“I promise. I’ll let you know when I get there,” she said.
I kissed her once, then leaned forward and kissed her again, letting it linger as a promise to continue what we started as soon as possible. She got in her car, and I stood watching her until she disappeared out of the parking lot. Then I turned back to my car and got in. Matt was already passed out, the seat reclined all the way so he was sprawled across it, his mouth hanging open.
I shook my head, reminding myself that this would be what my mother would want. She always told us to take care of each other. Of course, I wasn’t convinced this was exactly what she had in mind, but I would go with it.
The next morning, I woke up with Ava still in my thoughts. There was no way I’d be able to wait all the way through the day and night until after work to be with her. Instead, I got up and got ready early, then headed to a diner that served breakfast twenty-four hours a day.
With two platters heavily laden with every breakfast food imaginable, I headed for Ava’s house. She answered the door with a shocked expression on her face.
“Hey,” she said. “What are you doing here?”
“Good morning,” I said.
“It isn’t morning,” she countered.
“It is for us,” I said, easing toward her so she backed up and let me into the house. “I brought breakfast. That definitely makes it morning.”
She looked at the bag in my hands and smiled. “That smells good.”
“Why don’t you grab us some silverware and we’ll eat.”
We sat down in the living room and popped open the plastic tops on the platters of food. We ate breakfast together, and it didn’t take long after we were done before we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
As the bedroom door shut behind me, Ava walked ahead, her ass swaying deliciously as she pulled the shirt over her head and let it drop to the ground, exposing the soft, smooth skin of her back. Sharp, beckoning shoulder blades rose and then disappeared from view as her hands fell back to her sides, and a withering glance over her shoulder had me rooted me to the spot. As much as I wanted her, as much as I wanted my hands on her, I was enraptured by watching her.
Thumbs hooked into the sides of her pants, and she pulled them down, her eyes still trained on me until she was bent fully forward, lingering there to let me view her naked, round ass in its entire glory. Plump, juicy lips appeared between her thighs as she stayed bent, sliding the pants off her feet and then kicking them away as she stood, and my cock twitched in my slacks. It was pressing against the zipper and uncomfortable in its restraints.
Now fully nude, her back still to me, Ava looked over her shoulder again, smiling. Slowly she turned, and her full, luscious breasts came into view, swaying with gravity as she moved, her pert nipples poking out into the air like pink mountaintops begging for a climber. She slid her tongue out and brushed it along her top lip as her eyes narrowed, and she reached out one hand, then one finger toward me, pointing. Turning the hand over, she curled the finger, gesturing me to come to her. In more ways than one, I was ready to oblige.
I went to unbutton my shirt and got as far as the top two before I reached her. When we were less than a foot from each other, her heavy, hot breath warming my skin, she pushed my hands away. I wanted to rest them on her breasts, to knead them, but I resisted. She wanted to undress me, clearly, as her fingers worked the buttons of my shirt quickly. When they were all open, she pulled the collar over my shoulders, letting her fingers trail over my muscles before dropping them down to my belt. My cock strained against the fabric, but I made no move to release it.
Dropping to her knees, Ava kissed my stomach, leaving faint lipstick prints along my abdomen, until she reached where her hands pulled on my belt and opened the clasp on my slacks. As they fell away, she glanced up at me with another wide smile and slid her fingers inside my boxers. Pulling them down, she unveiled my cock and it sprung out to greet her, resting for a moment on her cheek as she laughed in delight.
Without a word, she plunged the head into her lips, sliding down my shaft until I felt the back of her throat, and she made a light choking sound. Pulling herself back off me, a line of saliva stretched from where her hand now stroked me to her bottom lip, and I moaned in pleasure. As if the moan enticed her, she dove back down again, sounds coming from her own voice vibrating on my cock and sending a chill up my spine. She filled one hand with my balls and massaged them as she bobbed back and forth on me, pulling at my shaft as she did in half circles.