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“You’re going to pay for this,” I say.
She smiles at me, knowing her “punishment” is something to look forward to.
We finally make it back to Ava’s apartment, and before I even have a chance to collect her on the other side, she’s already making her way toward the front of the vehicle to meet me.
“I couldn’t wait,” she says, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing me again.
I break the kiss to lead us into her building. This time, the main door is locked. Ava stops kissing me and removes the building key from her small crossbody bag. I work fast to get the door unlocked and turn back to her, lifting her into my arms.
Quieting her surprised yelp by fusing my mouth back to her full lips, I begin walking us up to the second-floor landing. Ava has her taut thighs wrapped around my hips, her hands playing in my hair, and she peppers kisses all over my face and neck.
Getting up the stairway in quick time, I’m able to get Ava’s door open, though her tongue laving over my face, neck, and lips is breaking what little resolve I have left.
Setting her down in the entryway, I lock up behind us. Ava reaches for my hand and tries pulling me into the bedroom with her.
I pull her flush against me and begin feasting on her lips. Ava begins sucking my own, and I hoist her up, wrapping her pretty long legs around my hips. The motion pushes down my still unzipped pants.
We begin tearing at each other’s clothes, almost like we’re both in a fight to see each other naked and be skin on skin. Without our mouths losing contact, Ava pushes on the suit jacket and her nimble fingers work the buttons loose, separating my shirt. The warmth of the apartment feels pleasant on my skin.
I release her, setting her back onto her feet. I begin to push down my pants when Ava places both hands on mine. “No, let me.”
I can’t resist the saucy look she throws my way. I move my hands to the side as Ava squats down, removing my shoes and socks before easing the pants down ever so slowly.
“Ava, you’re killing me here.”
She giggles. “Patience, Brandon,” she says. The vantage point of seeing Ava down in front of me makes my erection even more painful.
She’s still squatting before me when the only article left to remove are my boxer briefs. Ava slips her clever hands into the waistband, palms on my hips, before working the black material down. Our eyes lock as she maneuvers them off my granite length. Once she has the underwear at my ankles, I step out, ready to grab her and return the favor when she holds my ankles, stilling me, and leans forward to wrap her lips around the head of my cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensation of Ava’s hot, wet mouth suctioning me. Her wicked tongue outlines the head of my cock. Ava working her mouth over me has me leaning forward, fists on the wall of her entryway.
The sound of Ava gagging on me is a fucking melody. An aria. Ava’s soft, wet mouth feels like coming home, and my hips begin thrusting forward on their own volition. Ava doesn’t protest, still deep-throating me. My balls tighten, and I know it won’t be long.
The idea of her swallowing me for the first time gets me even harder, but I’m not ready for that yet.
I have to push her back with force.
“Why’d you do that?” Ava asks, not moving to wipe her mouth. The lip gloss she wore tonight is all over her mouth and chin, and some of its remains are on me. The lip gloss on my cock shouldn’t be a turn on, but I likewearingAva.
“Because I want the first time I come to be inside you.”
Ava pouts, but her hands are now moving to work the base of my cock again. “But you were so close.”
I shake my head, not able fight back my smile. This woman will be the death of me.
“Now, it’s your turn,” I say. “You still have way too many clothes on.”
Though it pains me, I remove Ava’s hand from stroking me and stand her back up to her full height. Locking my hands around her hips, we resume our frantic kissing like earlier by the SUV. The sensation of her short dress against my cock creates a friction that’s only making me crazier, and I slip one hand under her dress, feeling the thin, silky material housing Ava’s soaking pussy.
Tightening my hold around her waist, I slip two fingers inside the material with my other hand, seeking Ava’s clit.
“Oh, Brandon,” she gasps. I persist, swirling my finger over her tightening flesh. Ava’s breathing increases, her wetness is all over my hand, and I kiss her again. “Please, Brandon, I can’t take anymore.”
Ava begins pulling at my hair, and I break our mouths apart and use both hands to slide her panties down. She moves to step out of her heels, but I put a hand on her knee to stop her movements. “No, leave them on.”
The look Ava throws me sears into my mind forever. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget this night with Ava Wells and how good she looked in the moonlight streaming through her windows. How flushed her cheeks were because of me.
“Fine by me,” Ava says. “Now what about the dress?” She questions me like it’s a challenge. A challenge I gladly meet.
