Page 39 of My Weakness

She pours us two glasses of wine and places mine down next to the board where I’m currently chopping the oregano.

“Is it finally making its way through that thick skull of yours that I love you and I always have?”

“Maybe,” she whispers into her glass.

I lean towards her and place a kiss on her forehead, lingering for a few seconds and breathing in her delicious scent.

“I’ll take a maybe, it’s better than the no we were at a few weeks ago.”

Ava

The most delicious smell has filled River’s apartment; I’ve not tasted it yet, but my mouth is already watering. He’s a fantastic cook and I am totally here for anything he dishes up. I also love watching him, there’s something inherently sexy about a man who can cook, and one that looks the way River does is the Holy Grail.

“Please tell me it’s nearly ready,” I groan. “I don’t think I can take this smell and not taste it for much longer.”

“Two minutes, pipsqueak.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” I jump up from my stool and get the plates and utensils to set the table. “How long have you lived here?” I ask as I hand him the plates to dish up.

“Two years, but I’ll be moving in about a year.”

“What? Where?”

“I’m having a house built.” He scoops a large spoonful of the meatballs onto a plate, and I’m momentarily distracted by how delicious it looks.

“A house? How am I just hearing about this now?”

“I haven’t told anyone. It’s something I’ve kept close to me, but I’d like to take you to see it.”

“Yes!” I squeal. “I would love that.”

“Good. Now take your seat — dinner’s ready. And the sooner we eat, the sooner I can get you into bed.”

My pussy clenches at his words, she’s a complete slut for the man in front of us. She doesn’t care about anything that’s happened between us over the years. All she cares about is being filled by his beautiful, giant cock. The problem is that I’m starting to agree with her.

Chapter Twenty-five

Ava

My legs part automatically before I’m even conscious and aware of what I’m doing. My body accepts River’s unquestionably, as though we are made for each other, as if this was always meant to be.

“Shhh, baby. Go back to sleep if you need to, I just need a little something to see me through until morning.” His fingers slip between my thighs, finding the wetness that’s already gathered there, that’s always there for him.

I moan. “Hmmm, feels so good…”

“Fuck,” he rasps in my ear. “You’re always so fucking wet for me. You love being my perfect little slut, don’t you?” I can only gasp my reply as he pushes two fingers into me, hard and deep. “You need my cock already, don’t you? Need to feel so full you can’t tell where you end and I begin.”

“Yes,” I whimper as his cock pushes inside me.

“Always so fucking tight,” he groans. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”

He slowly thrusts inside me, making love to me. It’s the only way I can describe it, his thrusts are unhurried, and he kisses me between every drive of his cock, his teeth grazing the skin of my neck as he whispers words of praise, encouragement, and love in my ear.

My orgasm doesn’t rush upon me this time, it’s as slow and drawn out as the way he’s taking me. It goes on and on, pleasure continually flooding my body. It’s steady but no less intense because of it.

“Christ, baby,” he grates. “You’re milking my cum right out of me. I can’t hold back when you squeeze me like that.” His hips finally still, but he stays exactly as he is, his body pressed up behind mine.

I can already feel my eyes closing, the orgasm lulling me back to sleep.