On His Desk by Mia Faye

Chapter 41

MICHAEL

Ava's parents have completely embraced me and we're seating together in the small chapel watching the wedding ceremony unfold. My eyes have been on Ava the whole time.

She looks so beautiful in a gorgeous dress that is bare at the shoulders. I keep thinking how easy it's going to be to strip it off later in the evening when the wedding is over.

Despite my earlier skepticism about Miley and Michael, I can see from their expressions that I was wrong. No matter how short a time they have known each other, you can see that they belong together. Then something else hits me.

Miley is looking at Alec, the same way that Ava looks at me. With complete adoration. It's humbling and wonderful to be the recipient of such feelings.

Ava and I haven't opened up our feelings for each other yet, but we don't have to. We love each other. I can't wait for that time when I can tell her openly how much I love her without frightening her.

I imagine that it's Ava and myself up there exchanging our vows. I wait for my skin to grow damp with sweat or my heart to pound like crazy. Nothing happens. The thought doesn’t make me nervous.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm applause for Mr. and Mrs. Lewis."

The booming voice and loud cheers bring me back to the present. I clap along with everyone else as the groom and his bride walk down the aisle. We stand up as they leave the church followed by their bridal party. My gaze meets Ava as she goes by. She smiles and dabs at her eyes. Happy, emotional tears.

One day it will be us standing in front of our relatives and friends, exchanging a promise to love each other forever.

Ava's parents and I follow the other guests outside to congratulate the bride and groom. A hand taps my back and when I turn around, it's Ava. She pulls me away from the crowd and we stand hidden by a clump of bushes.

"You look so beautiful," I tell her as I pull her into my arms. I kiss her cheek. I don’t want to ruin her make up. This afternoon, I'll have to content myself with staring and admiring her from a distance.

"Thank you," she says. “You look handsome too.”

"Your parents are good people,” I tell her.

"They are," she says. "I didn't tell them that you're my boss," Ava says.

I can't think of a reason why she wouldn’t want to, but it doesn’t matter.

"Don't you want to know why not?" she says.

I shrug. "Doesn't matter. What matters is what makes you comfortable.”

Unexpected tears jump into her eyes. "You’re awesome. Have I told you that today?"

"I’d prefer you show me later. Actions speak louder than words."

She giggles. "I promise I will."

A voice announces that the bridal party should head to the gardens for photos. Ava goes on tiptoe and kisses me lightly on the mouth. My hands tighten around her, crushing her body to mine. Her breasts squeeze against my chest and I fight the urge to lower my head and suck on her nipples through her dress.

Later, I tell myself. When she leaves, I stay there a moment to give my raging cock a moment to settle down.

I catch up with Dr. and Mrs. Bradley and we follow the other guests to the ballroom where the reception will be held. It's nicely decorated and there’s a space in the middle of the room reserved for dancing.

A DJ in one corner is playing soft music and I look forward to the moment when get to dance with my Ava.

"Ava and Miley have known each other since they were kids?" I ask Mrs. Bradley.

"Oh yes," she says, turning to me. "I've never seen a friendship like it. They never fought as best friends often do. They were more like sisters than friends."

Ava takes after her mom in looks and I get a glimpse of how she'll look twenty-five years or so from now. She'll be beautiful. We chat easily as we feast on the wedding lunch and only stop when the ceremony begins.

The MC asks us all to stand and welcome Mr. and Mrs. Lewis. I spy Ava already seated at the top table and as though she feels my stare, she turns to me. We stare at each other, time suspended. Every nerve ending in my body hums and the blood in my veins virtually sings. My woman.

The speeches are funny and sweet. I’ve attended many wedding ceremonies but this one ranks up there for warmth and a lot of genuine laughter. The love between the couple is evident to all of us guests and even Ava's parents’ comment on it.

Weddings bring back a ton of memories and I remember how it was for me and Paige. We had known each other for years. And yet in that time, I had not realized how wrong we were for each other. Maybe we were both too young to know but Paige sure did know what she wanted.

Now, when I look back, I’m glad that Paige and I did not get married. I hadn’t even proposed yet, but we’d spoken about marriage a lot and it was something we planned to do down the line. I shudder at the thought of being tied to Paige now.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when the dancing begins. Alec takes his wife by the hand to the dance floor as do the best man and maid of honor. I watch the best man respectfully rest his hands around Ava's waist and they dance to a soft ballad. I can’t wait until it's my turn to dance with her.

I don’t have long to wait. After the bride dances with her father, the guests are invited to join in the dancing. Ava makes her way to our table.

"A dance, my love?" she says and my breath hitches. I want to hear those words later when I'm pounding into her. I want to hear her call me my love when my cock is buried deep in her pussy.

"You've done well to come, Ava," her mom said. "I was afraid that Michael would storm the dance floor. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you once."

I let out an embarrassed laugh. It's a good thing that Mrs. Bradley cannot read my thoughts. I doubt she would be as friendly if she knew the dirty things running through my mind.

We walk hand in hand to the dance floor. Ava has the same idea I have, and she propels me away from her parents’ view, deep in the crowded dance floor. She turns to me and places her hands around my neck.

I have a view of her cleavage and I fight the urge to dip my head in her breasts and lick the deep valley between them. But having her in my arms is enough. For now.

***

I shut the door behind me and head to the bathroom to prepare the bath. I've left Ava to walk her parents to their room, but she's promised that she's coming straight to my room after. We have this one night and I intend to make full use of it.

It’s close to midnight and the wedding festivities are not over yet. Alec and Miley are still dancing with their guests, but the Bradley’s and I decided to call it a night.

The tub is big enough for two and I fill it with hot water and when it's ready, I strip off my clothes. I feel sticky and sweaty after dancing half the night. I sink into the water gratefully. I scrub myself and then slide in under the water.

When I come up again, I sense the presence of someone else in the bathroom.

Ava giggles. "I panicked when I couldn’t see you."

I brush the water from my eyes. I sit grinning at Ava like an idiot. It feels like weeks since we’ve been alone in a room. “Hi, baby.”

“Want some company in there?” she says and even before I answer she starts removing her clothes.

I’ve seen Ava naked more times than I can count and yet each time always feels like the first time. First off is her dress. The dress I’ve spent all day fantasizing about removing but this is way better. A show for my eyes only.

It pools at her feet and she steps out of it and remains in a sexy, black, lacy bra with matching panties.

She holds my gaze as her hands go to her breasts. I think I've stopped breathing. Her hands palm her nipples and she groans softly. My cock is growing agonizingly hard as I watch Ava tease me. Her nipples must be hard peaks. My hands itch to touch them.

"Ditch the bra," I growl. I need to see her nipples.

She laughs softly but does as I say. At first, she covers her breasts with her hands, and I let out a growl of frustration.

She drops her hands and I inhale deeply. She's so perfect with a beautiful face and a perfect body. After I’ve had my fill of her gorgeous full breasts, she traces her areola with the tips of her fingers.

She lets out a soft barely audible moan as she plays with her nipples. I want to replace her hands so badly, but I'm mesmerized by the sight of Ava touching herself. Her hands drop to the band of her panties and she slips them down her thighs.

She kicks them off and raises one leg to the bathtub edge.

I take my cock in my hand under the water and stroke it softly. “Wider,” I tell Ava and she widens the leg perched on the tub edge. Her pussy is glistening with juices and my mouth waters. I can’t wait to get my tongue on her sweet folds.

She uses a finger to draw juices from the slick opening of her pussy and then spreads it on her clit. She rubs it in circular motions, making sexy movements with her hips as she does so.

She plunges a finger into her pussy and fucks herself with it. Her pussy swallows her finger completely before she withdraws it. It’s dripping with her juices. She plunges it back and closes her eyes.

I stroke my cock faster and faster imagining that it’s her pussy milking it. Seeing her like that, with her eyes shut and soft moans coming from her is too much. I’m close to coming and I don’t want it like this. The water has become cold and I tug at the rubber plug for the water to drain off.

“Come here!” I growl.

"I thought you'd never ask," Ava says, her voice low and sexy.

She gets into the tub and straddles me. "Your cock is gorgeous, Michael," she says.

"I need to sink it into your sweet pussy, baby. I've thought of nothing else all day."

She grins. "You naughty man."

The water is completely drained now, and my cock stands rock hard and is full of veins. Ava places her hands on my shoulders and slowly, she eases my cock into her pussy.

No woman has ever felt as incredible. Her pussy walls close in around my cock, squeezing and pulling me deeper.

"I'm going to fuck you all night," I tell Ava and grip her hips.

"I want you to fuck me all night, she says.

I thrust her up and down my cock. Slowly. There’s no rush now. We have all night. Her lips are slightly parted and her eyes half-open.

“How does that feel, baby?” I ask her.

“There’s a fire between my legs,” she says.

“I’m going to make it a volcano,” I tell her.

She leans to me and kisses me. Our tongues dance together and then I capture hers in my mouth and suck it. I break off her kiss and bring her down on my cock, hard. She screams.

Her hands flail in the air before they go to my head and she threads her fingers through my hair. My Ava is wild.

“Harder,” she says.

I’d intended to take her slowly. But her words urging me to move faster fuel my own fire. I raise my hips and bring her body down to meet mine. Our groans fill the bathroom as the pleasure builds up fast.

Over and over again our bodies clash together, and it feels as though we are one body.

“Michael, please,” Ava cries.

I know my woman and I know what she’s begging for. She’s tethering on the edge of an orgasm and she needs me to make sure that she gets there. I lean forward, take a nipple into my mouth, and bite on it softly.

Ava leans forward and braces her hands on the edge of the tub behind my shoulders. She comes down on my cock harder and faster and I feel myself buried deeper in her pussy that I’ve ever been.

“Yes! I’m going to come,” she cries.

“Come, baby,” I urge her, thrusting up faster to match her rhythm.

Ava’s climax is sharp and suddenly, she throws her head back and whimpers. She trembles and then grows limp. My thrusts keep her body bouncing on my lap.

Knowing my woman is satisfied gives me permission to let go of my iron-clad control. My body tenses as I shoot my release into her sweet pussy. I fall back with a groan and Ava collapses on my chest.

I hold her tightly to me. I wish I could keep her like this forever, and tonight I will.