Elijah

I laid in bed with Ava for a while, both of us silent as we stared at the shadows on the wall, a result of the flickering candles. We were both quiet, exhausted, but I could sense the wheels turning in her head as if she was debating on whether she’d done the wrong thing by being with me.
“I can leave if you’d like,” I said softly. Of course, I didn’t want to leave, I never wanted to lose sight of this woman again—but it was up to her, no matter how badly I wanted to fuck her silly every, single night. She didn’t look at me, didn’t even answer.
Sensing her hesitance, I rose from the bed and dressed. Ava watched me in silence, but I couldn’t read her expression. I hated not being able to read people—this one was a closed book. It both aggravated and intrigued me, leaving my odd obsession with her growing by the moment. What was it about this woman that made me so crazy? I could barely detach myself from her.
“For what it’s worth, last night was amazing.” I shrugged my jacket on and reached for the door handle to leave her in peace, but I was caught off guard when Ava shot from the bed and grabbed hold of the back of my jacket, spinning me around roughly. Thinking that she was finally going to slap the hell out of me for breaking in last night, I was about to untangle myself from her grip when she stood up on her tiptoes and put her lips to mine. Shock sizzled through me as we touched, even more so than before, if that was even possible. I leaned in, suddenly hungry, even more ravenous than before, my breath catching in my throat.
“No.” She put her hands up and pushed me back as if I’d struck her. “I’m sorry.” Trying to catch my breath, I watched her raise her fingers to her lips, touching them. “I’m so sorry,” she said again. “This is inappropriate. I’m a better woman than this. And you, you’re just some rich—”
“Shut up,” I said and kissed her again. She didn’t pull away again like I expected her to. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, embracing me, and closing her eyes. I allowed my fingers to trail down her throat (a sensitive spot, I’d come to find) and then her bare shoulders. As Ava’s skin met my own with a warm, tingling sensation, I realized at that moment I needed her, so God damn desperately. Her skin, her kiss, and the softness of her lips—I craved her like a drug.
Ava groaned as I smacked each bare ass cheek, leaving minor red marks on the delicate skin. I pulled her into me, closer now, and leaned my head down to suck on her breasts. Then I moved my hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch. Ava moaned and closed her eyes, throwing her head back, and a fire ignited in my chest. I needed her again. Right now, there wasn’t another second to waste.
I pushed her back against the wall for the second time that night, and my free hand reached up to embrace her neck. Ava reached for the bulge in my slacks without hesitating, stroking me through the fabric. The touch of her fingers sent a shock through my body, and my hips moved towards her instinctively. I felt weak and empowered, caught on the teetering edge between lust and sense. Ava met my gaze again, and there was a glint in her eyes. Mischievous. Innocent. Irresistible.
“Do you still want me gone?” I whispered in her ear. I was breathless. We both were. My skin was on fire, and I wondered if I could make it through a second time without losing it. I skimmed my eyes over her flushed skin, freckled shoulders, and toned legs. I wanted them wrapped around me as tightly as they could be. “You have one last chance to say no before I fuck you silly.”
She was silent, but her hand stayed firmly on my throbbing dick, and the mischievous glint in her eye held steady. I pulled her into me, away from the wall, meeting her lips once more. She greeted me with parting lips this time, and her tongue searched for mine, restless and desperate. I caught her lower lip with the front of my teeth, teasing her, and when I reached my hand down past her belly button, her pussy was wet, begging me. I slid my pants off, embracing her head as I teased her tongue and lips. I maneuvered her around towards the bed, and I had her down, back resting on the mattress once more in one quick motion.
I stood over her for a moment, admiring how her chest rose with every breath she took. Her skin was flushed, and her eyes gleamed, which only added to my excitement. She was beautiful—stunning. I had never seen such a gorgeous woman. As I watched her, I let my boxers drop to the floor before I knelt on the bed, taking her hand in my own as I slid up to meet her lips once again. She parted for me, both her lips and thighs, and I watched, mesmerized, as she taunted me. She slipped her fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning and writhing on the sheets. Her eyes never left my face. The passion in my body blazed again, and I knew there was no turning back now. Gently I lowered myself onto her, and then I met her lips.
She was practically begging for me now, one hand working expertly on my cock and the other still down, rubbing her clit. Her eyes were wide with excitement, skin still flushed with heat. I didn’t warn her this time as I shoved myself into her. She cried out, throwing her head back, and I grabbed her hair, tightening it around my hand to hold her still. I yanked her head back by the roots and leaned down to suck on her neck as I pounded in and out of her. When I was sure she was on the verge of breaking, I flipped her over to take her from behind, but she fought me.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “I’m not ready.”
I pounded her pussy from behind instead, grabbing her roughly around the waist to get the best depth I could. Ava’s face was in the pillow, and she moaned as she reached between her legs to play with her clit. As I forced myself into her, I slipped one finger into her ass and then another. Ava gasped, surprised, but she didn’t fight me, so I continued to taunt and tease her. As we reached a climax, both of us coming simultaneously, a warm flow of creamy liquid ran down Ava’s legs from her pussy.
We collapsed again together on the bed, trying to catch our breath. In a matter of moments, Ava was giggling as she ran her hands up and down my abdomen.
“Was that good for you?” She shifted, nibbling on my earlobe, and even an innocent come-on like that made me hard for her all over again.
“You are amazing,” I murmured, drawing her into me. Her skin was so soft against mine, so welcoming, that I had no problem lying there with her in my arms, blonde hair tickling my face. We laid in silence for a while, not needing to say much as we enjoyed each other’s company. After a few minutes, she spoke.
“It was a nice thing you did, Elijah. The roses—it was sweet. I’m sorry I reacted the way I did.”
“Me too,” I said. “Because getting pepper-sprayed fucking hurt.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” she blurted. “I probably should have kicked your ass instead of sleeping with you, but I guess it’s too late now.” She smiled and trailed her fingers up and down my chest. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man,” she continued. “It didn’t help the situation that I was horny as hell.”
“But you enjoyed it, yes?”
“I did,” she admitted, so I was surprised when she sat up suddenly, reaching for a quilt to cover herself with.
“What is it?” I sat up as well, reaching for her, surprised by the sudden coldness that radiated from her body. When I reached out, she pulled away. “Ava?”
“I’m trying to have more self-respect,” she said. “And tonight played out exactly the way I hoped it wouldn’t.” She sighed and looked away from me, her eyes on the blank wall in front of her. “I won’t be your piece of ass, Elijah. I’m no one’s booty call.”
“I didn’t say you were.” I reached over again to comfort her, but it was as if an invisible wall of emotional protection had shot up suddenly. We were no longer in our intimate moment—we were strangers again.
“I want you to do something for me,” Ava said. Her blue eyes were misting over when she looked at me as if she were about to cry. An invisible hand squeezed my heart like a metal vice, and I flinched inwardly. Why did I care so much?
“Anything,” I said.
“If you’re serious about this—about us—I want you to take me on a date. You asked me out, but this wasn’t a date, and we both know it. I want to get to know you. The real you.” She took a shuddered breath and nodded as if confirming this to herself. “Can you do that?”
As I looked into Ava’s eyes, I wanted to tell her I would do anything for her at that very moment, including moving a mountain. But it was too early for that, and I knew it would scare her off. Instead, I nodded and touched her face with one hand, silently yearning for any chance to prove to her how much I needed to be around her.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll take you on a date.”