strange choice of words. “And some of those habits are hard to shake. Forgive me.”
“No big deal. But I still need to know. Do you know my wife?” I asked.
“No,” she said with a slight flare of her nostrils. Animosity was there, but was it from my question or the mention of Dawn? I watched her chest rise. Could tell her heart was racing too.
“You say you went to Sam Houston State with me. Well, so did my wife. Dawn Henderson was her maiden name,” I pushed on as she came closer. Watched her lick her lips while trying not to lick mine.
“I never heard of her, Chase. And truth be told, don’t particularly care to know about her at the moment. I’m here for you, baby. Just you. No games.” With that said, she downed the remainder of her wine and placed her tumbler on the table beside her.
I stared at her in silence for a moment. Debating if, despite my believing her, whether I should simply walk away. But could I? “No games?” I asked.
“No games,” she said, walking into my grasp. “I just want you to tell me you want me…tell me you need me.” I placed my free hand on her ass, pulling her closer. As we came together, I inhaled. Coconut was in the air again, intoxicating me more than the glass in hand ever could. I never knew I liked this smell so much until I met Ava.
“I want you. I need you. I do, I do. Gawd, you smell so good,” I said, my lips grazing hers. She wouldn’t be disappearing down the street or into the night this time.
“If you like the smell, wait ’til you get a taste,” she said, giving herself up to me. “Taste me, Chase. Please. Taste every part of me.”
She pried the wineglass away from me, allowing me to fully grope her ass. I slid my hands under the silk, firmly squeezing her roundness as if each cheek were a stress ball. With each grip, she gasped. I blew into Ava’s ear as she bit at my shoulder through my shirt.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” she mouthed.
“I am, though,” I said, exhilarated and stunned by the turn of events leading to this moment.
I dropped to my knees, lifting the short front of her dress and exposing her inviting thong. She shuddered as I plunged my face between her legs, pheromones guiding me to her pussy as if it were a beacon for my unleashed lust. As I moved her thong aside, tickling her clit with my tongue, her body squirmed and shimmied.
“Yes! Yes! Chase, oh you’re sooo good. Mmmm,” Ava gushed as she came for me. The newness of it all was driving me crazy, making me a frenzied fool. I stood back up and lifted her off her feet, biting and sucking on her neck as we spun round and round. Despite being caught up in the moment, I lowered her back down to the floor. Tried to find my moral true north amidst a swirling sea of desire.
“I—I’m married, Ava. My wife—” I offered in a labored breath, closing my eyes as I tried in vain to picture Dawn. The bulge in my slacks was noticeable. Probably had been from when I first came in the door. I felt her hand as she began to stroke me. She tugged on my zipper, her deft fingers masterfully coaxing my dick free with ease. As it tumbled from my pants, it was my turn to groan and beg.
“I’m your wife tonight,” she whispered breathlessly before kissing me. As our lips touched and tongues joined, I knew I’d lost—lost before I’d even pressed that buzzer. Lost when I felt the crackle of electricity beneath a streetlight.
And by the noose around my neck, she led me to her bedroom where she continued to show me what a wife can do.
15
Ava lay atop me, sweet sticky sweat clinging between us as I held onto her waist. She gave me the tip of her tongue, teasing me as it darted in and out of my open mouth. When I caught it, I gently sucked, our passion intermingling. Somehow she found the energy for another session, working her hips up and down, moaning as I filled her yet again. She reared up, giving her breasts to me, which I grasped and began to lather with
“No big deal. But I still need to know. Do you know my wife?” I asked.
“No,” she said with a slight flare of her nostrils. Animosity was there, but was it from my question or the mention of Dawn? I watched her chest rise. Could tell her heart was racing too.
“You say you went to Sam Houston State with me. Well, so did my wife. Dawn Henderson was her maiden name,” I pushed on as she came closer. Watched her lick her lips while trying not to lick mine.
“I never heard of her, Chase. And truth be told, don’t particularly care to know about her at the moment. I’m here for you, baby. Just you. No games.” With that said, she downed the remainder of her wine and placed her tumbler on the table beside her.
I stared at her in silence for a moment. Debating if, despite my believing her, whether I should simply walk away. But could I? “No games?” I asked.
“No games,” she said, walking into my grasp. “I just want you to tell me you want me…tell me you need me.” I placed my free hand on her ass, pulling her closer. As we came together, I inhaled. Coconut was in the air again, intoxicating me more than the glass in hand ever could. I never knew I liked this smell so much until I met Ava.
“I want you. I need you. I do, I do. Gawd, you smell so good,” I said, my lips grazing hers. She wouldn’t be disappearing down the street or into the night this time.
“If you like the smell, wait ’til you get a taste,” she said, giving herself up to me. “Taste me, Chase. Please. Taste every part of me.”
She pried the wineglass away from me, allowing me to fully grope her ass. I slid my hands under the silk, firmly squeezing her roundness as if each cheek were a stress ball. With each grip, she gasped. I blew into Ava’s ear as she bit at my shoulder through my shirt.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” she mouthed.
“I am, though,” I said, exhilarated and stunned by the turn of events leading to this moment.
I dropped to my knees, lifting the short front of her dress and exposing her inviting thong. She shuddered as I plunged my face between her legs, pheromones guiding me to her pussy as if it were a beacon for my unleashed lust. As I moved her thong aside, tickling her clit with my tongue, her body squirmed and shimmied.
“Yes! Yes! Chase, oh you’re sooo good. Mmmm,” Ava gushed as she came for me. The newness of it all was driving me crazy, making me a frenzied fool. I stood back up and lifted her off her feet, biting and sucking on her neck as we spun round and round. Despite being caught up in the moment, I lowered her back down to the floor. Tried to find my moral true north amidst a swirling sea of desire.
“I—I’m married, Ava. My wife—” I offered in a labored breath, closing my eyes as I tried in vain to picture Dawn. The bulge in my slacks was noticeable. Probably had been from when I first came in the door. I felt her hand as she began to stroke me. She tugged on my zipper, her deft fingers masterfully coaxing my dick free with ease. As it tumbled from my pants, it was my turn to groan and beg.
“I’m your wife tonight,” she whispered breathlessly before kissing me. As our lips touched and tongues joined, I knew I’d lost—lost before I’d even pressed that buzzer. Lost when I felt the crackle of electricity beneath a streetlight.
And by the noose around my neck, she led me to her bedroom where she continued to show me what a wife can do.
15
Ava lay atop me, sweet sticky sweat clinging between us as I held onto her waist. She gave me the tip of her tongue, teasing me as it darted in and out of my open mouth. When I caught it, I gently sucked, our passion intermingling. Somehow she found the energy for another session, working her hips up and down, moaning as I filled her yet again. She reared up, giving her breasts to me, which I grasped and began to lather with
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