Page 18 of Her Desire

After dinner, we cleaned the kitchen and made our way to the living room. Ava had talked about wanting to watch some realityhousewives show. I had never watched a full episode but had seen reels on TikTok that had me laughing out loud, so I agreed to watch with her. Ava turned on the show and nestled against me as we got comfortable. She had changed into a silky sheer nightgown I had purchased for her. Well, I didn’t go out and buy it, but I had my personal shopper send over some lingerie from one of my kinky collections. Oh yeah, not only do I design and sell sex toys, but we also have a very sexy lingerie line, too.

As the show played, I couldn’t help it as my hands began to roam over her body. At first, Ava didn’t move as I cupped one breast and gently massaged it. Her breathing was light as she allowed me to explore her, which was my favorite thing to do.

“You are making this very difficult,” she giggled as a commercial began to play.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, pretending I had no clue what she was alluding to. My mouth trailed kisses down her neck as I slid the nightgown over her head. Ava was naked in front of me now, and I knew I needed to have her.

“You said we could watch television,” she huffed playfully.

“You can watch while I enjoy tasting you,” I said, taking her nipple in my mouth.

Moaning, Ava let her head fall back. Her silky hair fell around her face. This caused me to suck harder on her nipple. One hand slid down to her pussy, and she was hot and wet for me. She might play like she wants to watch television, but she is ready for me.

“Well, that’s not fair. I need to enjoy this,” she pouted.

One finger slipped inside of her drenched pussy as I crashed my mouth against hers. Ava didn’t even try to fight it. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I began to pump in and out of her. I loved the feeling of being inside of this woman. She was tight and hot, and it turned me on.

“Oh, Sam,” she screamed as I added a third finger inside of her.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need me to do to you,” I ordered her.

Ava’s eyes went wide as her first orgasm washed over her. I felt her walls clench around my fingers, and her juices coated my hand.

“I want you to fuck me,” Ava yelled, her arms tightening around me.

Hearing her talk dirty turned me on. Dropping to my knees, I pushed Ava onto the couch, so she was on her back. My lips found her pussy, and I began kissing and licking at her juices. “You like this?” I asked, my tongue pushing inside of her.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she cried out.

I didn’t plan to stop pleasing this woman. As I continued to suck and nibble on her clit, Ava screamed out my name, her walls crashing all around me. Fuck, this woman was amazing, and nothing could ever compare to moments like these.

The gentle rise and fall of Ava's chest against mine became the metronome of my racing thoughts. I felt her breath, warm and steady, as she eased back to look me in the eyes. The Miami night wrapped around us like a velvet curtain, intimate and expectant. After an hour of sex, we had forgotten all about the show. Exhausted and satisfied, we finally crashed into bed.

Ava lay in my arms, her fingers tracing patterns on my forearm, each touch anchoring me further into the now. I held my breath, not daring to interrupt this moment of revelation.

"I want this, Sam. I want us. Forever," she declared, her voice gaining strength. "I might stumble, and I'll probably need time to trust fully, but—I'm in. If you're willing to take this chance with me."

The world seemed to pause, hanging on the precipice of her words. A swell of emotion rose within me—a cocktail of joy, relief, and awe at her courage.

"More than anything, Ava," I whispered, my resolve mirroring hers. "There's nothing I want more than to be with you, to navigate whatever comes our way together."

Her smile bloomed then, radiant and genuine, lifting the shadows from her face. She reached up, threading her fingers through my black hair, tugging me closer until our foreheads touched.

Our embrace tightened, the physical manifestation of our mutual pledge. Ava’s petite frame fit perfectly against mine, as if she was meant to be there all along. We were two souls, scarred yet hopeful, committed to mending and growing side by side.

Chapter 10

Ava

My mind rattles as I realize I have to talk to a friend about what I’m going through. My first thought is to call Lydia.

She answers on the first ring.

“Hey, I thought you had ghosted me,” Lydia answers.

Rolling my eyes, I laugh.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” I kid. “Anyway, I really wanted to talk to you.”

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