Her eyes lift from staring at the ground. My cock, now hard, strains against the zipper of my jeans when I see the hankering beaming from her rich eyes.
“Most of their questions were about you.” She licks her lips as her eyes drop to my crotch. “And the accuracy of your nickname in high school.”
When her eyes lift back to mine, it takes all my strength to remain glued to my spot. The savage smile on her face tells me she didn’t miss the hardness in my jeans.
“It’s true, isn’t it?” she queries, glancing into my eyes.
“You’ll have to wait to find out,” I reply.
The quiver in my voice displays how badly my restraint is wavering.
“When?” she asks, unashamed.
I peer into her candid eyes. “When you haven’t been drinking.”
The huff expelled from her lips makes me even harder. I amble to the door of the bathroom and collect my suit bag, no longer trusting myself around her. I spent half of my night with a throbbing cock, reminiscing about the taste of Ava’s sweet pussy, imagining how invigorating it will be having her tightness wrapped around my cock.
Knowing I’ve never been able to restrain myself when Ava and I are alone, I need to leave before all my inhibitions gravely falter. I want her. I want her urgently. More than my next breath. But I don’t want our first time together fueled by the alcohol lacing her veins.
My intentions on a quick getaway are foiled when Ava asks, “Can I ask a favor?”
Swallowing the brick in my throat, I nod, soundlessly approving her request. I’ve never had the capacity to deny her.
The stiffness of my cock turns painful when she asks, “Can you unzip my dress? I can’t reach the hook, and Jorgie is passed out in the middle of her bed.”
I grin, stifling a chuckle before shuffling across the room to dump my suit bag on my bed. The closer I pace to Ava, the more her eyes widen. She stares at me with hankering eyes but remains completely silent. I would have assumed she’d passed out if it weren’t for the occasional blink. Once I stop in front of her, she gathers her hair to one side before pivoting around, giving me access to the hidden zipper and hook resting beneath her shoulder blades.
It could be my overactive imagination, but I swear a soft moan escapes her lips when my hand brushes the bare skin on her back. Needing to know if my simple touch caused that type of reaction, I run my index finger along the edge of her right shoulder blade. What I heard the first time is accurate. There is no doubt in my mind a soft, lust-filled moan spilled from her lips.
My stiffened shaft digs into the fly of my trousers when I lower her zipper down her dress. Once the zipper is all the way down, stopping at the curve of her backside, she clasps her dress at the chest and spins to face me.
“Thank you,” she whispers faintly, looking up at me with her beautifully unique eyes.
I smile, accepting her praise before taking a step backward. From the way she is staring at me, hungry-eyed and eager, I need distance between us, and I need it now. My eyes bulge when Ava releases her grip on the dress. It plummets to the floor, crinkling around her stiletto-covered feet. Even though my brain is screaming at me to leave, my eyes rake the length of her barely covered body, not once, but twice.
Fuck me!
There are two types of people in the world. The first are the ones who use clothing to accentuate their beauty, their garment selections purely made to enhance their god-gifted assets. Then there is the second group: a very small, carefully selected group of people who should wander the earth as naked as they day they were born just to give mere mortals the opportunity to witness pure perfection at least once in their lifetimes.
Ava belongs in that group.
Her beauty goes above and beyond what I could have ever envisioned when I was picturing her in nothing but a pair of heels and panties. She is… too perfect to ever formulate a word for. Go to a dictionary and look up the definition of beauty and perfection. Those are the words I would use to describe Ava as she is standing before me now. A small gold cross sits between her pert, lush tits. Her frame is slender but seductive with curves in all the right places. From the sheer panties she is wearing, and from what I felt earlier tonight, her pussy is bare and erotically exposing her arousal. She is a fucking goddess.
My eyes rocket to hers when she takes a step closer to me. I shake my head, pleading with her to stay where she is. My inhibitions on making her mine are severely wavering.
“I want this,” she mutters huskily, stepping closer to me. “I want you.”
Stick me with a fork. I am fucking done.
Twenty
Ava
Although my mind is hazy, it isn’t the alcohol strumming through my veins causing my giddiness. It is Hugo. I’ve spent a majority of my night floating on cloud nine after nearly every desire, wish, and want I’ve ever craved was fulfilled beyond my greatest expectations. My every whim was satisfied – all except one. I plan on correcting that misconception now.
Anticipation buzzes through me as the indecisiveness hampering Hugo’s eyes fades with every step I take towards him. The crackling of energy between us is electric, spurring on my desire to seduce him. The ache weighing down my breasts increases as I pace to him. His eyes are rapacious and firmly planted on me.
“I’m not drunk,” I assure him, finalizing the last step.
