Elijah

The evening turned into night, and by eleven ‘O’clock, it was cooling down outside, allowing the chilly breeze to caress our dewy skin.
Ava was curled up on the couch in the living room, her slender legs tucked beneath her and a glass of exotic red wine resting in her hand. There was no TV here, but there was an old-school radio, and it was softly playing local reggae in the background. Neither of us minded that it was so late; we were both night owls. I was preparing a feast, specially made with Ava in mind.
“I wonder what it would cost me to open up a non-profit home here for the kids,” Ava wondered aloud. She looked at me over the top of her wineglass, smiling slyly. I cut up a juicy mango, set the knife down, and crossed the room to feed it to her. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting her lips close seductively around my fingers. She let it rest briefly on her tongue before chewing and swallowing. “Delectable.”
“That’s a good question,” I said, heading back to finish dinner. “Is it something you’d want to do?”
“Absolutely.” She got to her feet to come to the kitchen, setting her wine glass down on the marble countertop to reach for a garlic-stuffed green olive. I slapped her hand away playfully, but she already had it perched between her lips, taunting me. I leaned over the counter and pressed my mouth to hers, tasting olives, wine, and salt from the air and water. She moaned and closed her eyes, one hand coming up to cup my chin in her fingers.
“Is dinner ready?” she asked, pulling away. I chuckled, then picked up some dishes to lay them out.
“Is this ceviche?” Ava asked. I pulled out a chair for her, handed over her wine glass, filled it, and joined her on the other side of the table.
“Indeed,” I said, dishing her up a serving. “It’s my favorite; I hope you like it. Seabass, shellfish, oysters, octopus, and dorado, all seasoned to perfection and soaked in lemon juice.”
Ava smiled and pierced some onto her fork, tasting it. After a moment, her face lit up.
“Impressive. A man who can cook. I think you’re a keeper.” She reached for an oyster, opened it up, and gnawed the meat from the center.
“Did you know oysters are an aphrodisiac?” I asked.
Ava flushed, but I knew she was turned on.
“I think I heard that somewhere,” she said. From under the table, her barefoot slipped up and down my leg. I shot her a firm look, but she persisted. She knew I wanted it, and she was right.
“I have something to say,” I said and got to my feet. Before continuing with my little speech, Ava jumped up and came around the table to take my face between her hands. I could smell the sweet hints of red wine on her as I lowered my mouth to hers, taking her in. She wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me in, ignoring the chair between us. She closed her eyes, and I closed mine, trailing my fingers down the sensitive spot on her bare neck.
“What were you saying?” she breathed in my ear.
Ava’s lips met my skin with a warm, tingling sensation, and everything I’d been prepared to talk about just a moment ago was lost in a black hole of nothingness. Instead of responding, I pulled the shawl and skirt off her body, drawing her nearer. Ava groaned as I groped each smooth, beautiful ass cheek, moving my hands over her breasts, flicking each nipple until she was panting with need. When I sucked on the delicate skin between her neck and breasts, Ava threw her head back and pushed her naked hips into mine.
In the gentle bask of the moonlight through the open window, I pushed her back against the wall. My free hand reached up to embrace her neck, squeezing gently. Ava reached for the bulge in my jeans, stroking me through the fabric. Her eyes glowed with passion and desire, and my hips moved towards her instinctively, pressing against her groin.
This was a woman in control.
“Still want to talk?” she whispered in my ear.
“Not yet.”
She went quiet, but her hand stayed firmly on my throbbing dick. I pulled her into me, away from the wall, meeting her lips once more. This time, she greeted me with parting lips, and I felt a thrill of excitement as her tongue searched for mine and her hands reached up to tangle themselves in my hair. I caught her lower lip with the front of my teeth, biting down, and when I reached my hand down past her belly button, her pussy was already wet, inviting.
I slid my pants off, embracing her head as I teased her tongue and lips. I maneuvered her around towards the couch, and I had her down, back resting on the cushions in one quick motion.
I stood over Ava for a moment, admiring how her chest rose with every breath she took. Her skin flushed pink, eyes gleaming with desire, egging me on. I had never witnessed such a beautiful woman, a woman with a heart of gold and an innocent soul. She was pure perfection.
I let my boxers drop to the floor before kneeling on the couch over her gorgeous, naked body, taking her hand in my own as I slid up to meet her lips once again. I kissed her skin, starting with the nipples and going down her abdomen until my tongue swirled in circles just below her belly button. She moaned, her hips rising upward, and I sneaked down even further, my tongue flicking at the sensitive spot on her clit.
“Fuck,” Ava groaned. Her hand shot out, and she grabbed a fistful of my hair, and her desire for me was merely gasoline on the fire. I forced her legs as far apart as possible and went down, sucking her clit, and burying my face into her pussy.
“You like that?” I demanded. Ava nodded desperately, speechless, her hips still thrusting upward. I licked her again, sucking, moving my tongue in and out of her, pulsating my movements to match the most sensitive parts of her body.
“Elijah, I’m going to come!” she screamed. I withdrew my tongue and forced three fingers deep into her hot pussy. She climaxed a second later, moaning in desperation as the creamy liquid ran down her thighs. The orgasm had been so intense that her hands and legs trembled.
I helped Ava sit up, pleased, and rested her head on my chest. Her skin felt like fire, and I ran the back of my thumb over her blazing skin, taking in her beauty.
“I could get used to this,” she said after a moment, fanning herself with one hand.
“Could you?” I asked. “Forever?”
She sat up straighter, drawing away from me so she could look into my eyes.
“I think so,” she whispered. “I know so.”
I smiled and reached into my pocket. Ava’s eyes flashed from my face to my hand, and she frowned.
“It’s not a ring,” I said quickly, and a tiny flicker of relief crossed her features. I knew she meant no harm—Ava was the kind of woman who wanted to see a man longer than a few months before a commitment like that. Instead, I handed her a box. She opened it, catching her breath and staring at the phenomenal, glistening diamond embedded in the silver necklace. She removed the pendant from its box and handed it over so I could clip it for her.
“It’s beautiful,” she said and leaned in to kiss me. Her lips lingered on mine, eyes closed. “Elijah,” she said. “I’ve never been in love, but what I feel with you is indescribable. I think … I think I’m in love with you.”
“Ava Newman,” I kissed her again and then rested my lips on her forehead, allowing her to melt into me. “I’m glad to hear that because I love you too.”