kisses, swollen nipples hardening against my eager lips.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as I nipped at her. Her intensity picked up as she came again and again, her intoxicating moistness enveloping me. As she rode me toward another gusher, I looked into her eyes, having been assured that her tears were those of joy. I rolled her onto her back, knocking sheets aside as I proceeded to quicken my pace and take charge of this maddening ride. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I thrust deeper inside her honey-coated walls. I throbbed and bobbed to her rhythm, surprised by how two unfamiliar bodies could be in sync with one another. Fascinating.
“You—you’re—damn!” I blurted out as sweat dripped from me, the monster deep in my loins threatening to burst free.
“Oooh. I’ve missed you so much, my love,” she uttered with delight.
I gasped, startled out my groove by her comment. But she urged me to continue, her hips swaying and surging upward as if a tsunami wave threatening to overwhelm me.
“Don’t stop. Please,” she said, her eyes desperately pleading for more of what I had to bestow. I became lost in those damned eyes. And the monster in my loins growled again. I resumed my motion, giving in to it. Letting the beast take control of me. Living at that moment as if I were her lover. Ava nodded, her eyes meeting mine as I surged. She wrapped her legs around me, preventing any escape from her unyielding love.
“I—I’m—I’m about to—” I stammered. Her pussy was so good.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she cooed as her hands pressed against my chest. She smiled as if not really here, but caught up in a spell. When I felt her warm eruption again, I lost it as well. I wouldn’t—couldn’t—escape Ava if I wanted to. I grunted as I came. And the monster in my loins lurched free, unfettered of any misgivings or scant reluctance still left in me.
Our bodies pressed together violently as I erupted inside her. My body went limp from the climax as my eyes rolled back in my head. Ava trembled as she let out a low moan. The only person I’d climaxed so hard with before was Dawn. And at this moment, that was questionable.
For what seemed an eternity, neither of us spoke. Trying to allow reason and normal functions to return, I suppose. We were marionettes with cut strings, our bodies forming a naked heap of consumed emotion and spent desires.
Eventually, I found the strength to roll off of her and check the time on my watch. I had to go…even if the guilt hadn’t begun creeping in. Ava opened her eyes, her smile of rabid insanity replaced by that of an angel.
“Stay. I don’t want you to leave,” she said as she dragged a fingernail across my thigh.
“It’s not that simple. I’m married,” I responded, trying to solve the puzzle of where each piece of my clothing lay. My shirt hung partially off the nightstand, draped across a book of Ava’s— Parallel Univ erses by Fred Alan Wolf. That stuff was a little heady for me, but different tastes for different people.
“Yes. I recall your saying that before. Right before we fucked…the first time.”
I smiled to acknowledge my appreciation “You?” I asked.
“What?”
“Married?” I asked. Can’t say I’d bothered checking for a wedding ring.
“I was.”
“Was. Divorce?” I sat up as I prepared to get dressed, retrieving my slacks and underwear off the carpet.
“No. I’m a widow. He passed away. Unexpectedly.”
“Oh. Sorry to hear that,” I said, lowering my voice. I wondered if he’d shared this very bed with her.
“I wound up here not long afterward.”
“Needed a change of scenery? An escape from the memories?” I asked, pausing from my dressing to take her hand. Made me remember what our client Iris said to Jacobi about sharing therapists with Ava. Maybe it was to help her deal with the grief. Totally understandable.
“No. I didn’t plan it. Coming here was sudden…totally unexpected. I just wanted him back
“Oh!” she exclaimed as I nipped at her. Her intensity picked up as she came again and again, her intoxicating moistness enveloping me. As she rode me toward another gusher, I looked into her eyes, having been assured that her tears were those of joy. I rolled her onto her back, knocking sheets aside as I proceeded to quicken my pace and take charge of this maddening ride. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I thrust deeper inside her honey-coated walls. I throbbed and bobbed to her rhythm, surprised by how two unfamiliar bodies could be in sync with one another. Fascinating.
“You—you’re—damn!” I blurted out as sweat dripped from me, the monster deep in my loins threatening to burst free.
“Oooh. I’ve missed you so much, my love,” she uttered with delight.
I gasped, startled out my groove by her comment. But she urged me to continue, her hips swaying and surging upward as if a tsunami wave threatening to overwhelm me.
“Don’t stop. Please,” she said, her eyes desperately pleading for more of what I had to bestow. I became lost in those damned eyes. And the monster in my loins growled again. I resumed my motion, giving in to it. Letting the beast take control of me. Living at that moment as if I were her lover. Ava nodded, her eyes meeting mine as I surged. She wrapped her legs around me, preventing any escape from her unyielding love.
“I—I’m—I’m about to—” I stammered. Her pussy was so good.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she cooed as her hands pressed against my chest. She smiled as if not really here, but caught up in a spell. When I felt her warm eruption again, I lost it as well. I wouldn’t—couldn’t—escape Ava if I wanted to. I grunted as I came. And the monster in my loins lurched free, unfettered of any misgivings or scant reluctance still left in me.
Our bodies pressed together violently as I erupted inside her. My body went limp from the climax as my eyes rolled back in my head. Ava trembled as she let out a low moan. The only person I’d climaxed so hard with before was Dawn. And at this moment, that was questionable.
For what seemed an eternity, neither of us spoke. Trying to allow reason and normal functions to return, I suppose. We were marionettes with cut strings, our bodies forming a naked heap of consumed emotion and spent desires.
Eventually, I found the strength to roll off of her and check the time on my watch. I had to go…even if the guilt hadn’t begun creeping in. Ava opened her eyes, her smile of rabid insanity replaced by that of an angel.
“Stay. I don’t want you to leave,” she said as she dragged a fingernail across my thigh.
“It’s not that simple. I’m married,” I responded, trying to solve the puzzle of where each piece of my clothing lay. My shirt hung partially off the nightstand, draped across a book of Ava’s— Parallel Univ erses by Fred Alan Wolf. That stuff was a little heady for me, but different tastes for different people.
“Yes. I recall your saying that before. Right before we fucked…the first time.”
I smiled to acknowledge my appreciation “You?” I asked.
“What?”
“Married?” I asked. Can’t say I’d bothered checking for a wedding ring.
“I was.”
“Was. Divorce?” I sat up as I prepared to get dressed, retrieving my slacks and underwear off the carpet.
“No. I’m a widow. He passed away. Unexpectedly.”
“Oh. Sorry to hear that,” I said, lowering my voice. I wondered if he’d shared this very bed with her.
“I wound up here not long afterward.”
“Needed a change of scenery? An escape from the memories?” I asked, pausing from my dressing to take her hand. Made me remember what our client Iris said to Jacobi about sharing therapists with Ava. Maybe it was to help her deal with the grief. Totally understandable.
“No. I didn’t plan it. Coming here was sudden…totally unexpected. I just wanted him back
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