by Lulu Pratt
“But Ava, I never looked at you as a life coach. I just knew you wouldn’t judge me because you did. It made me comfortable opening up, but I never expected any type of moral squabble afterward. I shocked myself with all I told you. There’s something about you that just feels so natural and welcoming to me. I imagine that’s why you’re so good at what you do, but I need you with me, and by now you’ve learned I don’t back down from a challenge or accept rejection without a fight.”
“Yes, I’m well aware of the tactics of a spoiled brat,” she jokes, and I laugh, having never been called that to my face, although I know it is a frequent insult behind my back.
“So, now we’re name calling?”
“You walked into that one.”
“All right, we can let that go for now. Maybe move to something more lighthearted,” I suggest, refilling our glasses of wine.
“I’d be eternally grateful for a change in subject,” she says, raising her glass in agreement.
“Is there anything you want to do or see in Sydney?” I ask, although I’ve already instructed Rodrick to plan a trip to all the top sites to see. Just like with our last trip, I’ve prepared an additional destination to the itinerary, but I’ll hold that out to the last minute to surprise her.
“I didn’t really get the chance to do any research since I wasn’t given much time to prepare,” she says to me accusatorially.
“No, I gave you plenty of time for research, you just chose to spend it packing the largest suitcase known to humanity,” I bite my lip to hold my laughter. I’ve never seen anyone travel so far with so much luggage. I could tell it was practically bursting at the seams with only Lord knows what.
“And show up without clothes?” she says with a half-smile.
“I’ve already made it clear – they have shops in Sydney, and you can get whatever you want.”
Ava doesn’t respond, and I’m happy. I don’t need her contesting my desire to shower her with gifts again, especially when I already have a few surprises set up for our arrival.
“Why did you ask me on this trip?” she asks, catching me off guard.
“What do you mean?” I stall for time.
“You know what I mean.”
“I’ve already told you, baby. I fucking missed you.” I don’t even try to disguise the longing in my voice, and I don’t care that I’ve referred to her as I did before everything hit the fan.
She knows how I feel about her, and she brought this back up, so it must be a sign that she wants me to make a move.
My heart is racing as my palms sweat, contemplating if I’m reading her signals correctly. My blood is pumping, all headed in one direction as her eyes drop down to my lips for a split second and I’m sure she wants me to kiss her.
Leaning forward, Ava doesn’t meet me halfway, but she also doesn’t pull back. Lingering in front of her soft lips, begging her to lean into me, I close my eyes in anticipation.
Her lips are even softer than I remembered. Quickly deepening the kiss, I slide my tongue softly against hers as she moans in my mouth. Without separating from her, I rise to my feet, bringing her with me.
“Where are we going?” she asks after pulling away.
“To the bedroom,” I answer, nodding to the back of the plane.
“There’s a bedroom?”
“Yeah.” I smile, guiding her as she walks backwards.
“Then why have we been out here all this time?” She sasses, raising up on her toes to kiss me before I can say anything else.
Chapter 24
Logan
The bedroom is tastefully decorated in white and gray tones which complement the modern design. After stumbling over each other on our way into the door, Ava clumsily falls onto the king-sized bed as we laugh together.
Standing up, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and we kiss again, so passionately and intense that we’re both out of breath when we finally pull away.
With a hand on her hip, I sit on the edge of the bed, pulling her to stand between my legs as I look at her in awe for an exaggerated pause.
“You’re beautiful,” I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper.
My hands roam her body over the soft fabric of her dress as I reach for her hem. Glancing up, I see she’s watching me, and for some reason that turns me on even more.
“Can I take this off?” I ask, gripping her dress in my hands.
Ava nods while swallowing hard, and I slip the dress above her head, tossing it aside before pulling her body close to me. With my hand on her ass, I can feel her skin, knowing she’s wearing a thong.
She feels incredible, and from her stance I sense an intense arousal, such a strong desire to feel me. Her petite stature, so much smaller than me, leaves her at the perfect height for me to tease the breasts I’ve missed so much.
“Ahh,” she moans as I take her soft skin into my mouth, teasing her until her nipple hardens beneath my tongue.
Moving to her other breast, I repeat the same actions, holding her up with one hand gripping her ass while the other rests on her back.
Nibbling on her flat belly as she quietly moans, I move down until I reach her panties, running the tip of my tongue along her waistline.
“Can I take these off?” I ask, tugging at her panties as she looks down at me with lust.
“Please,” she whispers.
I love asking her for permission to her body, because it forces her to submit to me. She’s all but begging me to hurry, but I like to go as slow as I can manage to make her even more desperate.
Pulling her panties down her legs with my eyes locked on hers, I can feel the dampness and know she’s ready for me, but I’m determined to force her to wait even longer.
Lifting one of her legs so she can step out of her lace thong, I pull her forward by the knee, and she quickly lifts the other so that she’s straddling me on the edge of the bed.
“You have too many clothes on,” she says, tugging at my T-shirt.
Raising my hands, I eagerly allow her to undress me. Her eyes roaming over my bare chest before landing back on my lips. Gripping a handful of her hair, I roughly pull her mouth to mine as my free hand massages her ass.
I swallow her moans, while she struggles to unbuckle my belt. Lifting, I shove my pants down my legs once she’s finally managed to free my painful erection. I want her so bad, my planned delay in gratification for her is torture for me.
In one swift move, I turn over, laying her on her back as I position myself between her legs in nothing but my boxer briefs.
“Take these off.” She scratches my hip with her nails trying to hastily rid me of my underwear.
“Slow down,” I tease, pulling the boxers down my legs.
My heavy girth falls onto her belly, and she inhales deeply, quickly reaching down to wrap her hand as far around my width as she can manage.
“Shit,” I groan.
Her soft touch on my cock is like heaven. I could come right now if I wanted to, but I’m fighting to focus, struggling to manage the vibrations in my chest.
“I want you,” she says.
I ignore her, touching her neck with my tongue instead.
“Ahh,” she moans even louder as I tickle her sweet spot just under her ear. She’s like putty in my hands as I make my way down to her collarbone, then titillating her breasts briefly before making my way further, until my head rests between her legs.
Pushing her thighs upward to reveal her pretty pussy, I feel a small release of pre-cum, just imagining how good she’ll feel. Her sex glistens with arousal, but I want her dripping wet, so I begin with teasing her inner thighs, nibbling and licking as she squirms from the sensation.
“Stay still,” I warn her, and she covers her eyes with her forearm.
Running the flat of my tongue across her opening, I watch her body begin to unravel, twisting and turning as she arches her back to grant me better access.
“Mmm,” I hum, sliding my tongue inside of her as she moans my
name.
Another bit of pre-cum coats the head of my length when she reaches her hand down to pull my hair as she pushes my head further between her legs. Her need is exhilarating, that’s what I want – for her to need me as badly as I need her.
“Oh God! Right there, yes!” she cries as her sex begins to clench, desperate to clamp down on something.
Sliding my two middle fingers inside of her, I run my tongue back and forth over her clit while moving my fingers in a circular motion.
“Logan, ahh!” Her body is racking, jerking up and down as she forces my fingers into her harder and harder.
Taking her clit into my mouth, I graze my teeth over her most sensitive spot, and the cry she lets out almost makes me explode.
Moving so that I’m positioned right beside her, I fuck her tight pussy with my fingers, massaging her clit with the palm of my hand, watching the orgasm take over her.
Ava is so loud when she comes, but it turns me on like crazy. Her moans get louder and louder as her stomach flexes, and her breathing increases. Her breasts rise and fall beautifully, and her face contorts as though she were in pain.
Curling my fingers upward to touch that sweet spot on her front wall, I know she’s about to climax when her breathing gets choppy and her words are inaudible.
Leaning down, I take her nipple in my mouth, biting with my front teeth as she cries out in what sounds like agonizing pleasure, her slickness becoming even juicier as she comes all around me.
“Yes, God, yes! Please don’t stop,” she begs, and I continue slamming my fingers into her, now rubbing her clit with the pad of my thumb while her breathing finally begins to regulate.
“Good girl,” I kiss her nipple softly, and she opens her eyes.
“I want to feel you,” she whispers, staring at me as her eyes glass over with emotion.
Kissing her softly, I re-position myself between her legs, aligning my length with her slippery opening. She’s so wet I slide right in as her warm, velvety insides grip around me.
Fuck, she feels good. I groan, stilling inside of her to stop myself from climaxing.
Ava won’t give me a second, though, moving her hips to ride me from her back. She’s topping from the bottom with her greedy pussy.
“You want another one?” I whisper, leaning down so I’m close to her ear, plus I like to hear every sound that escapes her while I’m digging inside of her.
“Yes,” she begs, always hungry for her next orgasm.
She’s so demure in public, but Ava is a complete animal in bed, and it drives me crazy.
Lifting my weight onto my elbows, I stroke her slow and deep, wanting to touch every inch of her. I feel her ankles cross behind me, as those legs grip me tightly. My core flexes each time I grind into her at the perfect angle to hit her g-spot.
“Oh, fuck, Logan!” She breathes my name so sexily, her limbs wrapped around me tightly.
“Watch your mouth,” I grunt, reaching up to hold the headboard for leverage.
“It’s too fucking good,” she cries, and I’m glad my face is hidden behind her hair so she can’t see the grin that spreads across my face.
“Keep talking like that, and you’re gonna get in trouble.”
“Fuck me, Logan… fuck me hard,” she looks straight at me defiantly.
I pull out of her, flip her onto her stomach and pull her hips up in one motion.
Her ass is in the air, and I slam into her soaking pussy from behind as she cries into the pillow, which muffles the sound too much for my liking.
“Take that fucking pillow away from your mouth, I want to hear you,” I order, and the pillow flies across the room, as she pushes herself onto all fours.
Gripping her hips, I fuck her fast and hard as she swallows me in her slippery sex, her back arched as she howls my name with every thrust.
“This what you want?” I ask, rocking my hips forward as I pull her to me, so we collide in rhythm.
“Yes!”
Raising my right hand, I let it fall harshly on her ass, a loud clap resonating through the entire room.
“Ahh!” she yells, her body lunging back to me, as I grip onto her hips and ride her hard.
“Fuck, baby!” I growl, so turned on I can barely contain myself.
“More, Logan! More!” she cries, and I slap her ass again, fucking her harder and faster as she cries so loud, I’m sure the entire aircrew can hear her, but I couldn’t care less.
“Give it to me,” I growl into her ear as I bend over her, gripping a handful of her hair.
“Yes! Logan, I’m… I’m…”
With three more slams, I still inside of her, letting her clench down on my cock like I know she wants to as another orgasm pours out of her. She comes so hard the juices slide down to my balls, and I know I need to come soon.
Flipping her back over, I fall into her as she wraps her arms and legs around me again.
“Now, you need to behave,” I warn her again.
“I will. I just need you so much,” she cries, her mouth right at my ear.
Hearing those words make my abdomen tighten as I rock forward, rising and lowering on my elbows to slide in and out of her.
“You should be mine, Ava,” I groan in her ear.
“I am yours, Logan.”
“Then stop with these games. You know I’m fucking crazy about you,” I growl the last sentence as the waves in my chest become so great, my need for release overflowing.
“Oh God!” she cries, and I know she’s close again.
“I mean it, Ava.”
“I’m yours, Logan. I want all of you!” She yells loudly, spreading her legs so I can lift myself and fall into her pussy.
“You’re mine!” I growl, seconds away from an explosion.
“Yes!”
“Say it!” I order.
“I’m yours, Logan, I’m yours!”
“Say it, baby!” I yell, my command more of a plea now.
“I’m yours, Logan! I’m yo–” She cuts off as her third orgasm releases and I finally let myself go.
My climax is long and powerful, my hips continuing to pump as I shoot out all my frustration and doubt, knowing she’s mine. Feeling her warmth grip and squeeze me while I come only pushes my orgasm on until I can take no more, pulling out of her and collapsing on her stomach as she hugs me tightly.
Chapter 25
Logan
A short bout of turbulence startles me awake from one of those deep slumbers where I have no idea where I am. Glancing around the small bedroom, I don’t remember I’m in an airplane until I see the distinctive windows and then the clouds in the distance.
Looking back to the bed, I smile at Ava as she lies asleep like an angel, even more beautiful resting. Her naked body looks so relaxed and at peace.
After our unforgettable session of sex, I fell asleep in her grip, still resting between her legs before rolling over onto my back in a slumber. Now, after all the emotions and adrenaline were long gone, I couldn’t help but fear her reaction upon waking.
Sure, she’d said everything I wanted to hear on the brink of an orgasm, that’s to be expected. If there was one thing I knew from personal experience, it was not to trust someone’s word when they’re chasing a climax.
Ava had been adamant about her doubt and fear for our future. While I did feel there was a strong chemistry and potential between us, I could understand if she needed more than a few orgasms to completely change her mind about me.
As much as I missed her, I was happy she was still asleep, because it granted me more time to revel in the present, since it was unclear how she would react once her hormones settled and her mind was functioning properly again.
I had a reputation for fucking all night. But what I knew about myself was I could only come once before needing a full day’s recovery. No matter what I’d tried in the past, nothing could get me hard after a good unloading, but here I sat, just watching Ava sleep with a full erection. Every instinct told me to wake her up an
d drive her crazy all over again, but I just couldn’t risk rushing into her regret.
Ava waking with remorse, or wanting to talk about how we’d moved too quickly, is my worst fear. Everything is going so great, I know a setback is inevitable, so in some ways I’m just trying to enjoy the silence, knowing what’s sure to follow.
A small red light flashes above the bedroom door, a silent alert of our upcoming landing. My heart races knowing I’ll have to wake her soon, only to face the music as this fantasy comes to a screeching halt.
Glancing around the room in search of anything that could change her mind once she wakes up, I’m left with a blank. I wish there was a bouquet of roses or something I could give her so she knew how special she was, and how amazing she made me feel.
Gritting my teeth, accepting the imminent defeat, I decide to just enjoy the incredible view until she wakes on her own accord, but to my surprise her two hazel eyes are looking back at me when I turn to her.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks.
“Nothing, just looking around,” I lie, and from the smirk on her face, I can tell she knows I’m holding something back.
“Look, Logan. There are a couple things we need to get clear,” she begins, sighing as she sits up.
My stomach is in knots trying to brace for her let down, silently blaming myself for speaking this rejection into existence.
“What’s that?” I try to sound as confident as possible.
“If you’re going to watch me sleep, you could at least wake me up with kisses,” she says in the sultriest voice as she climbs on top of me, pressing her lips to mine with closed eyes.
She smells incredible, like lavender mixed with my own scent, how I’d like her to always smell.
“Lay back,” she whispers in my ear as she pushes against my chest.
“Ava, we’re about to land,” I chuckle, looking out the window as we descend, a sea of buildings fills the view from the small window.
Glancing over, a shadow of a smile flashes across her face before she turns back to face me, her hands shoving at my chest even harder until I’m flat on my back.
