On His Desk by Mia Faye
Chapter 10
MICHAEL
As soon the private elevator doors close, I pull Ava to me, and her soft body molds into mine. My lips graze her tender neck and she moans softly. I’ve missed those sounds. I find her lips and we kiss hungrily, our hands roaming over each other.
The elevator chimes and we break apart. The elevator stops in the living room and as soon as we step out, Ava wraps her hands around my neck and presses herself against my body. As tempting as it is to take her right then and there, I want her on my bed.
I cup her buttocks and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses my neck as I carry her to the master bedroom.
“I’ve dreamed of you in my bed,” I tell her as I tear off her clothes.
She unclasps her bra and I pull down her panties, our actions tinged with a sense of urgency. She fumbles with my belt while I strip off the rest of my clothes. I pull down my boxer briefs and my cock springs free.
“I want to suck your cock.”
Any blood that might have remained in my head drops to my cock. I hiss at the softly spoken words. Ava doesn’t wait for my response. She takes my hand and guides me to the bed. I lie on my back and watch her as she climbs in after me and takes my cock into her hands.
She begins by stroking my cock up and down, going all the way to the base and up to the sensitive head. She goes down and brushes her wet lips against my cock. I hiss and do my best to keep myself still.
She swirls her tongue around the tip and licks of the precome gathered there.
“Don’t stop.”
She smiles at me. “No chance. I’m having too much fun.”
She treats my cock as if it’s a new species that she’s just discovered. She teases it with her tongue, tries to take all of it into her mouth, and fails. All the while, I’m a drowning man. I don’t know how long I can take it.
Before I can say anything, her mouth leaves my cock, but she leaves her hands gripping the base. She straddles me and tosses her hair back in a sexy as hell movement.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. I run my hands over her ribs and up to her breasts. I palm them and play with her nipples. Ava raises herself and arranges my cock over the entrance of her pussy.
I’m transfixed as I watch her come down on me and my cock disappears into her hot wetness. She moans with abandonment and throws her head back. I love this Ava. This one who embraces her sexiness instead of running away from it.
She places her palms flat against my tummy and uses it as leverage to ride me. Her tightness squeezes and milks my cock as she bounces on it. I run my hands up and down over the smoothness of her thighs.
I sense that she’s tiring, and I sit up, wrap a hand around her waist and flip her over on to her belly. My cock slides out of her and she lets out a murmur of protest which makes me chuckle.
“Is this want you want, baby?” I ask her as I tease the opening of her pussy with the head of my cock. I drag it up and down her slit and Ava makes sweet demanding noises.
“Please, Michael,” she says.
I can’t resist it when she begs, and I push my hard cock inside of her. “You look so hot from behind.” This time I’m not gentle with my thrusts. I know that Ava can take it and I slam my cock into her.
“Yes, Michael, like that,” Ava says.
I fuck her with an urgency that had not been there before. Her screams and moans tell me that she wants it like that. Fucking Ava is a new experience for me. I’ve never had a woman whose wild side makes her completely uninhibited. She knows what she wants and how she wants it.
I slow down my thrusts and reach under to touch her clit. She gasps when I flick the sensitive bud. I ease my cock out, flick her clit, and then ram into her. She screams my name and moments later, her body shudders, and her pussy wraps tight around my cock.
My release is intense. I hold Ava and we rock together and then finally collapse on the bed. I spoon her as naturally as if we’ve been doing it for ages. I pull the covers over us. I kiss her shoulders and she murmurs goodnight.
I wake up to the burn of light on my eyelids. I open my eyes and curse under my breath. I did not close the drapes. Then I become aware of the soft body next to me on my bed but not touching me.
Ava. The events of the evening and night come to me and I forget my earlier irritation. I turn to my side and watch her as she sleeps. Her cute kissable mouth is slightly open, and her hair is arranged on the pillow like a halo. She’s half uncovered, and my gaze drops to the swell of her breasts.
Unable to help myself, I edge closer and slide down the bed until am eye to eye with her nipples. I pop one into my mouth and suck it softly. She stirs and moans in her sleep. I play with the other one with my thumb and forefinger.
She writhes on the bed and then opens her eyes. Before she can say anything, I kiss her deeply and her hands go around my neck. I love that she does that automatically. Whenever I kiss her, Ava wraps her hands around me. I could get used to that.
I raise her left leg and nudge my cock into her waiting pussy, and I fuck her as we face each other. I suck on her nipples as I pump into her. I’ve never been a fan of morning sex, but Ava has changed all my rules. I’m willing to have her whenever and however she wants me.
We bring each other to climax, clinging to each other, and afterward, we fall asleep again.
The next time I wake up, it’s to someone kissing my eyelids.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Ava says. “Half the day is gone.”
I open one eye and stare up at her. “Are you real?”
She giggles. “Wake up and find out.”
I groggily sit up, feeling like I spent the night in a hard metal music club. Ava is dressed in one of my white shirts, with two of the top buttons open.
“I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your shirt,” she says.
“I prefer you naked,” I tell her and throw the covers to the side to reveal my erect cock.
“You’re insatiable,” Ava says, her eyes glued on my cock. “I made breakfast so no, I’m not giving in to that temptation.” She takes a step back as if my cock will bite her.
I laugh. I can’t remember the last time I laughed in the morning. I pad into the bathroom and freshen myself up. I stare at my reflection as I brush and grin foolishly.
Ava is in the kitchen and our breakfast is on the kitchen island. It’s a beautiful day and sunlight spills into the kitchen.
“Is it okay if we eat our breakfast out there in the balcony?” she says.
“Sure, I’ll carry the plates,” I say.
I slide the French doors open and then return to the island to take the two covered plates. Ava follows me carrying two mugs of coffee. The table on the balcony overlooks the whole city.
“This is heaven,” Ava says. “If I lived here, I’d never eat indoors.”
“The balcony off the master bedroom tops this one,” I tell Ava, mindful that what am saying might come out as bragging but that’s not what I mean.
The thought surprises me. I’ve never cared before about what a woman thought as long as I was honest with myself.
“What’s so special about it?”
I pull out a chair for Ava and she sits down. I continue speaking after I sit down next to her. “It’s got a hot tub.”
Her eyes widen. “I have to try it out.”
“We. I’ve never used it. I’ve never taken anyone up there, but I’d like to try it out with you.”
This time with Ava has opened my eyes to the possibility that I could be a workaholic. I’ve never spent a whole weekend at home. Though the staff at Hyperion don’t work weekends, Oliver and I are often in the office on Saturdays. The difference between us is that Oliver leaves by noon, while I stay on until evening or even night.
“After breakfast,” I say and open the plate cover to reveal perfectly cooked scrambled and toasted slices of bread. “Smells delicious.” I grab a fork and immediately begin eating.
“Thank you, though scrambled eggs don’t require special skills,” Ava says with a laugh.
“To me, they do,” I quip. “The only thing I can make is boiled eggs.”
She stares at me in disbelief. “Then why the fancy kitchen if you can’t cook?”
“I didn’t specifically ask for it. It came with the apartment and I couldn’t tell them to demolish it and make a simpler one.”
Ava giggles. “You have a point there.”
