by Pamela Ann
“Maybe you should stop pretending you’re not having a difficult time trying not to stare at me. We could even use it as a conversation starter.” She was pretty direct, and it intimidated and intrigued me all the more.
“You’re a beautiful girl wearing bits of clothing. It’s rather hard to ignore the bits, if you must know.”
Ava smirked, eyeing me wildly. “Do you fancy me, Reiss?” she murmured, closing the gap between us.
My throat bobbed before rasping out the truth. “More than words could ever describe.”
I was in pure torment with this lust of mine. She enthralled me. From the moment she had captured my attention, I had been a lost cause.
“Good.” Her left hand reached out to touch my chest before it rested against where my heart lay beating. “Do you often think of me after that night?” Gazing up to me, she gave me an expectant look.
There was no point in lying. “You are all I’ve thought about … even if I tried not to.”
“Tell me more about these thought of yours, Reiss.”
That was rather tough to elaborate on, really. I didn’t want to disrespect her. No, that would be the last thing I’d ever do. However, I could go about it in such a sense that could partially enlighten what I’d been dreaming about.
“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever set my eyes upon, Ava.” Clearing my throat, I continued on. “You’re captivating … alluring. You have a way of getting into my mind like no one has ever dared. Your direct approach leaves me speechless. You terrify me, and I simply can’t get enough of you.”
“You want more of me?”
“Without a doubt,” I said succinctly. “I want more.”
Reaching to get a hold of my hand, she brought my fingers to her lips, staring up at me with a deadpan expression. “Have you ever thought of my lips? Have you wondered how they would feel against yours? How they would taste on your tongue?”
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
“Yes, yes, and yes.”
“Perfect.” Her eyes glinted as she used her hand to trail my fingers against the smoothness of her cheek before she brought it to her neck. “Do you like the feel of my skin?”
She felt glorious.
“Everything about you …” I had a rough time getting my words out since my cock had stirred to its bloody full potential. “I think you’re perfection, Ava.”
“You’re too sweet, Reiss. That’s what I like about you.”
I wasn’t necessarily sweet, but with her, it was effortless. I couldn’t help it. She was the loveliest thing I had ever seen.
She then purposely trailed my fingers above the creamy valley of her breasts, brushing along their softness from left to right, making me groan.
“Do you like these breasts? Do they make you hot and hard?”
Christ Almighty. What the utter fuck?
“They’re pure excellence, Ava.” These lovely globes had tormented me since this afternoon; I hadn’t thought of much since.
“And what about this?” She brought my fingers towards her flat, toned stomach. “Do you like this? Her brow arched before she bit into her lip as she motioned my hand farther south, reaching into her heated crevice. “Or do you prefer this better?”
“Ava—” I was in agony. I hadn’t been this hard since I had first figured out masturbation.
“Is there something wrong, Reiss?” She portrayed beautiful, feigned innocence, as if she wasn’t the cause of my miserable disposition.
“You know bloody well what you’re doing to me,” I hissed out the words as though my life depended on them. “My cock’s been a raging inferno ever since you let me touch your sweet pussy.” Anguished, I let my thumb rub along the spot that was barely covered by polyester fabric.
When I heard her moan my name, I ground my thumb farther into her, hoping she’d let me see her fully naked instead of like the last time when she still had her clothes on.
Dear Lord, I was dying. I felt like my emotions were an unbelievable compound of lust, need, want, and all these unfulfilled desires to the point that I was bound to combust at any second.
“You poor thing.” She shook her head in disapproval. Then her next gesture caught me off guard. She cupped my balls before rubbing the rigid shaft within my trousers. “Am I helping you soothe the ache?” she wickedly murmured, making me all the more frustrated.
“A little.” I hoped to God she wasn’t toying with me. Because, if she was, I wasn’t sure where to go from here. Perhaps, I could die from Blue Balls Syndrome. Yeah, that was highly likely.
She made a purring sound when my hips thrust harder into her hand, needing more, so much more, of her.
“Touch me,” I begged, uncaring if I sounded desperate anymore.
One of her wicked, teasing looks appeared, bound to make me suffer further. “Not yet …”
Not yet? Bloody hell.
Desperately needing to communicate the urgency of my condition, I managed to shift the power to me as I steered us against the pillar that was situated in the middle of the room. “You like to tease? Well, let me return the favor, princess.” Just as I finished stating the last word, I didn’t hesitate to assault her luscious lips, kissing her hard, kissing her with all that I had.
Ava tasted like a piece of heaven with a little forbidden on the side. She tasted like ambrosia. Life had a warped way of making one addicted to something so good, so out of this world, that too much consumption of its goodness never failed to put a person in a bind. I knew for a fact that I was hooked, too. Come what may, I’d tackle it just so I could keep having this sweetness on my lips.
The kiss was so consuming my hands didn’t bother to roam anywhere else to cop a feel. Instead, they were cradling her face, never wanting it to end. Her lips battled with the same fervor and enthusiasm as mine. We became suspended from the rest of the world, only feeling us and this one sacred moment we were experiencing.
She broke off the kiss with her eyes closed, panting, undoubtedly just as shaken as I was from the potent power that had occurred.
“I want you, more than words could ever express.” Seeking her eyes, I wanted to see everything in those enthralling, beautiful, blue-violet irises of hers. I craved to see pleasure, shock, passion, and whatever emotion one could provoke from a person; I wanted to see it and claim it as my own.
She hadn’t stopped panting, making her chest heave as it pressed against mine, attaining my undivided attention. Without disconnecting our gaze, my hands sought her breasts, cupping them roughly as I weighed them in my hands, gently squeezing as I challenged her with my eyes. I was waiting for her to tell me to stop, to tell me where my boundaries were, but the only thing that came out of her softly parted lips were soft gasps that told me she wasn’t completely against my forward moves.
Impassioned, I lowered my determined lips before my over-eager tongue snaked out to taste her puckered rosebud nipple.
“Reiss!” she groaned, feeling heady at the sensations my ministrations were producing on her breasts.
As much as I wanted to get to the finish line, I knew I had to take my time in getting her aroused. I needed her in a state of no return so she’d beg me to take her. All of her.
Watching her through lust-filled eyes, I continued my journey of discovering her sensitive areas, kissing my way down to her navel as my hands never parted from her breasts. Once I reached the stretchy band of her nylon shorts, the tip of my nose caressed the area where her womb was located before lowering towards her pussy.
Her legs immediately parted as I buried my nose in her heat and inhaled the scent that soaked her shorts. The potent smell of her pussy provoked the animal in me. She was so wet and ready it drove me a little mad, too maddening perhaps. I became entirely too hasty at lowering her shorts down to her ankles before driving my mouth into her heat without stopping to check if she was okay with it.
With the use of my tongue, I parted her pussy lips, my tongue taking a long sweep of her hot cunt, tasting her s
weet essence. Lips, tongue, and fingers all became my instruments to take her to orgasm, rocking her wet core against my mouth, driving her desire as it took her for a wild experience.
Ava was still coming down from her orgasm high when I kissed her deeply as my hands busied themselves discarding my trousers and boxer briefs. Once my cock sprung free from clothing suffocation, I situated myself between her thighs. My hips rocked as I slid in against her silky skin while I kissed her more hungrily compared to the last time. She responded in the same manner—fervent and seeming out of control.
My cock reached its destination, nestling against the silky wetness of her cunt, sliding against its heat. I began losing myself into the frenzied sensation.
“You feel incredible…just fucking perfect.”
Her moans became my calling as my hips ground deeper into her, demanding her legs to part farther.
“I’m dying to be inside you, Ava.” My plea came out in a rush.
“Reiss …” she gasped, contemplating, “what are you doing to me?”
“I have to be inside you—this instant.”
“I can’t—not yet.” She took her hands off me, giving us a small breathing space before she sought my eyes with a distinct look I didn’t get to see often in the female population.
Did I do something wrong to make her hesitate? I wasn’t quite sure. Besides, she was the one who had instigated sexual advances, so it couldn’t be because she didn’t want me.
“Please, I beg of you,” I said as I pulled her back for a kiss, one she easily parted her lips for.
In between our kisses, she sighed before saying, “I’m a virgin.”
I paused before I looked at her, as if I was seeing her for the first time. How could one be so sexually aggressive and at the same time not have experienced it fully?
“Tell me that this is your poor attempt at twisted humor.”
She shook her head, not denying what she had previously stated. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you beforehand.”
Flabbergasted, it took me awhile to recover from her revelation. “It’s fine,” I tried to reassure her, hoping I could reassure myself, as well.
“Let me stroke you. I don’t want to make it seem like I’m being selfish,” she offered with an apologetic smile. She truly did seem like she was sorry about not warning me in the beginning.
But even though I was about to crack from frustration, I somehow found myself kissing her softly before I kissed her forehead. “Shhh, don’t look so sad. I’ll be okay as long as you are fine.”
“Seriously, let me help you, Reiss.”
She was adamant, and at this point, I didn’t want to keep teasing myself without seeing relief in a way that I had wanted. Besides, I was willing to wait if the outcome was the same.
“How about we do something else? We can watch a movie and cuddle in your bed …”
She raised her brow, glancing at me skeptically. “If you swear you won’t hold this against me, then yes, I’d love to watch a movie.”
God she was adorable as well as sexy. Perfect, she truly was.
“I swear I won’t hold this Blue Ball Syndrome against you, Ava.” I smirked as I plucked her bare bottom up and hauled it over my shoulders before I threw her on her fluffy, lavender-colored bed and tackled her lips one more time.
Chapter 136
After that night, we spent endless nights in her bed, eating, watching movies, and getting to know one another. Of course, I hadn’t halted our physical activities, though each time she wanted to do something to me, I immediately told her to stop. Ava would always appear to be offended, but it wasn’t necessarily because I wasn’t confident she could pleasure me, which she thought was the main reason behind my reluctance. That was far from it.
Truth be told, I was more frightened that I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back, and this easily breakable self-control I had been practicing since I had met her was on the verge of toppling. What then? What happened if I couldn’t control myself? I didn’t want to put her in a position where she’d be afraid of me. That was the last thing I needed. Besides, I was perfectly content catering to her and her alone.
That’s bloody right. Holly was out of the equation. I had to eventually let her go since Ava wasn’t so keen on having girls call when we were together, asking if I wanted to come to their homes and hangout. At first, I wasn’t onboard with the idea, but after I thought hard and pictured if things were reversed, I realized I’d demand the same thing. Therefore, after making a decision, I carried out her request the next day, eradicating the rest of the opposite sex from my contact list.
Since my personal life had gone underground and incognito, my friends had recently accused of me abandoning them for a new addiction. I hadn’t necessarily abandoned them, more like taking a mild hiatus from drinking and horsing about. And as much as I hated to admit it, Ava had become my addiction. There wasn’t an hour of the day I didn’t think of her. Even when I worked, I’d roam around the estate just so I could have a distant glimpse of her.
From time to time, she’d appear out of nowhere and say hello. To onlookers, she might appear cordial, yet her eyes told me otherwise. She loved to tease and see what she could get away with, and she used this advantage to the maximum.
Each day that passed made me realize how important she was in my life. Thus far, our heavily guarded secret was safe.
I wasn’t sure what came over me one night when I spontaneously blurted “I love you” out of the blue while she and I were trying to sleep. Right after I said the words, I realized the weight of them and how much they rang true to what I was feeling inside. I was in love with her, and I wasn’t ever going to take it back.
Ava hadn’t said a thing. Instead, she showed her response through her body, kissing and engaging me in endless antics that left tremors running hot all over me.
I fell in love with her in ways I had never imagined myself, the notorious serial dater, to be capable of. I was entirely hell-bent and obsessive over a woman who secretly loved glitter, a virgin who masturbated on a daily basis, had two left feet whilst dancing, backgammon and chess enthusiast, and an all-around chef in the kitchen.
Yes, I was hopelessly crazy about the fact that she made the best steak pie. I’m quite particular about them, but she brushed me off, stating she’d make me one, maybe even better than my mother’s. I thought her bluffing, although when she brought it to me one night, I salivated as I whiffed the scent of the freshly baked crust and the smell of scrumptious meat. To top it off, she did truly make the better one compared to my mum’s. I knew then the decision was done. I was hers.
Fully, irrevocably, passionately hers.
Of course, things weren’t all that perfect. I still had to climb the wood fence as discreetly as possible. When I saw her about, I had to pretend she didn’t affect me greatly, which was quite tough while my father was around.
Apparently, Mrs. Watson religiously took a sleeping pill at ten in the evening, which gave Ava ultimate freedom to do as she pleased in the house. However, when Mr. Watson, her father, was around, I couldn’t visit her in her room because he was a light sleeper. Consequently, on the nights her father was home, I had to wait for her in the garden for hours on end so I could kiss her and be with her for an hour or two.
There were times in those crucial waiting moments in the garden where I pondered what I wanted to come out of my relationship with her. Ultimately, I would always end up reassuring myself that she’d fight for me somehow. I wasn’t blind; I knew she was falling for me, too, even though she didn’t want to say the words out loud. I understood her fears. We were still young, and getting beyond serious would derail a lot of things for us, but as much as I agreed and supported her claims, I couldn’t help how I felt for her. And telling her each day, each night, how much I loved and adored her became a normal ritual for me.
After we passed the one-month mark, I was almost certain we were going to be absolutely fine together. That was, up until her mother caught
us kissing in the garden while I took a break from work. At first, I thought I’d apologize for my behavior, yet when I heard her shriek at Ava, hurling insults at her before she ordered her to go inside the house and to take her hands off my filth, I knew she wasn’t the kind to accept love and sincerity over money or prestige. She had eyed me with evident disdain in her face, as if I was nothing more than the dirt I tended to everyday.
My apology was long forgotten as I experienced immense loathing towards the woman who bore and nurtured the love of my life. I simply kept my mouth shut during her whole duration of toxic spiel as Ava watched in horror from inside the house.
After catching a glimpse of her tear-stained face, I carried myself away from there and left to go home early. Hearing hurtful words from someone I had barely met made me feel all sorts of things. I felt violent, unworthy, hateful, and most of all, doubtful that things would go anywhere with Ava after what had happened today.
Spending the rest of the day in my bedroom, I ignored her calls or messages, asking if I was okay and incessantly apologizing for her mother’s horrid behavior. It hurt me to ignore her attempts in trying to heal the damage her mum had caused, but I was too deep in my misery to do much else. I was so affected dinner or the mere idea of eating gave me stomach pains.
I felt like I needed to sleep this off and prayed I’d feel less than half-toxic tomorrow. Because, even though I didn’t believe Mrs. Watson’s words, it still stained me. It stained my values and beliefs and the very man I thought myself to be. I despised her for that.
My night had gone as planned, with no interruptions from the outside world as I relished having some alone time, licking my wounded pride and ego.
All was well until Ava decided to show up, knocking on my windowsill. “What are you doing here?” I hissed before I stared at my door, hoping my father didn’t hear her knocking on the glass. She didn’t seem like her usual bright-eyed self; nevertheless, she still looked exceptionally breathtaking.
Brows furrowing, she glanced at my hands that still held the window. “You’re not going to invite me in?” she asked skeptically, and when I didn’t answer, the frown deepened. “After what happened today, can you really blame me for needing to see you? You weren’t picking up my calls, and I became worried.”