On His Desk by Mia Faye
Chapter 24
MICHAEL
I’ve been to big houses, but Paige and Elly’s home is ridiculously big. The foyer alone can fit a small apartment.
“This way,” Paige says, leading the way to a vast staircase that looks as if it leads to heaven. “Elly’s room is on the second floor.”
At the landing, I follow her into a princess’s room, with a huge bed at the center. Paige pulls back the covers and I deposit Elly gently on it and arrange the covers around her. I stare at my daughter as she sleeps and my heart squeezes.
I’m not happy to have Paige coming to live with me, even temporarily but if it means I get to have Elly with me every day, I can tolerate her. We pad out the room and shut the door.
Paige touches my arm and I turn to face her. She has tears in her eyes.
“Thank you for giving us a place to stay,” she says and guilt floods me as I recall my last thought of tolerating her. She’s my daughter’s mother and I should try to do better. Have kinder thoughts about her. I vow to give it my best shot from now forward.
“You’re welcome,” I tell her.
“We were good together, weren’t we?” she says, inching a little too close to me.
What does she want me to say? I can’t even remember how we were. I just want to go back to Ava, but I just made a promise to myself to be kinder to Paige.
She places her hands on my shoulders and her breasts push against my chest. If it were Ava doing that, my hands would be on her nipples, teasing them until she cried out for me to take her. With Paige, all I feel is impatience.
“I’m glad that Elly will have her dad in her life,” Paige says and then goes on tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.
I’m relieved when she steps back and leads the way back downstairs. I follow her out.
“When can we move in?” she says, her hand sliding into mine.
“At the end of the week when Elly’s room is finished,” I tell her.
She hugs me and I have no choice but to wrap my hands around her. I hate the fact that Ava can see us. I don’t want her to misconstrue the hug. It means nothing. Paige can hug and touch me all she wants, but I’m not attracted to her in any way. Ava is the woman who gets my blood boiling, the one who’s body I want to ravish all night.
“I’ll see you next week,” I tell her and step back, eager to get away.
“Yes, okay,” Paige says, and I sprint to the car.
“What a relief,” I say when I enter the car.
“What is?” Ava says.
“Getting away from her.” I gesture at Paige, standing in front of the front door.
Ava lets out a laugh but says nothing. I ease the car around the circular drive and out of the compound. Ava is quieter than usual, and I suspect that she may be upset over my inviting Paige and Elly to stay with me. Understandable as it will definitely cramp our style.
As I drive, I think up a solution. What if she moved into a bigger apartment? I’d be happy to pay for it. To tell the truth I don’t particularly enjoy being in her apartment though I’m able to shut my eyes to the discomfort and concentrate on Ava. Not too difficult as she could distract even a monk, but it’s cramped and dark. By normal standards, her apartment is okay. But by my standards, it’s uncomfortable. That’s what money does to you but that’s the way of life. I don’t try to fight it and pretend that I’m not used to luxurious living spaces, because I am.
I’m eager to see her reaction when I give her the gift and as soon as we get to my apartment, I kill the engine and reach for the glove box. I take the small wrapped package and hand it to Ava.
She stares at me questioningly before taking it.
“A small gift for you because you’re so wonderful,” I tell her.
“It’s not my birthday,” Ava says, making no move to take it.
“I know, but it doesn’t have to be your birthday to get a gift. Did no one ever tell you that?”
I want to see her naked wearing only the diamond necklace. I want to see it glittering between her full breasts. I grow impatient. “Go on open it.”
Women love gifts. The more expensive, the better. That’s another fact of life that I’ve come to terms with. If your bank account is fat, you can have any woman you want. Charles and Paige taught me that and I learned that lesson well. The affairs I’ve had since then proved it. As long as I keep showering my women with expensive gifts, that keeps them happy.
Ava unwraps the package with no obvious enthusiasm. She gets to the gift box and opens it. I grin in anticipation. I’ve given jewelry to a lot of women before and their reaction is always a squeal.
Ava merely looks at it and then touches it with a finger. “I can’t take this,” she says. “It’s too expensive.”
“You deserve it, Ava,” I tell her. I can’t believe that I’m coaxing her to accept jewelry.
She snaps it shut. “Thanks, but I’m going to have to say no.”
I make as though to speak and she puts a finger to my lips. “I don’t need expensive gifts from you, Michael. You’re enough.”
I’m floored. I don’t know what to say or think. No woman as ever refused a gift from me. “Okay,” I tell her. “If you change your mind, it will be in the glove box and it’s all yours.”
We get out of the car and head to my apartment. I’m nervous now about offering to pay for Ava a bigger, nicer apartment. If she cannot accept jewelry, what are the chances that she’ll say yes to that? I decide to shelve it.
As soon as the elevator doors close, I reach for her and pull her against me. “I’m so hot for you,” I tell her, rubbing my groin against hers. “I’ve been thinking of this all day.”
“You dirty man,” she says with a smile. The old Ava is back.
She wraps her hands around my neck and pushes her breasts against my chest. My hands slide down to cup her ass. Our lips find each other and we kiss gently at first.
It doesn’t take long before our breaths grow ragged and the kiss becomes demanding. Distantly, I hear the elevator chime and without breaking stride, I lift her easily and carry her out. I want her on my bed. Naked. I’ve had a tortured afternoon, fantasizing about Ava’s naked body and now I want it all.
In the master bedroom, I deposit her gently her feet and proceed to remove every stitch of her clothing.
“I want to see you naked,” I growl as I pull down her panties.
She lies on the bed and waits for me to strip off my clothes. When they are all off, I join her on the bed and kneel between her legs. I shower her with kisses moving up her legs to her thighs.
I part her legs as I go along, and when I reach the tops of her thighs, I stop for a few seconds to inhale the sweet musky scent of her arousal. Her hands go to the back of my head and she pushes me down.
“I need you, Michael,” she says.
I love hearing those words. Ava needs me. It massages my bruised ego after she refused my jewelry gift. I don’t know what else to give her and I can’t believe that what we have is enough for her.
I swipe her pussy with one long lick of my tongue and Ava whimpers and rocks her hips. I grip her thighs and hold them in place as I dip my head into her pussy and take it into my mouth. I love the taste of her pussy. Purely Ava.
I eat as much of her sweet nectar as I can before pulling back to nibble and lick her sensitive areas. Ava twists and grips my head as I eat out her sweet pussy.
“Michael, please,” she whimpers, and I know that she’s on the brink of orgasm.
I wait for the clench of her thighs and the trembling of her whole body. I’ve never known a woman’s body as intimately as I know Ava’s. I blow on her pussy and then lick and suckle her clit. She comes with a shudder and lets out a cry and a clenching of her pussy. Juices gush out of her pussy and I lick them as fast as they gush out.
I kiss her navel and slide up her body as I plant kisses on her hot skin. Her mouth welcomes me, and we kiss deeply as her hands grip my ass. I raise my hips, grab my cock, and guide it to her pussy.
“Yes, please,” Ava says. “Give me your cock, Michael.” She asks for it in a dignified tone, the way one would ask for salt at the dinner table.
“It’s yours, baby,” I tell her and plunge my cock into her hot, wet pussy.
A grunt escapes my throat and Ava makes soft purring sounds. I support myself by placing my elbows on either side of her body. Our gazes meet and hold. Her green eyes smolder with passion and another intense emotion that I cannot identify.
I dip my head and take a nipple into my mouth while pumping softly in and out of her. She cradles my head and makes sweet sounds of arousal.
Her hands drop and graze my back and squeeze my ass. I circle a nipple with my tongue and then do the same with the other one. Ava’s nails dig into my ass cheeks, a sign that she wants more movement.
“Harder?” I ask her.
“Harder,” she says breathlessly.
I raise myself from her body and pound into her, slowly at first but I increase my speed with every thrust. I can’t take my eyes away from her perfect face; the different emotions that flicker in her eyes. The way she throws her head from side to side as if she cannot bear the pleasure anymore.
“You look so beautiful down there,” I tell her.
Her hair is splayed across the pillow and her mouth is slightly parted. Ava grins at me and I grin back. A thought crosses my mind. I’ve never had this with any woman. Laughing and grinning in one moment when making love and crying with passion in the next.
“I want to make you come a second and third time,” I tell her.
“The second is close,” she says and raises her hips to meet my thrusts.
We move together in a rhythm that we’ve perfected. Ava’s eyes roll back, and I know that she’s about to come. She whimpers and her pussy walls tighten. They squeeze and milk my cock. I manage to hold on until I’m sure that Ava is coming too.
The orgasm shatters me into a thousand pieces of pleasure and I make beast sounds as hot cum jets out of my cock.
