“I get that,” I said, finishing my beer.
We talked through the rest of the meal. She told me about the research she’d done on Mary Ada O’Brien and the possibilities of finding her family, having traced what could’ve been her to Ireland. I paid the bill - she’d given up protesting when I paid – and we opted to walk back to hers.
It was a dry night and fairly warm. I carried our jackets, both of us having taken precautions and brought one, and held her hand with the one that was free. She felt good next to me, her laughter medicine for my ears after a hard week and her conversation a soothing balm. “Why don’t you stay with me until you sort out your next flip?” The words were out before I’d thought too hard.
She stopped in the middle of the pavement. “What?”
“You need somewhere to stay in the interim. Why not stay with me? I have the space. And you wouldn’t be moving in – just staying there.” She still held my hand so I figured she wasn’t totally opposed to the idea.
There was a brief nod. “I’ll think about it. But if I do, can we make sure we tell everyone I’m just staying there temporarily? In terms of us and my family.”
“I’ll even charge you rent if it makes you feel better. And I do have a spare room.”
She laughed. “Eli, you really think we’d be sleeping alone?” She stepped closer to me and reached to kiss me. “It could be a couple of months of some orgasm inducing sexploits. We might get each other out of our systems.”
My hand left hers and cupped her ass. I didn’t feel the line of her panties. “Tell me you’ve got underwear on under that skirt?”
She frowned at me. “You’re asking me to lie?”
“Holy fuck, Ava.”
She laughed. My fingers itched to put my hand under her skirt and feel her pussy, maybe if she was wet push a couple of fingers into her and play with the sweet spot that made her toes curls and my name run off her lips. But we were in public.
“I’m going to flag down a cab. Fuck walking.”
We were back at hers in less than fifteen minutes, my cock harder than it had ever been and my trousers uncomfortably tight. As she put the key in the lock, I stood behind her, easily shielding her small frame with my large body and put my hand up her skirt, cupping her bare centre. There was no way we were going to make it to her bedroom or even the sofa and I wasn’t going to be apologising if I took her against the door once we’d locked it.
She fumbled with the key as my fingers found her pussy. Her wetness had spread to the inside of the tops of her thighs and she spread her legs so I could push a finger into her, gasping as I added another. We’d fucked enough for me to know what she liked and what her responses were and tonight I knew we were on the same page. She wanted hard and hot, needing to get the week out of our systems and then I could spend the rest of the night slowing it down and taking her to the edge, keeping her there until her orgasm was a big bang that exploded the universe we created between us.
The door opened and I moved my fingers away so she could walk inside, following her and closing the door with a slam. “I want inside you now,” I said. “Take your top off and let me see your tits.”
Her eyes were dark with need and want and her fingers obeyed my words, undoing the buttons of her top and leaving her in a bra that pushed her breasts up high. It had a front fastener and she opened it deliberately, her eyes watching me as I leaned against the door. She pinched her nipples as the material fell away and I clenched my fists, wondering how the fuck I was managing to control myself right now.
“The dining table,” I said. “Lean over it. Leave your skirt on.”
“And if I don’t?”
I didn’t smile, just stared at her. She pinched her nipples again, rolling one between her fingers. “I won’t smack your ass.”
She laughed and opened the door into the dining room where a large and very solid wooden table was, strong enough to withstand what I was about to do.
I stayed at the doorway, watching her lean over, the skirt short enough to almost expose her pussy. I loosened my belt, making sure she heard the noise of it hitting the floor and undid my zipper, taking out my cock that was more than ready. We’d stopped using condoms a couple of weeks ago as she had an IUD fitted.
She turned her head to me, propping herself up on the table with her forearms. “How long are you going to keep me waiting?”
“Maybe you need to choose a restaurant where we can go fuck in the bathrooms,” I said, now standing behind her. I lifted her skirt, exposing her ass and she spread her legs, her pussy glinting in the lamplight. My cock rested against her and I heard her gasp at the feel of it, running my hands over her ass and spreading her cheeks and then I stepped away and let the palm of my hand spank the firm flesh of one ass cheek and then the other.
Ava moaned and I pressed my hand between her legs and flicked her clit, running my finger to her soaked entrance, playing with it there. She bucked back against me and garbled something unintelligible, making me laugh.
I smacked her ass again, three times, quickly, leaving a red mark that would fade fast. She liked some impact play, just as she enjoyed me holding her wrists when I fucked her sometimes, but we kept it light. This time I spent more time on her clit, circling it with two fingers with enough pressure to have her jerking on my fingers as her orgasm began. I used my other hand to guide my cock into her, sliding in in one thrust and she started to come violently, her tits crushed against the cool, polished wood and her pussy clenching my cock like a vice.
Waiting till she stopped quivering before I started to move was delicious agony, but I knew the friction from the thrusts would build her up again quickly and her second explosion was always better than the first. I withdrew and heard her moan, re-entering her quickly, holding her hips to steady us both. “Tell me if it’s too much.” I forced the words out, feeling her swollen cunt engulf my cock and then my thrusts became faster, one hand leaving her hip and moving to grab that beautiful hair.
Her moans told me that she was doing just fine, her eyelids heavy as she turned her head to look at me. I managed to angle myself so I could lean down to kiss her, no finesse or grace available, just the need to have more than one connection.
I felt her still and freeze as if she was made of stone then she came apart, taking me with her. My orgasm was hard and long and draining. I half collapsed on top of her, my chest against her back and both of us panting.
“Elijah,” she said and I kissed her jaw then her neck, biting softly into her silky skin. “You’ll have to carry me to bed. I don’t think I can walk.”
