‘Ava.’ I caress her thick glossy hair and scrape my fingers over her scalp. ‘Fuck, that’s perfect, baby.’
Goosebumps ripple across her flesh. She tilts her head up, her lust-filled eyes snap to mine. Desire thrums between us. I’ve never experienced intimacy like it.
She glances at the whiskey in my hand, arches an eyebrow and halts her mouth. I gather she wants me to drink. She’s determined to give me the full ‘perfect date’ experience, but nothing is more intoxicating than watching her mouth wrapped around me. She’s so perfect it’s practically painful.
I pull the glass to my lips and take a mouthful. The alcohol has nothing on the blood burning its way through my veins right now.
Seemingly satisfied, Ava continues working me. From her breathy little moans, I’d swear she was relishing this experience the same way I am. Savouring every second. Memorising every detail.
My legs tremble and tighten, I’m hanging on by a thread. I want to finish so badly but I don’t want this to end. Holding my breath, I arch backwards but Ava grips my thighs tighter, digging her fingers in to my skin, pinning me in place. Watching on from under those thick fluttering lashes, she silently pleads me to let go. As if she needs to taste me, as badly as I need to taste her.
My release tears through me, so powerful I feel like roaring. Rippling waves of ecstatic relief flood every single cell. I’m drowning in the most hedonistic experience of my life.
Ava watches on with smouldering eyes. We’re sealed in a stare so powerful it’s like we’re connected as one. My pleasure is hers. I stroke her jawline as her mouth slows to stop.
‘That was transcendent.’And so are you.
She kisses my cock before rocking back onto her knees and picking up her whiskey glass, clinking it against mine in a toast. ‘To your perfect date. Cheers.’
Worryingly, it’s worse than that.
I think she may be my perfect woman.
I down the remainder of the whiskey like it’s a twenty-euro bottle of Jameson available in every Tesco in the country, instead of one of the rarest whiskeys around.
The only thing I want to savour right now is Ava.
Dropping the glass on the carpet beside me, I lean forward and swipe a finger through her wet heat. She’s saturated. Blood crusades to my greedy cock again.
‘You’re soaked.’ I slide my fingers through her slickness and her head rolls back with pleasure. I love how she’s still on her knees for me, but not nearly as much as I’m going to love getting her on her back, spread-eagle across that bed.
‘What do you want Ava? What do you need? Just say the words.’ My lips blaze a trail across her clavicle, and she whimpers.
Her hand covers mine. ‘That’s perfect.’ The urgency in her voice is palpable. My girl needs to get off. So, I’m going to get her off, then I’m going to worship her.
‘Swap seats with me.’ I stand from the chair. She cries out in an animalistic protest as my hand leaves her body. I lift her into the seat and get on my knees. And not because anyone owes anyone anything. It’s because the need to watch her unravel is addictive.
I part her legs and bury my face between them, rolling my tongue over her sweet spot. Her pelvis arches and I slide one hand beneath her peachy asscheek and squeeze. I slip a finger in her centre, pumping her until she cries out my name like a prayer.
‘Don’t stop.’ She watches on, through hazy eyes.
We have a connection. It’s primal. But it’s so much more than that. There’s something way bigger than I’ve ever experienced blazing between us.
A mutual respect. A deep knowing. A tenderness that I never dreamed I was capable of.
When she shakes and shudders and clenches on my fingers, her undoing is my undoing.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again.
When her body finally stills, I pepper her inner thighs with tiny feather-light kisses.
We don’t speak. We don’t need to. I carry her to the bed, place her gently on the cool, smooth sheets and unbutton my shirt. Those glazed eyes blink and then refocus. Good. She’s ready for round two. Or is it round three? Who cares. The need to bury myself inside her is all-consuming.
I pull a silver square from my pocket and tear it open, sheathing my throbbing cock.
Her legs fall open giving me the most stunning view. I drop my trousers and boxers and crawl up the bed towards her, kissing, licking, and sucking as I go. That lace bra might be transparent but it’s in my way. I tug it down until her flawless breasts spill over the top. Taking her nipple in my mouth I suck, and she gasps.
I smile. Really smile, without holding back. It’s the first real one I’ve ever offered her. She’s given me more of herself than any woman ever has. It’s time I give her some of me. The part I normally keep stowed away behind that clipped exterior.
