by Lara Swann
She shifts, ever so slightly closer, and I can see her bite her lower lip as she does. Those soft blue eyes look up at me and it’s too much - I reach forward. I do exactly what I’ve been picturing this whole time, my fingers spreading through her hair and running down her neck, feeling how soft and beautiful she is as I step into her.
“Ava…” I breathe, seeing her eyes widen and the way her breath hitches in her throat as she looks up at me.
Her head tilts up - and before I know what either of us are doing, I’m kissing her again. Melting into the softness of her lips and pressing against her with the urgency of several weeks’ build up of need. My hand wraps around her neck, supporting her as I pull her closer, as my tongue slips past her lips and we’re moaning against each other.
Oh my god.
This was what I needed.
I’ve never felt anything as strongly or surely as that, as heat rushes through my body and everything seems to center on the joining of our mouths - that one point of desperately needed contact.
Her tongue is firm and warm and perfect against mine as I explore her mouth all over again - feeling like I remember everything about it but it’s a whole new discovery anyway.
Fucking hell, how does she make me feel like this?
When we finally pull back for breath, the dazed expression on her face matches how I feel, the heat behind her eyes making me groan again.
“Ava…”
My breath brushes across her cheek as I lean forward, captured by those beautiful wide eyes - the need for more sending heat through my whole body and drawing my mouth back down to hover over hers.
“We can’t…” She whispers back, but her head is tilting up toward me anyway and I can’t resist the invitation.
My mouth closes over hers, our lips joining together again - and all her protests seem to dissolve in that instant. Her lips melt against mine and she steps into my chest, her arms wrapping around me and pulling us tight against each other. Feeling her body soft and sweet against mine again is enough to have my semi-hard cock stiffening instantly and I growl into her mouth.
She responds enthusiastically, even as my hands drop to her shoulder and hip, pulling her impossibly closer - and then we lose ourselves in it. Kissing and touching wildly, passionately, in all the ways I’ve wanted to the last few weeks.
No more hesitation. No more doubt.
Not that I ever had much anyway.
In the heat of that kiss, there’s no room for anything else.
I run my hands up under her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt and groaning as I feel the soft skin underneath. She shudders under me, moaning in response and I can feel her fingers splayed out over my back, roaming it in the same way.
I step us toward the bed without thinking about it and she comes with me eagerly, her breath hitching in her throat and those shimmering blue eyes alive with a matching fire.
“God dammit Ava…” I mutter, in the breaths I steal before returning to her mouth, her neck, her throat, feeling the pulse there stuttering wildly. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this…”
I nip the base of her throat and feel the movement of her gasp of response under my mouth, enough to make my cock pulse where it’s pressing hard against my suit pants. I inhale the sweet scent of her in one deep breath - and then her knees are knocking back against the bed.
I come up from my attentions long enough to look at her, unable to help the wolfish smile I know I’m wearing. She moans a little as she sees it, kissing me again as I press her down into the bed. She hooks her arms around my neck, kisses me deeply and then wriggles out from under me to push her papers onto the floor. That makes me chuckle, but she at least closes the laptop before leaning over the other side of the bed to place it on top.
That gives me a delicious view of her ass - and I don’t even try to resist. I crawl on top of her before she can move, hearing her yelp slightly as my hands work their way under the blouse again. Her head twists around, but before she can object I’m kissing her again, the angle slightly awkward but the need for it too great for us to care. My hands make their way under her body, the way she’s pushing up to reach my mouth providing perfect access to exactly what I’m looking for.
“Ohh…Damien…” She groans as my fingers splay over her bra, the material thin enough that I can feel her hard nipples poking through.
The thought of that makes me growl and I press closer to her as I tweak them, her breath coming harder as my hands explore.
“I’ve been thinking about you…so much…” I murmur in her ear. “About this…about what I wanted to do to you…”
She shudders under me, moaning, and her ass comes up to rub against my crotch. For a crazy moment, I think I might lose control right then and there, my cock straining and aching for the woman under me.
“Ava…”
It comes out half-strangled and she chuckles under me, the sound throaty and perfect.
“Me too.” The words are just a breath, a whisper quiet enough I’m not sure whether I imagined them.
I draw my mouth back to her ear, nibbling it as she moans.
“What?” I murmur, the breath playing around her ear and making her shudder again.
I can feel more than see the way her eyes scrunch tightly closed.
“I said ‘me too’.” She finally says, only a little louder.
A smile tugs my mouth, thrilled and unrelenting.
“’Me too’, what?” I ask, even though I know the answer. I just want to hear her say it.
She groans again as my hands squeeze her soft breasts, her ass bucking up against me again. It’s so hot I think I want to do it forever.
“I’ve been thinking about it too.” She finally admits, and something in me soars to hear it.
It satisfies all the primal urges inside me and I lower my mouth to that sensitive spot she has, between her neck and shoulder, nipping and sucking as she moans.
“God, Damien…”
I laugh against her skin, bringing my hands round to unclasp her bra before they return to her chest. The silky material is still there, but it’s loose enough that it’s not hard to work my hands up underneath so they’re the only thing holding her breasts. She gasps as my fingers brush across those full, hard nipples and my mouth kisses along her neck.
Her fingers clutch at the bedsheets below her and I can’t resist any longer. This feels so good. So right. And seeing her under me like this, moaning and bucking and responding so perfectly to everything I’m doing…it’s too much.
I reach back to grab her hips, pulling her up so she’s resting on her knees. She gasps again at that but I don’t stop, hitching her skirt up until it’s around her hips and everything else is exposed to me. For one brief moment, I can’t do anything other than stare. Her perfect ass, perky and tight and right there in front of me, the line of her thong going all the way through it…
“Fuck.” I mutter, my hands simply caressing it for a moment. “You’re so fucking sexy, Ava, I can’t even…”
She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t resist the way I’m touching her, just arches her back so her ass is pressed even further up toward me. It makes me growl to see it and I give it a light slap that makes her gasp again. I can almost feel the way her eyes widen and I grin, slapping the other side and alternating a little before leaning forward and trailing kisses up her back. She’s still wearing the blouse, but it’s loose enough it’s fallen forward and her lower back is nicely exposed to me.
Some distant, semi-amused part of me realizes that we haven’t even stopped to take our clothes off, but I don’t care about that right now. I just want to feel Ava. All of her.
She moans as I run kisses up her spine, twisting her head back to look at me. I take the invitation and lean forward to kiss that as well, our mouths sliding against each other again.
“This is such a bad idea.” She murmurs into me, but she doesn’t stop kissing.
“Or the best one I’ve had all week.”
I respond, nipping at her lip and bringing my hands back to her ass.
I squeeze and stroke it, then trace the line of her thong with one finger, all the way down. She moans, her mouth snatched from mine as she buries her head into the bed between her elbows. That makes me chuckle - until my gliding hand finally finds what I’m looking for and I can feel just how soaking wet she is.
Oh god.
I can’t help the groan, my mouth kissing at her neck as my cock presses hard against my pants. I stroke her through the thong, my fingers teasing and tempting as she rocks against me, her breath coming harder. It’s one of the hottest things I think I’ve ever seen, but it’s doing too much to me for me to tease her for long. Everything feels tight and desperate and ready and I know I can’t wait any longer.
I pull her panties down off her hips with one quick motion, making her gasp as I expose that beautiful pussy to the air, right under me. They fall to her knees and then I’m finally loosening my belt and pushing my own pants down. My cock springs straight up, hard and ready and full of weeks’ worth of pent up desire. I groan with relief, but before I can do anything else Ava is swaying back toward me, her ass pressing up against me and thrusting a little, so that my cock slides along her slick entrance and I grip her tighter.
She moans again as she feels it, always so beautiful and expressive, gasping as she looks back toward me.
She looks back over her shoulder again, those blue eyes piercing me with the heat in them.
“I want you, Damien. I want to feel you.”
The certainty there is enough to have me thrusting forward before I’ve even thought about it, sliding against the outside of her pussy and teasing us both with anticipation of what we both want so badly. I can feel the tingle of it under my skin, like hot pinpricks, and I’m already hard and throbbing, just with the thought of finally doing this.
My breathing is ragged as I grip my thick cock to position myself - and it’s only seeing it bare and flushed red that it suddenly occurs to me.
“Shit.” It comes out in one long breath and Ava turns round to me, concerned as I try to make myself pull away. “Ava, I don’t have…”
Of course I don’t. I should have thought about that.
I mean, no, of course I shouldn’t have thought about that.
Bringing a condom to an apology for unwanted advances…
Shit.
That’s the disadvantage of not being the kind of person who does this, I guess. When you really want it to happen, you’re not quite prepared.
It seems to take her a moment to work out what I mean, but then her expression clears and she gives a half-shrug.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. It’s fine. It’s safe.” She says, words spilling out as she presses back against me again. “I just want you, Damien. C’mon, just…please…”
The need is vibrating off her and that word drives me over the edge.
It’s safe. It’s okay. Oh thank god.
I position myself against her, every nerve on fire with anticipation and desire, before sinking deep inside her with one thrust. It feels like all the breath comes out of her body as I do, and my world lights up with pleasure, everything about her feeling so fucking good.
“God.”
I’m not sure whether I say it, or she does. It doesn’t matter. She’s tight, but so wet and slick that it’s easy to move inside her. She just feels perfect and my hands grip her hips as I start thrusting hard. I can’t help myself. This has been too long coming. From the way she’s groaning and burying her head against the bed, I can tell it’s what she needs too.
“Fuck, Ava…” I grunt and she lets out a small whimper of sound beneath me.
It’s hot enough that my cock twitches inside her, my pace increasing as I lengthen my strokes so that I’m coming almost out of her with each one. The whole of my length sinking into her each time and stretching her pussy. I can tell what it’s doing to her from the soft noises she’s making with every stroke, the way she’s bucking against me and clutching at the bed. It’s an intoxicating sight and seeing that, hearing her and feeling the hot, wet tightness of her pussy…it has every part of me tightening up, my cock hard and throbbing and so ready.
I lean forward, wrapping my hands around her breasts again as my hips thrust forward hard and fast. I squeeze tightly, my fingers stroking over her stiff nipples and feel the way her whole body writhes under me.
“Fuck, Damien.”
My name comes out as an expletive, followed by a continuous stream of sound as her body starts tightening underneath me. I can feel her approaching the edge, her breath drawing up tight within her, and I press into her more urgently. My hands move faster too, wanting to draw it out of her. Wanting to see and feel that. Even more than I want the own release surging and building within me. I want to hear her first.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…” Her voice comes in whimpers and moans and little whines, punctuated by cursing that rises in volume as her breath hitches and she gets closer to that edge. I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Come for me, Ava. I want to hear you. Damn, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever…”
I run one hand down her stomach and over the hitched-up skirt as I murmur in her ear, until it’s hovering at the entrance I’m still pounding into. Her pussy is split wide and open for me, exposed, and I find her clit within moments. The instant I touch it, her body tenses, pressing back against me. I tease it, just very softly - and then everything in her explodes.
Her whole body shudders under me, rocking back against me as she presses her mouth hard against the covers on the bed. I can still hear the high pitch of the muffled scream and it makes my cock pulse and twitch within her. I keep going, thrusting in and out of her hard as her pussy spasms and trembles against me. It might be the best thing I’ve ever felt and I know I can’t hold back any longer, my thin control breaking with just how hot Ava is in her release.
I pull out until I’m right against her entrance again, then slam in with one smooth thrust, making her gasp under me, her head rearing back and her gorgeous throat exposed. I bury my mouth against her neck, kissing as I thrust again…and again…and then heat and pleasure rolls up through me, every part of my body coming alive. My cock stiffens, warmth shooting into her as I keep thrusting and kissing and groaning with the power of it all.
When I’m finally drained and spent, my whole body feels satisfied and right and content. In a way it hasn’t been since the last time we did this.
I groan and roll off her, but pull her into my arms anyway, lying there with her back to my chest. I dip my head forward again and inhale that sweet scent as we both pant for breath and adjust to the strength of that explosion.
“Well…fuck.” She mutters from in front of me, the breath leaving her in a rush as she tips her head back to rest against my shoulder.
“I think you said that before.” I say, chuckling softly.
“Not sure I’m gonna stop saying it.”
Her voice is low enough I’m not sure I’m supposed to hear that, but my hand is already wandering back to her chest, running lightly over the breasts I can fit perfectly in my hand. The best size. I kiss her neck again and she sighs softly.
We lie like that for a few minutes and I’m caught up in how nice it feels to be right here with her, just lying together. Having mind-blowing sex and then curling against each other. It’s a good way to be.
I can sense the moment it changes though, even before she speaks.
“Damien…”
The shift in her tone of voice makes it obvious what she’s thinking and I sigh, kissing her shoulder again.
“I should go, right?” I murmur back to her.
Her words from earlier come back to me. Her initial protest…her comments about what a bad idea this would be.
She nods, and I get an unexpected twinge of unease at those thoughts. She’s right about all that, I get it, but…
“You don’t regret this?” I m
urmur again, running a finger along her arm, surprised that I’m even voicing the question. It’s too insecure for me to feel comfortable with it any other time, but for some reason everything feels different here with Ava.
She twists her head around to look back at me and I find myself completely caught in her gaze, in the look that passes between us there. There’s worry there, concern…but also so much else.
The simple acknowledgment of this thing between us that’s drawing us in, despite any attempt to deny it.
“No…” She says it softly, but it’s all I need to hear.
The unease inside me settles down again, warm contentment returning. That’s all that matters. Everything else…I won’t think about that now.
“I’ll go.” I say again, leaning forward to brush my lips against hers again.
Not too hard. Not too long. Just another taste, before I leave. Anything else and I doubt I’ll be able to bring myself to.
I slowly unwrap myself from where I’m lying around her and I feel the loss almost immediately when I stand up, but I make myself continue anyway. I don’t let myself think about how much I’d like to stay, or what could happen if we decided it would be easier to leave in the middle of the night…or the morning…
For all I know, she’s got plans later tonight. Her colleagues could regularly stop by her room.
I don’t know - and I don’t ask.
Anything could happen, and it isn’t fair to her to risk it.
I tuck my shirt back in and pull my belt tight again, running a hand through my hair. I’m sure I look a mess. If I meet anyone in the hallways on the short walk back to my own room, there’s a good chance they’ll be able to guess what I was just doing.
But I don’t care. It was worth it. So long as they don’t know who with…
I turn back before I leave, wanting to say something to her, feeling strange about just leaving…but I can’t find the words.
So I slip out and walk quietly back to my own room, through blessedly empty hallways.
I’m more relaxed and sated than I can remember ever being, and I sigh softly as I close the door.
All I can think about is that look we shared. That mutual acknowledgment.
