Imperfections Take Me As I Am (The Imperfections Series Book 3)

by Shaniel Watson

  Our lips move pressed together, teeth bumping, wet suction noises from a heated kiss picking up the beat of my heart. Carrying us both away to the point of forgetting where we are. The moaning between us getting louder and louder in the quiet of her hallway bouncing around us. My fingers curl into her flesh at the back of her neck eliciting a louder moan from her, making her bite down hard on my lip. I grunt and tightly wrap my hand in her hair.

  Panting, she releases my lip from between her teeth. “I love this side of you. I want more.”

  I pull her lip back between mine swirling my tongue across, soothing the ache I know I caused. “I know you do.” My hand stills in her hair. I push my hand up her shirt fondling her breast releasing her lips.

  “Oh, Chris,” She says against my neck licking and sucking.

  “Ah, fuck that feels good, Ava.”

  “The quality of tenants is rapidly declining,” a voice declares in a hostile tone.

  My head flies up to see a gray-haired man glaring at Ava and I. She looks over my shoulder pressed between me and the door and groans. “Damn. Goodnight, Mr. Crestly.”

  He walks by mumbling, “This used to be a decent building.” And something else about committees and screening boards. “Goodnight, indeed, Ms. Alexander,” He raises his voice down the hall.

  I smile down at her, the moment broken, letting her go. “He’s not happy.”

  “I swear they’re going to start a committee to kick me out.” Taking a deep breath, she leans her head back against the door. “You’re not coming in, are you?”

  “Rain check?” I brush the side of her cheek.

  “You’re attracted to me and I’m attracted to you. Neither of us are in a relationship now. right?”

  “Right.”

  “Why don’t you want to, what’s holding you back? I really want to know because you have me all worked up and now you’re letting me down again.”

  “Not because I don’t want to...I don’t want to confuse things.”

  “Who’s confused? I know what I want. All or nothing type of gal. I’m all in.”

  “What if the little girl turned woman’s fantasy doesn’t live up to your expectations, Ava?”

  “Reality seldom lives up to one’s expectations but I’ve always been able to adjust. If it’s not all I thought it would be, I’ll adjust again. It may not seem like it all the time but I’m a woman with her feet planted firmly on the ground. I know what I want, no regrets.”

  I hear what she’s saying but I’m uncertain. I want to devour her; I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Looking at her alone I want to take her, showing her exactly how much I brutally want to claim her body again. Sex with her is on another level, I love her raw passion and enthusiasm. I’ve been trying to deny it and her for months. Denial will only take you so far before you break with a sore dick. I need to be sure though because once we start I don’t think I can go back again.

  “I want to make sure I’m on the same page as you, no regrets.” I kiss her cheek and her lips. “Don’t think I don’t want to. You know I do. You’re sexy as hell and if anyone can bring me to my knees, it’s going to be you.”

  She opens the door, turns and traces the tip of her fingertips across my lips. She goes in but before closing the door says, “When you stop fighting, I’ll be here.”

  I put my hand on the door and put my head against it. Why am I fighting her? Maybe it’s habit because it’s what I’ve always done. I was sincere about not wanting to hurt her because my relationship with Sage wasn’t long ago. Would she be a rebound? I seriously doubt it. Ava could never be anyone’s rebound, you’re more likely to be hers.

  If I let myself think about feeling her warmth around me, sinking into her incredibly willing body, doing the things I want to do to her none too gently...Fuck it. Nothings ever going to be easy with Ava. You either jump on the ride or don’t attempt to even try.

  Ava

  Ah hell, no sex. At least it was a good date. He absolutely wants me. Something I was beginning to doubt. Next time, he needs a little more time. I kick my shoes off and pull my shirt off. He’ll be ready next time he’s at my door, and I’m not taking no for an answer. I twirl my hair up into a messy bun sticking a hairpin in it. I hum walking back into the living-room to get my phone. I send a quick text to Cat telling her my date went great, I’m home safe and I’ll call her tomorrow to tell her about it.

  There’s a knock on the door. I put my phone down wondering who it is. Probably Mr. Crestly and Mrs. Bryant wanting me to sign a petition for my own expulsion for outrageous wanton behavior. I seriously wish they would. I’ll show them what a misbehaving neighbor is. I yank the door open preparing for a showdown. Unashamedly ready to disarm him in my skinny jeans and purple bra.

  Half of the fight drops out of me when I yank the door open. Jackpot!

  “Nice to see you were getting ready. I love it when you make things easier for me.”

  I feel a rush of excitement opening the door wider, yanking him in by his shirt. “Shut up and fuck me already.”

  I smile as he kicks the door shut crushing his lips to mine in a frenzied kiss. He spins me around grabbing both of my hands pushing me up against the wall. Ripping his lips away from me breathing hard he kisses the side of my face, forcing my arms above my head with one hand.

  “Six long months I’ve denied myself wanting this body. No more. Tell me you want me as bad as I want you, Ava.”

  “I want you more than you fucking know. I want you to wrap your lips around me eating me raw until I scream your name, your tongue is fucking magic.” I spread my legs for him to pull my jeans down slipping his hand into my panties making me squirm with wetness. “Uh, God.” I gasp when his fingers push into me roughly making me catch my breath. “Don’t make me wait this long again, Chris.”

  “Not a chance,” he says licking between my breasts, grasping my nipple between his teeth sending a sharp pain to my throbbing clit while his hand moves in and out of me with a wet sound.

  “Ah hell, Chris, I want to feel you inside of me. All of you. More,” I order hoarsely.

  “I see you don’t remember, in here I call the shots. When I say suck, you suck. When I say Fuck. We fuck. When I say you get down on your knees and suck me off like your life depends on it, you open your beautiful supple lips and take it like the bitch you pretend to be. Only then will you spread those pretty legs for me and I’ll make you come. Got it?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  When we’re like this he is most definitely in control. I gladly yield to him; my pleasure depends on it. He drags his fingers out of me looking into my eyes. Stroking wetness through my folds, playing with me, teasing me mercilessly. Both our mouths open wanting more, the more he won’t give until he knows I’m at the point of begging.

  He pinches my clit between his fingers releasing my juices to rub against me with mercilessly slow soothing circles. Then again, pinching slightly, more pressure. I scream and he seals his mouth over mine rubbing me slowly with his tongue and his hands between my legs. Fast, slow, fast, slow, pinch, fast, slow, pinch. My hips swirl and buck in slow circles grinding against his fingers until I can’t take it anymore.

  I pull my mouth away from his turning my head to the side. Both of us sweating, chests heaving. I manage to free one of my hands from his grasp, pressing it against his on the outside of my wet panties. Forcing him to give me the full contact of his hand against my throbbing flesh.

  He scrapes the side of my neck with his teeth with little nips. “You’re a greedy feisty beauty, wild and untamed, I love it.”

  Hearing his words, my legs quivering, weak with need as he drops my hand, going down to his knees saying, “Put your hand on my shoulder.” I do as I’m told and he pulls down my soaking wet silk panties to my ankles, as I stare down at him in anticipation, eagerly awaiting his glorious tongue to ride my way to bliss.

  As he moves up he kisses the inside of my thighs, tracing a line of kisses to my bare pussy a
s I put my leg on his shoulder. Opening his mouth, he flattens his tongue to lick me from my hot wet opening to my pulsing clit. My eyes close rolling back when he latches onto me suckling me with such force.

  The soft wetness of his tongue and the flood of wetness from me combine in one fluid burst of welcome sensations, exploding behind my eyes in color and light so forceful my legs give way. His strong hand catches me but it’s his glorious head between my legs which anchors me to mind numbing, blinding bliss.

  I’m done for.

  Spent and weak, he kisses my labia, carefully lowering my leg from his shoulder, holding me firmly against the wall while he stands up. Eyes still closed I murmur, “How do you do that to me, with your touch and a swipe of your tongue?”

  “Is it as good as you remember?” he says against my ear.

  “If it was any better, I’d be dead.”

  “That’s what I was aiming for.” I open my eyes. He smiles and scoops me up in his arms. “Come on, we’re not done. I need you in bed for this. I need to be inside you before I expire from need.”

  “Can’t have that. I need you around. What would I do without the magic tongue?” He kisses me making me taste myself as he lays me down on the bed. He pulls my chin down opening my mouth for more. Moving back, he takes off his clothes. I remove my bra opening my legs, holding out my hand, revealing myself to him. He stares for a minute looking at me from head to toe. Then smiles taking my hand coming between my legs.

  He kisses my neck, I wrap my hands around his strong back loving the feel of him, naked and fully press against me. He kisses under my chin rubbing his hard length against me looking into my eyes. “Ava, I need to ask, protection?”

  “Always. You?”

  “Always.”

  “Good. So where is it?” I ask him.

  “Wasn’t planning on this.” He smiles. “Do you have?”

  “Yes.” I smile back. “It’s in the drawer. He pulls the drawer out reaches in and looks at me with eyebrows drawn. He tips his head up looks in and looks back at me.

  “It would be a terrible thing to run out, wouldn’t it?

  “Ava,” he says hand still in the drawer full of condoms.

  I laugh pulling one out of the drawer. “What? They were on sale! I don’t discriminate against a good sale.”

  He shakes his head taking the condom rolling it on. “Only you.”

  I hold his face between my hands kissing him. Holding himself he braces his weight on one arm pushing into me. I sink back into the pillows letting my arms go down his arms. Caressing my leg, he lifts my thigh on his waist, pushing deeper as I squeeze my muscles, tightening around his swelling cock.

  “Ava, yes. You feel so good.”

  He breathes heavily pulling out on a long stroke and sinks back into my depths. I take all of him feeling every stroke. I bite down on my lip moaning, wrapping my other leg around his waist. He picks up speed and I moan louder, “Oh Chris, Chris.”

  He gives me another kiss on the lips putting his hand underneath my shoulder holding onto me. Kissing the tip of my nose he says, “You ready?”

  I nod once closing my eyes reaching down between us rubbing myself as he picks up speed, swiveling his powerful hips pumping into me, shaking my body with shocks, blows of sweet sensation and release. Leaving us both a quivering mess clinging to each other.

  Rolling over he takes me on top of him straddling him. I kiss his chest licking his nipple making him moan, threading his hand through my hair. “Ava, give me a minute or you’re really going to kill me. You feel incredible.”

  “You make me feel incredible. I’m glad you came back.”

  “So am I.”

  He rakes his finger up and down my side over my back making me feel weightless with his touch. I feel myself drifting to sleep rubbing my cheek against his chest in a sleep induced sex haze.

  “Chris.”

  “Yes, Ava.” He answers stroking my hair from the top of my head down my back.

  “I really like you.”

  “I really like you too.”

  Perfect.

  Ava

  Sometime later, I wake alone in my bed under the covers. I lift my head brushing my hair back looking out the door in the direction of the living-room hearing talking but only one voice. I lean up on my side with my arm listening. I make out a few words but only one sticks out, Sage. I lay back down tense pulling the sheet over me.

  I wonder what that’s about. I can honestly say I’ve never had mind blowing sex and had a guy leave my bed to talk to his ex. When he comes back in here I will not ask him any questions about his phone call. None of my business yet. Their breakup is still kind of fresh, they could be talking for any reason. Just because you break up with a person doesn’t mean you immediately erase them from your life. Right? I have exes I still occasionally talk to.

  Don’t overthink this. It’s been an excellent night, don’t start trouble where there might not be any.

  Minutes later he comes back under the covers, his hands on my hips laying close behind me. I close my eyes pretending to sleep trying to shut my overactive mind down and concentrate on the man next to me. I wait till he falls asleep to go to the kitchen. Half an hour later, I find I’m not alone.

  “Have I told you I love the way you smell? You taste even better.” His hands splay across my stomach.

  “No, but that’s good to know,” I say throwing the pasta into the boiling hot water stirring. “Sorry if I woke you, I was trying to be as quiet as I could. I was a little hungry. This is one of the quickest and easiest things to make. Pasta with sauce.”

  “It’s okay. It’s just my hands missed you so did this.” He presses into my ass.

  “This is a first. You making the first move, give a guy an inch and they take a mile.”

  “Be quiet, I’ll give you way more than an inch and a mile.” He kisses my neck with a low chuckle and I place a hand against his jaw.

  He sits across from me. I pick up the glass jar trying to screw the top off. I slap the bottom as hard as I can and try again. Why the hell am I trying so hard? The muscle’s sitting across from me. I hold the jar out to him a bit frustrated, “Make yourself useful. You’re not just here for your good looks, sweetheart.”

  He raises his head munching on a cucumber slice from the plate of vegetables I set on the counter. “Of course I am, but that’s beside the point. I was wondering why you were struggling.” He takes the jar popping the top with one twist, handing it back. “There you go, sweetheart.”

  I pour it in the pan throwing in some seasonings and spices stirring and tasting. Then cutting and chopping up garnish. I realize we haven’t said anything to each other. I look over and he’s quietly watching me. “What?”

  “I didn’t know you could cook. You’re really absorbed, you know what you’re doing. Are you a five-star gourmet chef?”

  “Yes. It’s a part of my broad skill set.”

  “Can I do anything to help?”

  “I got it. Besides,” I squint at him. “If you’re cooking is anything like Cat’s, get the hell out of my kitchen.”

  He laughs. “My sisters cooking is not like that.”

  “She isn’t bad on breakfast but I wouldn’t let her cook anything past boiled water and pasta for lunch or dinner. When we lived together, I forbade her from cooking anything but breakfast foods. I think I’ll offer to give her cooking lessons, Jace will thank me once he starts eating solid foods as he gets older.”

  “You should run that idea past her. As for me, I can maneuver my way around a kitchen. Sophie taught me a little. She was not only a nanny/housekeeper/cook she was a teacher and she taught us how not to starve to death when she or my mother wasn’t around.”

  “Good to know. Are you hungry?” I turn off the stove and move down the counter directly across from him taking a bite of the carrot stick in his hand, making sure to wrap my lips around his fingers while sliding them out my mouth.

  He leans over with a husky voice and kiss
es me. “I’m hungry.”

  God, I love his lips. I push him back on the chair holding back a smile. I’m hungry for that, too. “I meant food.”

  He grumbles, “I guess so. Party pooper.”

  Giving my best shocked expression, I whip my head to the side and turn it back quickly. “Shut your mouth! Don’t you know? If you don’t, ask Cat. I’m the life of the party.” Plating the pasta into an oversized bowl I sprinkling the garnish on top with Parmesan cheese and place it in front of him.

  “I can see that about you. When you and Cat were teenagers you seemed real alive and ready to go.” He picks his fork up pointing at me. “We should have kept a closer eye on you when you were leading my sister down a primrose path of rebellion.”

  “Hey,” I try to yank the fork out of his hand but he holds on challenging me. “I was empowering her to be assertive and have fun. Think about it, life would be pretty boring without me. Wouldn’t you agree?” He looks at me head cocked to the side smirk in place. He’s going to agree with me because he knows I’m right. “If I were you, I’d agree with me. Or else you’re going to be real hungry later, starving. A dry hand never fully satisfied anyone.” I smile.

  “Put like that, how can I not agree? If it’s one thing I don’t like to do is starve, especially when the meals right in front of me.”

  I laugh and yank the spoon out of his hand. “Smart man.” I spear the pasta holding the fork up to his lips. “Eat.”

  He takes a bite eyes opening with a nod. “That’s good.”

  “Thank you.” I feed him a few more bites and hand him back the fork to fix my own plate. I don’t get far.

  He grabs my hand. “Where are you going?”

  “To eat.”

  “Nah, you’re eating with me. You fed me, so let me feed you.” He pats his lap.

  I smile feeling warm and fuzzy inside. Being with him like this is better than I imagined. You build something up in your mind for years but you never know how it’s going to play out until you’re there in the moment.