Operation Sex Kitten

by Tess Summers

  When she opened her eyes and looked at him, a thought jolted through him like a lightning bolt. What if tonight is Ava’s way of saying goodbye? God, he hoped not. If tonight was Ava’s farewell to him, he was going to at least know he had treasured every inch and second.

  His lips trailed down to her chest above her breasts, where he lightly licked and sucked while his hands moved up and down her sides. He eventually made his way to cup her tits and squeeze them lightly. His mouth found her nipples, and he took his time attending to each one. Over and over he sucked on them and gently bit down, causing her to gasp and hold his head closer to her.

  She started pressing her mound against him, and her hands sought out his dick to fondle it. Grabbing both her wrists in one hand and putting them over her head, he murmured in her ear, “This is about you right now, baby. Just relax and let yourself enjoy how good I can make you feel.”

  Her loud moan of “Ohhh,” was immensely satisfying, and he continued where he left off with her tits. Sliding down to her belly, he kissed every inch of her flat stomach and spent an extended amount of time where the waistband of her panties would lay, if she were wearing any, and not going any lower. The tease was driving her crazy, and he could smell how wet she was.

  He slid between her legs, bypassing her pussy and stopping at her knee, where he sensually sucked her skin before moving his hands up her thighs and rubbing the inner part of her leg that started forming her body’s V.

  Arching her back and moaning in approval, she tried moving her sex against his hands as he began working his mouth up her legs to meet where his hands were working. Her juices had trickled down her inner thighs, and he took his time licking her skin clean. She was in torturous, teasing heaven, and Travis could feel the heat generating from between her legs. When he finally moved his hand between her slit to rub her up and down, she moved her head to the side and inhaled sharply, then exhaled in a slow groan, finally achieving some satisfaction from his teasing touch.

  He licked her outer lips all over and began sucking on them while running his tongue along her labia taking great care to avoid contact with her clit. When he finally let his tongue flick her, she bucked her hips into his mouth and loudly moaned, “Ohhhh yeessss,” sounding like a tire losing air.

  Pulling her hood back, he began moving his tongue like a vibrator against it while inserting a finger into her pussy and curving it up, looking for her G-spot. Her shallow breaths and thrusting hips let him know he had found it. She started moaning while his tongue assaulted her erect clit, and his fingers fucked her at a fast pace.

  When she grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into her crotch as she cried out, he felt her wetness all over his fingers as she came. Raising his head, he simply smiled and put a finger to her lips, which she hungrily sucked while looking him in the eye.

  Groaning, he closed his eyes, imagining his cock was in place of his finger in her mouth, and moved up to lay beside her and hold her close. He smiled a little smile, loving that he knew how to please her, and was determined to make her come and come again this go-round. If he was going to compete for her, he was going to use the fact he knew what turned her on to his advantage, and at least give Major General Thompson a run for his money.

  *

  Ava lay in his arms and swore she was in ecstasy as the afterglow of her orgasm washed over her. His scent, his warmth, his touch…what he had just done to her, it was all wonderful. She had been tired of feeling hurt and just wanted to stop the pain. Making love to him wasn’t going to solve anything, but it was making her feel better, at least for tonight.

  She was straddling his right leg, masturbating her wet pussy against his muscular thigh as she burrowed her face into his neck, when she had an intense need to have his cock in her mouth.

  As she began to slide down his leg while kissing his chest, he tried to stop her, whispering, “No, Ava. Baby, this is about you.”

  This time when she said, “Please, Travis,” it took on a whole new meaning, and he relented as she insistently worked her way down his body.

  She had wanted to tease him as much as he had teased her but didn’t have the willpower. She needed him in her mouth and eagerly put his cock between her lips to suck and stroke him with her tongue.

  “Oh, Ava!” he groaned while looking down and watching her pleasuring him.

  She looked up from between his legs and smiled while she circled her tongue over his balls. Throwing his head back and groaning, he ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair as she sucked each one gently. Her mouth made its way back to his shaft, and she took long strokes up and down it with her tongue before taking him back into her mouth. Sucking his tip like a lollipop and circling her tongue around his hole, she murmured, “Mmm,” while squeezing his balls.

  She loved how he tasted, and every now and then she could recognize herself from their earlier lovemaking session. She wasn’t in a hurry to escalate what she was doing, wanting to savor the experience, unsure what tomorrow was going to bring them.

  Every time he tried to touch her, she would move away, concentrating solely on him. Except it seemed all he had in mind was concentrating on her. After only a few minutes of her sucking, licking, and tasting at her leisure, Travis attempted to feast between her legs again. However, when he tried to move her, she wasn’t budging from her position. He swiveled her around, laying her across his body, her legs spread, and her pussy in his face while she continued to work on his cock.

  He ran his hands over her butt before sliding them to down massage her inner thighs, but returned to her backside. He took his time massaging and squeezing it, while groaning, “Fuck, I’ve missed this ass!”

  He spread her apart and began to lick her with short, shallow strokes up and down, then side-to-side, in between sucking on her clit. When he added darting his finger in and out of her, her rhythm on his cock was disrupted, and she laid still, enjoying letting him lap her up. She felt him smile and knew he was feeling cocky because he still remembered just what to do to turn her on.

  Grabbing her ass, he slid her down so her wet slit was right on his mouth and grabbed two handfuls of her cheeks to pull her wide open, murmuring, “Such a wet, pink little pussy,” before burying his face between her legs. He was loud with his slurping, sucking, and fingering, and provided a stimulating commentary while doing so.

  “You are soaked, baby.”

  She couldn’t deny that. He had a way of doing that to her.

  “Do you like it when I fuck you with my tongue?” he asked while darting it in and out of her.

  All she could do was mewl. “Oh yes.”

  He pulled his mouth away and slid one finger in while observing, “Such, a tight, perfect pussy.” She was drenched, and he began to assault her clit with his mouth, flicking his tongue fast over her while shaking his head back and forth.

  Her gasps of pleasure only spurred him on.

  “Mmmmm, you taste so good,” he said as he returned to tongue fucking her while maneuvering her lips and clit with his fingers.

  Her moans indicated she was close.

  “Oh, that’s it, baby, come for me. Come all over my face,” he whispered as she started to grind against him. “Let me taste how good it is.”

  He increased his speed and pressure in between her legs. Soon she cried out, “Oooohhhhh fuuuuuuuuck!” as she climaxed on his tongue, and he greedily slurped it up.

  She moved her body around so she was directly on top of him; her tits mashed against his stomach as her head lay on his chest while she basked in her post-orgasm euphoria. She was cooing with contentment when she slid him inside her puffy, wet pussy.

  “Oh, baby, I love feeling your cock inside me,” she whispered huskily as she began to move up and down on him.

  “I love your sweet pussy,” he continued. “Can you hear how much you love it when I’m in you?”

  The sloshing sounds coming from her were undeniable, and she was still incredibly
turned on.

  “You make my dick so damn hard,” he growled as he started to firmly fuck her from underneath. Ava gasped at how much she loved being taken by him, his strong hands on her hips holding her still while he swiftly penetrated her. When she looked lustfully at him, he groaned and grabbed her face to pull her in and kiss her. Moving one hand in her hair behind her head, he wrapped his other arm around her middle, squeezing her against him before resuming fucking her.

  *

  Reaching up to bring her mouth to his again so he could continue kissing her, he wished he could last all night as he watched her face while thrusting deep into her. He loved her and never wanted her to leave his arms. She belonged with him; certainly she had to know that?

  Taking over the lead, Ava began to ride him seductively like a sexy cowgirl, rolling her hips as she moved up and down on him, and he reached up to massage her tits while she threw her head back. She was so unbelievably sexy the sight of her alone could have made him come; sliding in and out of her wet, slippery pussy was simply a bonus. But, he had a mission to accomplish—getting her to come again during this session, so coming now for him wasn’t an option. Holding her hips again, he brought her all the way down on him and held her there while they both relished the feeling of her being filled with him before moving his thumb back and forth on her clit.

  She was staring down at him and he uttered, “Oh, Ava. I—”

  She didn’t let him finish, instead leaning down to kiss him in an attempt to silence him.

  Why won’t she let me say it? He had a sinking feeling he knew why.

  Rolling her over, he once again took pleasure in kissing and touching every part of her body, breathing in her scent and relishing her taste. He wanted tonight to be imprinted in his memory forever. As she responded to his touch, he hoped it was in hers as well. He wanted her to feel his caress every time her new lover put his hands on her, knowing there was no way he could match up to how Travis made her body feel.

  He made her climax two more times and was planning on stopping before achieving his own orgasm when she looked at him like she was hurt.

  “Don’t I turn you on?” she questioned in a small voice as he moved up to hold her after her last orgasm.

  “More than any other woman,” he replied, his face inches from hers.

  “Then why can’t I make you come?”

  Right then he realized his pleasure was important to her. He thought by only concentrating on her, he was proving how much she meant to him, not understanding she derived almost as much fulfillment from his satisfaction as her own.

  “Oh, baby, are you sure I haven’t worn you out?”

  She pulled his mouth to hers where she kissed him gently and long before moving his hand between her legs to show him how wet she was.

  “Positive,” she whispered with a smile.

  He rolled her over onto her stomach where he moved her legs together before entering her from behind. They had both loved that position the last time they did it, and his ego was hopeful to make her come once more with him.

  He accomplished his mission just in time before he filled her pussy deep inside with his sperm.

  When he slid out of her and came back with a towel, he got a little hard again watching his white cum dripping from her smooth pussy.

  It was only a few hours before sunrise, and they fell asleep in their normal position.

  Yes, he thought as he held her close, she was made to be in my arms.

  Chapter 20

  AVA woke up the next morning snuggled next to Travis. For the first time since they’d been together, she felt ashamed of herself for having sex with him. She loved how he felt as she lay next to him, and she shuddered at the thought of how he had made her body feel, but now she felt…empty. She had allowed herself to have last night with him and not think about all that had transpired between them, willing their physical intimacy to make up for the hurt, the reality of the situation now hitting her heart as harshly as the morning sunlight did her eyes.

  She tried to slip out of his arms, but he tightened them as soon as she did and made no attempt to ease up in order to let her go. Instead, he nuzzled her hair as he whispered, “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Hi,” she responded softly.

  “Are you hungry? Do you want to go get breakfast?”

  The idea of food right now made her feel queasy, so she gently shook her head. “No, I think we need to talk.”

  Other than the deep breath she felt him take in, he didn’t move. At first she wondered if he heard her but then realized she hadn’t exactly made an attempt to move either. Maybe they could just lay there forever? That way she wouldn’t have to figure out exactly how she was feeling.

  Travis began to stir. She was still unsure how she felt, let alone what she was going to say. Sitting her up, he put his hand under her chin so she would look at him. He had a determined look on his face. It was clear he was going to talk first, before she even had a chance to say anything.

  “Ava, I am so sorry I hurt you. I can’t tell you how ashamed I am for what I did. This last month without you has been the worst month of my life. Please say you’ll let me try and make it up to you, and there’s a possibility you can forgive me one day. That you’ll give me another chance?” His eyes were pleading with hers.

  Wait. What happened to ‘I love you?’ He had been willing to say it last night while they were making love—what changed?

  He hadn’t really meant it, and it’s morning, that’s what changed. She was suddenly very relieved she hadn’t let him tell her last night. She could only imagine how hurt she’d feel now.

  Her head was spinning once again. While glad he was remorseful and missed her, as she had missed him terribly, she knew their feelings for each other were lopsided—she cared way more for him than he did her and knew if they continued their relationship, she was only going to fall so deeply in love with him she’d never recover once it truly had run its course. Right now, she still had a shot at healing.

  When she didn’t say anything, he continued. “We can go as slow as you want. I don’t want to pressure you, but baby, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

  She heard herself suggesting dinner the following night. What the hell? Where did that come from? What are you doing?!

  He let out a long sigh as if relieved. “Anywhere, you name it. Tell me what time to pick you up.”

  She hesitated, trying to think of somewhere they would not be recognized. The Out and About section of the paper had been having a field day with him being seen with “an unidentified pregnant woman.” Ava didn’t need to add fuel to that fire.

  “Let’s go to Sullivan’s. You can pick me up at six-thirty,” she paused and challenged, “if that works for you.” Six-thirty was going to be difficult for him, and she knew it. He normally didn’t even leave the office until at least seven.

  “I’ll make it work.” He cocked his head at her. “Sullivan’s, huh?”

  A sandwich and ice cream shop, she knew it was an interesting choice but shot him a look that dared him to criticize it. “Do you have a better idea?”

  “No, I love Sullivan’s. I used to take my nephews there all the time. When they were five.”

  She just smiled and he laid back down, motioning for her to nestle in next to him.

  “I’m going to check on Fred around lunchtime, if you’re interested in meeting me.” He hesitated then added with a smile against her hair, “Or I could pick you up, and we could go together?”

  She smiled almost apologetically. “I think I will stop by on my way to the office.”

  “Okay.” He sounded disappointed.

  Ava was feeling emboldened by the temporary power shift between them, there were things that had been weighing on her mind, and now seemed the perfect time to address them. Rolling onto her stomach so her upper body was on his chest and her head on her fists while looking at him, she asked, “That day at you
r office…why didn’t you come after me?”

  She felt him jerk and could almost hear what he was thinking. Fuck, Ava, are you really going to do this to me now? But she was going to do it now. If she waited, she might lose her nerve.

  “Because I was stupid and arrogant,” he said while tucking her hair behind her ear. “Believe me, I regretted it every day,” he added before kissing her.

  That didn’t sound like her Travis. He wasn’t one to live with regret. If he truly wanted something, he went after it. She didn’t understand how or why she would be an exception, but didn’t know what to say to press the matter. She was going to figure it out. That topic wasn’t over yet.

  “So if Tara wasn’t your sister and just a girl you were dating, what would you have done if she showed up on your doorstep pregnant?”

  Without hesitation, he stated, “I’d ask her to consider an abortion.”

  Her body stiffened, and she shifted away from him slightly. Her hopes dashed, she was left to ask him, “What if she wouldn’t?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Then I guess I’d resign myself to writing a check every month.”

  She felt like she’d been kicked in the guts. There honestly was no possible future with him, even if he did eventually fall in love with her. No kids was a deal breaker, not to mention, was he really that big of an asshole that a baby would simply mean writing a monthly check, nothing more? Had she been so blinded by her feelings for him she failed to see him as he truly was? Was he actually a giant douchebag?

  “Oh,” was all she could manage to say.

  He narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. “Ava, I have always taken great care in that department. I’m not writing anyone a monthly check, and I’ve never had to ask a woman to make a choice based on my recklessness. There won’t be someone showing up at our wedding announcing her child is mine.”

  Okay, wait. What the fuck? Did he say their wedding? And something about not having any illegitimate children?