent me crashing over the edge of restraint. The orgasm slammed into me with violent force, my entire frame shaking with the intensity. Screaming his name, warm juices spilled from my sex and onto his waiting tongue. Removing his fingers and sealing my entrance with his mouth, he drank me in, his tongue lapping every last drop of orgasm and choking his loud, feral groans as he swallowed me down. As the waves of ecstasy began to subside and the room came back into focus, I propped my upper weight on my elbows and gazed through drooping eyes at the waves of dark hair between my thighs and the satisfied face of the man who just brought me to orgasm.

“Who owns you, Ava, tell me again, baby,” Jonah murmured as he pressed a lush kiss against my clit then raised his head.

“There’s no-one but you, Jonah.
You
own me,” I breathed hoarsely, my chest rising and falling with rapid succession.

Straightening on his knees and standing at the foot of the bed, he took his hard, large, thickly veined cock in his hand and started to ease back his foreskin.

“You own me too, Ava. Come and claim me.” His voice was heavy with lust and his erection pulsing in his hand.

Shuffling down the bed, I clasped my hands around the base of his cock and graze the wide purple crown with my lips. Tipping back his head, he thrust his hips forward, the tip pushing further into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around him and gripping his thick shaft with my hands, I drew him into my mouth and slid my lips downwards towards my hands. His balls lay full and large beneath his cock, tempting me with their fullness. Withdrawing my mouth, I bent my head further down and ran my tongue across the seam of his sac, the skin hot and soft on my lips. Sucking lightly on each side of his scrotum, his groans of encouragement heated my blood and watered my mouth with the need to suck him dry.

“Suck me,” he muttered, his hands tugging my hair at the roots as he lifted my head and directed my mouth to his cock. “Suck me hard.”

Sealing my lips around his foreskin, I began to draw and withdraw him into my mouth. His hands hips began to undulate, the rhythm of thrusts quick, his penetration of my mouth as deep as he could go. My eyes bulged and throat burned but I slid my hands up and down his shaft with a tight grip while sucking his crown tightly. His choked groans and gut wrenching growls spurred me on, his cock frantically fucking my mouth as he chased his own orgasm. Thick drops of pre cum shot from his tip, the taste of salty tang and Jonah, lubricating my tongue. Holding my head still and in place, he thrust twice more, the head of his swollen erection almost my penetrating my throat. With a loud grunt, his body jerked, his cock throbbed in my mouth and scorching, dense semen flooded my mouth. Unable to move for Jonah’s hands pinning my mouth to his cock, he threw his head back and continued to pump his hips, endless amounts of cum puffing out my cheeks. Jonah was wildly fucking himself, his eyes closed as he milked every last droplet of cum from his cock and deposited it down my throat. Breathing loudly, he pulled me to his mouth. Our sweat slickened bodies clashed, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he kissed me fiercely. I could smell the musk of my sex on his lips and taste our combined cum on his tongue. The combination was intoxicating. I needed his scent on me and inside me, marking me as his own. Delirious with desire for the man I loved, there was one last place I ached to be filled and one last place left for Jonah to claim. Now was the time.

Breaking our lip contact, I stared intently at him and spoke with sincerity. I craved this, wanted this. Jonah was the only man who could replace the bad with the good, eradicate the evil and leave behind only love. “Fuck me,” I whispered, my teeth nipping at his jaw. His cock was still hard and primed as it prodded my stomach.

“Satisfying your needs is my job, sweetheart. Lay back, spread your thighs and show me that wet, dripping pussy,” he ordered.

“No, not like that,” I shook my head.

“Tell me how you want it then.” His teeth tugged at my earlobe and hands roamed the clammy skin of my back.

“I want you in my ass,” I said seductively. “It’s the last piece of me you have to claim.”

Jonah’s body stiffened but the desire in his eyes shone brightly. “Do you know what you’re saying? Yesterday was hard for you; emotionally you’re all over the place right now. If I do this and you reject me for it afterwards I won’t be able to take it.”

I placed my palms on his cheeks and fluttered my lips over his. “Don’t over analyse this Jonah. Stop thinking and just do.”

I asked for entry to his mouth with my tongue and moaned as he granted me access. The earlier animalistic passion was replaced with smouldering, heart aching love. The emotional attachment we shared bound us together, moulded our flesh into one and our kiss sealed the deal. Pushing me gently onto the bed, our hands and limbs tangled, our pants of hunger mingling into one. Resting his sweat covered forehead on mine, he laced his fingers with mine and raised our joined hands above my head.

“If I do this, promise me you’re asking for me to fuck you anally out of love and not because you want to use me as a form of therapy.”

“I’ve told you, I don’t believe in facing your fears to overcome them,” I replied.

He paused in thought, and then kissed me again. Releasing my hands, he reared up on his knees, gripped my hips and helped me from the bed. Nervous excitement beat in my heart and anxiety swarmed in my stomach. I turned and positioned myself on my hands and knees, my ass opening as I spread my thighs. Yanking a pillow from the top of the bed, I tucked it under my chin and rested my head sideways on top of it. I was vulnerable, exposed, and absolutely terrified. Clenching my teeth, my entire body tensed as the heat from Jonah’s groin rubbed against my rear. To give myself to him completely meant leaving the fear and memories behind, replacing them with new ones. I just didn’t realise that doing so would prove so difficult or so hard to see through to the end.

An intense shudder rocked me on my knees as Jonah’s tongue swept along the sensitive flesh from my fleshy mound to the puckered hole of my ass. Every nerve ending rose to high alert, every muscle encased in my body tensed painfully. His cock slid between my two fleshy cheeks, his torso pressing against my back. I held my breath, preparing myself for the pain. Instead, his hands fell to the side of my head and his lips to my ear.

“You’re potentially carrying my baby, the mother of my child and the woman that provides the sustenance I need to live. You’re not some cheap lay whose ass I fucked just because I could. This is not what we’re about, Ava. My cock belongs in your pussy; it makes love only to your pussy and will not be inside you in any other way.”

I heaved a silent sigh of relief but was slightly irritated also. “Is my ass not good enough for you?”

He rubbed his face against my cheek. “It’s too fucking good, that’s the problem. I cherish every inch of your body and can never have my fill of it. But I can’t put you through what he did a second time. And as soon as I push my cock inside you, it will only be him you feel and see not me. You’ve come too far to be taken back to that place again.”

“I want new memories. I need you to erase what he did to me,” I said quietly.

“We have new memories, baby. You’ve already erased what he did to you by yourself.”

I shifted to my back and Jonah nestled between my thighs supporting his weight on his lower arms beside my head. “You left his memory behind a long time ago, sweetheart,” his head dipped to my throat. “I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure his memories never return. And if that means resisting your divine rear, then so be it.”

I clasped his chin with two fingers and brought his face up to mine. “I must have been a saint in a previous life to deserve you in this one.”

He smiled that heart stopping, panty wetting smile that drew me in from the start. “We all get what we deserve in life. Alex got his, so did Mason, and now I,” he reached beneath my knee, wrapped my leg around his waist and penetrated my sex with one full thrust, “am going to get what I deserve.”

And boy he did. For the next two hours.

***

Mason’s large hand held mine tightly as we stood before the vulgar but extortionately expensive resting place of my mother. A sombre blanket of sadness cocooned us both but being there with my father, at least eased the pain of being so close to Gina yet further apart than we’d ever been. Mason’s reaction when he saw me as he picked me up from the hotel earlier had made me smile. I purposely wore my hair down so the loose curls hung to my lower back and kept my make up light. Gina often wore her long auburn hair loose and always kept her makeup to a bare minimum. Emerald green, the colour of both our eyes was her favourite colour and she dressed in various items of clothing, in that very colour, often. Hence, the colour of the silk shirt I chose to wear paired with my customary black denims and converse shoes. He stood in the doorway silently staring; the emotions warring in his eyes almost had me regretting my choice. I dressed this way for Gina. The reflection in the mirror before I left was my mothers. It was my way of being a part of her, feeling a connection to her. And from Mason’s expression as he eventually pushed off the door frame and walked towards me there were no regrets to be had, because I had definitely made the correct choice after all.

“You are a true vision, baby girl. Your mother would be so proud of you if she saw you today.” He took my hand and kissed the back before placing his palm over it.

“Parts of me are proud of her too,” I replied truthfully. “I still don’t fully understand her and I have many questions that will never be answered but talking to you yesterday helped to lay a lot of the hatred I felt towards her, to rest.”

“Whatever Gina did, I believe in my heart she always loved you and wanted only the best for you.”

I shook my head slightly and linked my arm through his as we left the room. “She left me Mason, that wasn’t doing the best for me, or an act of love.”

“Maybe life just proved so hard for so long in the end it dragged her under.”

“Who knows why she did it,” I leaned my head against his muscular upper arm. “I just wish she hadn’t.”

“Me too, baby girl,” Mason replied with a squeeze of my arm. “I wish that too.”

We stood in a comfortable silence for a long time. Both of us were caught up in our own, personal memories as we gazed down on Gina’s grave. I had never set foot in the cemetery since the day she was put in the ground and now I felt regret for not doing so. I mentally blocked out the monster buried beside her and focused entirely on Gina. Jonah was right. Alex was no longer important in my life because I refused to let him be. This moment was about me, my mom, and my dad, and Alexander Matthews was not going to ruin this for the three of us. Mason stepped forward and placed the single red rose we picked up from a store nearby, on top of the mound of earth that concealed Gina’s body. He dropped to one knee and placed his hand on the dirt, his head bowed and eyes closed. I stood quietly and allowed him some private time with the woman he still loved and lost the same as I did. When I saw the slight shake of his shoulders I couldn’t fight the urge to kneel beside him and slip an arm around his shoulders.