I hesitate. This isn't part of the plan.
The plan is to worship her.
To build her up.
Especially given my mother’s aloofness earlier. The first chance I get, I will pull her up on it.
I can’t give Ava what she’s looking for long term, but I can give her what she needs right now. Show her how beautiful she is. Teach her her worth. Repair her self-esteem since the last twat she dated shattered it.
Her worshippingmenever came into it.
Backing away from me, she points her finger motioning me to stay, like she’s training a puppy.
Opening her suitcase, she pulls out a bottle that looks suspiciously like a 1999 Middleton Very Rare whiskey. It must have cost hundreds of euros.
‘Ava …’
‘Indulge me.’ She pleads, but I get the feeling it’s me who’s about to be indulged.
Scanning the room, her focus lands on two small glasses. She opens the whiskey and pours even measures into the tumblers.
‘I figured I owe you, after last night.’ She struts across the room and hands me a glass.
‘You owe me nothing.’ Despite my protests, my heart rate doubles, and blood pulses furiously to my pants.
‘What if want to repay the favour though?’ Neat, white teeth nip at her lower lip as she drops to her knees in front of me.
‘There was no favour. What happened last night was as much for my benefit as yours.’ Getting her off gives me a different kind of kick. One I can relive in the shower with my right hand long after this comes to its inevitable end.
Perfectly manicured fingers reach for my buckle. ‘You described your perfect date on your sign-up form. That’s what you’re going to get. So, sit back, sip your whiskey, and let me do this for you.’ Lust lights her eyes as she tosses my own words straight back in my face, ‘It’s for my benefit, as well as yours.’
‘Can you just do me one favour?’
‘Anything.’ Her voice is low and husky.
‘Take your dress off. You’re so fucking beautiful, Ava, it’s a crying shame when you’re covered.’
She lifts her dress, revealing another set of those stunning lace hold-ups. As requested, she’s not wearing any panties. I inhale a ragged breath, exhale it slowly and watch as her nipples harden beneath lace so transparent, it might as well not be there.
‘Stunning.’ Without taking my eyes from her beautiful body, I take a sip of amber-coloured liquid. It’s exquisite, but it has nothing on the woman who’s on her knees for me. The one who I’ve known all of two weeks but knows exactly what I want.
What I need.
Who I am.
‘Let someone take care of you for once, Cillian.’ She places her own drink on the floor and pushes my torso back until my spine is flush with the chair.
My shoulders drop. I give in to her.
The breathy moan she utters as she undoes my trousers zips straight to my already weeping cock.
‘I’ve wondered what you tasted like for months.’ She rolls her tongue over my tip and our groan of pleasure is simultaneous. She takes me into her mouth and sucks.
It’s heaven.
It’s hell.
I don’t stand a chance of lasting. Her provocative purrs and heady hums of satisfaction are enough to make me blow on their own.
