Ava

“Baby?” I squeezed Ava’s hand before kissing the top of her head, allowing my lips to linger for a moment as the plane touched down softly on the runway. After a second, Ava’s eyelids fluttered open, and she stretched, sitting up to take in the scenery through the windows around her.
“We’re here?” Her gaze caught mine, and the level of joy that flashed in her eyes warmed my insides. “We’re in Costa Rica?”
“Welcome to one of the most beautiful places on earth,” I said, getting to my feet and offering my hand to her. She took it and stood, practically trembling with excitement.
“We hope you had a pleasant flight, Mr. Trevino,” my pilot said, poking his head into the lounge to smile and Ava and me. I shook his hand.
“It was a pleasure, as always, David. Thank you for getting us here safely.”
Ava waited for me to take the lead, then followed me through the airport as we made our way through crowds and crowds of excited, jet-lagged people. I took her hand as we stepped outside. The humidity and heat hit us like a slap in the face, but Ava stopped for a moment and raised her face to the sky, taking a deep breath as the sun basked her skin in warmth.
“Beautiful,” she breathed and then looked at me with those bold blue eyes that now matched the Costa Rican sky. I kissed her once and then twice before pulling her onto the sidewalk, where a limo waited for us.
“Mr. Trevino?” the driver confirmed, taking the luggage from Ava and me. I nodded and slipped him a twenty. The driver put our bags in the trunk and opened the back door.
“You know,” Ava said, sliding into the seat. “A taxi would have worked just as well.”
“I don’t do anything half-assed,” I said. “I’m more of a ‘just do it’ kind of guy.”
She smiled and winked at me, resting one hand on my dick. Damn this girl. One slight touch and she could fire me up all over again.
Another thing I’d learned about Ava? She was a tease. “Where are we going, anyway?” she asked and pulled away.
“To a special place I’ve always enjoyed,” I said.
“Do you have land out here, too?” Ava asked with a laugh. “Your private island and beach, right?”
“Not yet,” I admitted, and she shook her head with amusement. “Soon, I hope.”
I told the driver directions in Spanish and then reached into the mini-fridge for two ice-cold water bottles. Ava took hers and gulped it down gratefully before resting her hand on mine and squeezing. She stared out the tinted window, her brow furrowed as she watched the citizens of Costa Rica pass us by.
“It’s different here,” she said after another few minutes. “There’s lots of poverty. Look at some of these homes. Could you imagine living like that?”
“I know. It’s heartbreaking, isn’t it?”
Ava nodded and turned away from the window, resting her head against my shoulder. I stroked her hair, feeling the softness of her skin against my own. After a second of silence, she reached forward and pressed the button that brought the divider up between the driver and us. I smiled as she turned back towards me, and without giving me any warning, she removed her shirt, revealing a black-laced bra. A light glow of sweat glimmered on her chest from the heat, and I reached over to place one hand over her bra, squeezing her breast. After a second, Ava lifted her ass from the seat and drew the skirt up over her thighs. The undies she wore matched the bra, and my cock hardened as Ava reached for my hand and maneuvered it until I stroked her moist pussy above the undies.
We were in our little private world, and my dick was throbbing with heat and desire as I slipped one finger in and out of Ava. She leaned back in the seat and opened her legs, giving me access to her entire lower half. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I admired her, never wanting to look away. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, taking me in, her pussy tightening around my fingers, urging me on as I pounded into her with my hand. She reached out abruptly, unzipped my pants, and jerked me off simultaneously.
The heat and humidity grew thicker in the back of the limo, but neither of us seemed to notice or care. Ava moaned loudly, her hips thrusting up against my hand, and I was on the verge of coming.
“Harder!” she cried in a hushed whisper, and she reached a climax a second after I did. I felt the warm liquid trickle from her body, and she leaned over and sucked it straight from my fingers, batting her lashes at me as she did so. We sat together on the limo seat, panting as we pulled our clothes back on and attempted to pull ourselves together before we were caught with our pants down.
“Miss?” The driver asked, rolling down the divider, but only slightly. “Is everything okay back there?”
Ava giggled and looked at me.
“Everything is perfect,” she said.
I had the driver make a pit stop in San Jose, where Ava and I walked through the streets hand-in-hand. She giggled with excitement as children ran from the streets to sell something to us, large eyes on us, fascinated and intimidated at the same time.
“My Spanish is not very good,” she murmured before kneeling down in front of a young child with a smile. “Um—me llamo Ava—?”
I chuckled under my breath as the kid stared at her. Ava looked confused, glancing back at me, but the child spoke.
“Soy Camila.”
Ava lit up.”
“Um, mucho gusto. This is—llamo Elijah.”
I chuckled and bent down to offer my hand to the little girl. She was hesitant for a moment, but then she took it, giggling under her breath.
“Mucho gusto, Camila. Vive usted aquí?”
Approaching us was a young mother, whom I assumed belonged to Camila. A toddler hung from one arm, and she carried large, hand-tied bouquets of Costa Rican wildflowers. Camila nodded shyly, glancing over her shoulder. She smiled apologetically at us and scolded her little girl.
“Por favor,” I said. “Ella esta bien. Ella es hermosa y tipo.”
“Gracias,” the woman said, smiling pleasantly as she took the girl’s hand to lead her away.
“Espere,” I called, and the woman stopped. I looked at the bouquets in her free arm. “May I?”
She nodded and came forward once more, plucking a plush bouquet from her arms. I took it from her and gave her a one-hundred-dollar bill. “Quédatelo.”
“Oh, no,”
“Si, por favor. Gracias.” I handed the bouquet to Ava, who pressed her nose into the flowers and inhaled, smiling at the woman.
“Gracias,” she said. “Gracias. Mucho gusto.”
“Buenos noches.”
“These are lovely, Elijah, thank you,” Ava said, admiring the vast array of flowers. “This whole neighborhood is lovely.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I told her. “Because this side of San Jose has the best authentic food in the whole city.”
“Come here often?” she teased as we continued to stroll down the sidewalk.
“A few times, but I intend to be here far more.”
Ava sneaked a glance at me and then looked away before I could read her expression. As we walked, I pulled her against me, shrugging off my suit jacket to drape it around her bare arms as the sun dipped down into an orange and purple mass over the hills.
“I hope you intend to be there with me,” I whispered, and Ava smiled.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
I took her for dinner and drinks at my favorite place in San Jose, a quaint little hole-in-the-wall that, in my opinion, had the best Costa Rican fare in the city. Around us, locals, young and old, danced to the music, lost in the moments of the night. I curled my hand around Ava’s, and we stood, making our way to the middle of the floor to dance along with them. She pressed her head against my shoulder, skin flushed with vibrant happiness, tinted crimson from one glass of wine. She sighed dreamily as I led her across the dance floor, fully taking charge. This was a moment I would never forget for as long as I lived.
“Are you getting tired?” I asked after dessert had been shared between us. Ava yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I’m having a lovely time.”
“Darling, you don’t ever have to lie to me,” I scolded. “You’re tired. I believe it’s time to get to our destination, yes?”
“That sounds perfect. Are we near there?”
“We’re getting closer,” I said. “It’s just a quick boat ride away.”
“A boat ride?” her eyes widened. “At night?”
“Of course.”
Eyes glistening in the light of the lit street, Ava smiled. “Just when I thought this couldn’t possibly get any better, you go and prove me wrong once again.”