“I like the sound of that. Are you still hungry? Would you like another glass of water?”
Her eyes fell to the empty plates in front of us, and she balked.
“I can’t believe we ate all that so fast.”
“I don’t want you leaving here hungry. No woman leaves hungry in my presence,” I said.
“You can’t just cook me something later?” she asked. Her eyes met mine, and the blood in my veins coursed faster. “Sorry. That was really forward of me.”
“No, it wasn’t. You stated something you wanted in a form that inquired about whether or not I want the same thing. It’s a very popular tactic in court,” I said.
“Oh. Well, okay then.”
“Want to know what my rebuttal is?”
Her eyes met mine as I pressed my forearms into the table.
“What is it?” she asked breathlessly.
“Why don’t we head back to my place where I can make us food later if the mood strikes us?” I said.
When she nodded, my soul came alive with delight.
Ava
Logan slammed his front door closed as I slid his suit jacket down his arms. He shrugged it off, tossing it into a corner as I stumbled over my own feet. I couldn’t keep my lips off him, or my hands. I fisted his shirt and pulled him closer, feeling him tumble with me as my back barreled into the wall. He kissed down my neck, nibbling my skin as I gasped out in his condo. His hands ripped the sleeves of my dress over my shoulders before he shoved the whole thing down my body.
“Shit, Logan. Don’t stop.”
He kissed down my chest, nuzzling my tits out of my bra. I fumbled with his belt as I pulled it out of his pants before tossing it onto the ground. I couldn’t get his clothes off quickly enough. His lips wouldn’t disconnect with my body for a second. He dipped down and fisted my ass, then hoisted me into the air and planted his face right in my cleavage.
I giggled as he ran down the hallway, massaging my ass cheeks as we made our way to his room. He slammed his door behind him before he pinned me to it. My back fell heavily against it as our lips connected. I sucked on his lower lip, and he growled as his tongue raked over the roof of my mouth. I worked his shirt off his shoulders as I locked my legs around him, feeling his cock pulsing to life. I ran my hands along the strength of his chest. His heart beat rapidly against my fingertips. His lips fell to the crook of my neck as he nibbled on my skin, leaving behind welts and marks I knew would be there in the morning.
“Get inside me. Now,” I said.
I heard his pants hit the floor before his hand migrated between my legs. He grasped the fabric of my panties and pulled back, tearing them directly from my body. I whimpered at the sensation and felt wetness trickling from my aching pussy. The head of his cock teased my clit, making me shiver until he guided himself into me.
Then he set a relentless pace.
I cried out into the room, calling out his name as my legs shivered. He filled me to the brim, and my pussy swallowed every inch he had. My juices coated him. Sweat dripped down my neck. His lips slid sloppily over my exposed breasts as my bra sat underneath my tits. I gripped his hair. I rolled my hips into his body. I pressed his face so deeply into my bosom that he struggled for air. But with the way he fucked me, it was almost as if he enjoyed being smothered by me.
And I enjoyed having him there.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit, Logan! Yes! Don’t stop!”
“Come for me, Ava. Damn it, woman, come on this dick.”
He pulled me away from the wall just as I poured my juices down his cock. My pussy throbbed around him, massaging his massive girth. I buried myself in the crook of his neck as he stumbled over to his bed. We crashed onto his mattress as my body jumped with my orgasm and he ripped his cock from between my legs. I missed him. I wanted him back.
He pulled my dress off my body before relieving my stomach of my bra. He stumbled to get out of the rest of his clothes before he fell back into my arms and our lips connected with a crash. Our teeth clattered together while our tongues did battle and our bodies sought their own release.
I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t make myself pull away. Even though I wanted to stay away from him and fix things with Camilla, I couldn’t deny how I felt for him. The chemistry and desire we shared was off the charts. Not to mention the similar life goals we had. I enjoyed talking with him. I enjoyed being in his presence.