When I wake, Ava has a hand on my cock and is pressing it into her pussy from behind. I am still spooning her from behind, and I have a hand clamped on her right breast. It’s a repeat of yesterday morning and a few months ago when we woke on the couch.
She’s already breathing quick, and when she feels me stir she manages to say, “Okay?”
In response I kiss her neck and roll my hips forward. “Yes.”
She shivers and pushes herself backward onto my cock, and it slips in.
I roll my hips forward slowly and it slides in further, then I pull back and press in again. With every new centimeter penetrated, my cock gets more lubricated and slides in further. I see Ava’s right fist twisting the sheet, and she cries aloud with pleasure when I sink in all the way. I think I’ve found her g-spot at this angle so I keep at it, working her up like I did last night from the front. It’s easier from behind, as it often is in my experience, and in addition to what my dick is doing, I kiss her neck and fondle her breast, twisting the nipple and palming it from time to time. I am blazing with desire and so is she; I can feel her heart slamming against her ribcage.
“Damn it Ava,” I whisper in her ear. “Why are you so fucking sexy?”
She whimpers and reaches behind her head to put her fingers in my hair and pulls.
“Fuck me, Jack,” she says. “Fuck me like it’s the last time.”
The thought had occurred to me, but I never say never.
I start building my pace, accelerating the tempo and making each stroke full and deep. She is so tight this way, lying on her side with her legs closed, and the friction is incredible. My thrusts are firm but not hard, and regular but not fast or frenzied. It’s the right pace for the occasion and I feel her tense up, clenching down on my cock so hard it’s almost painful— certainly enough to make me need to pause.
“FUCK!” she screams. “So fucking good!”
I put my hand on her belly as she bucks, feeling the taut muscles there, steadying myself to keep my cock inside of her as her pleasure takes her to another world. When she relaxes I resume at a reduced pace, thrusting until she cums again, and then a third time.
“Ava,” I say, “I love feeling you cum on my cock.”
“Oh yeah,” she says, “I love feeling that big cock inside me. Fuck me, baby. Fill me up. Give me all you’ve got.”
With that I let go and do as she asks. I thrust inside her exactly as I want to, driven by nothing more than animal instinct, and I lose track of how many times she is cumming and what the duration and intensity of her orgasms must be. I am singlemindedly working toward my own pleasure and that eclipses all else. “The last time,” my mind tries to tell me. “The last time.” I shut it out. Hands on her shoulders, lying on my side, I shove my stiff cock into Ava again and again until, with a roar of my own, I unleash my cum inside her for the second time since we went to bed last night.
I groan loudly as my balls pump their hot load deep inside her womb. I thrust, hold, withdraw slightly, thrust, hold, and feel her pussy spasming on my cock as she cums with me. For what feels like forever, until there are spots in front of my eyes and my arms and legs begin to tingle, I cum inside her and she cums right along with me. At last I am gasping for breath, spooning behind her again, holding her as she shudders and shakes. We both have random little muscle twitches in our arms and legs, random nerves firing off in the wake of massive electrical storms inside of us both.
We lay silently for awhile, catching our breath. Eventually Ava rolls over to look at me.
“I’ll get a charter lined up for you for this morning.”
“Okay,” I say.
“You’ve helped me more than you know. More than I can say.”
“That makes me very happy,” I say.
“If there’s ever anything I can do for you, please tell me.”
“Nothing besides visiting. Please. Whether you want casual sex or not. My home is open to you.”
Ava does me the courtesy of looking in my eye and saying, “I don’t know if I can do that anytime soon.”
I look into her eyes a long time and then nod. “Okay. Fair enough. But my door is open. I don’t want to get on a plane today and feel like I’m losing a friend when I only just found her.”
Her eyes sparkle with a hint of a tear. “That means a lot.”
I lean forward and give her a kiss on the lips which she gently returns.
Ava sits up to go.
“Actually, I do have one more request.”
She looks at me expectantly.
“When you write a song about me—”
“When I write a song about you?”
“Good point. On the album about me—”
“Ha!” she says, jaw dropped, smiling and shaking her head.
“If you do write a song about me, can it be more of a love song and less of a revenge ballad?”
Ava has the grace to laugh, and we both crack up.
“Seriously though,” I say. “Settle a bet for me. That one song about how you did something bad, was written for girls to give head to, right?”
“Oh god,” she says, putting her feet on the floor. “This is a paparazzi interview now. Save me.”
She sashays her way to the shower, and turns to look over her shoulder at the bathroom door. “If you can keep your smart mouth shut, I think you owe me one more taste of that cock before you jet.” Then she disappears.
I honestly wrestle with it, because I have a great line ready. Then I think of a compensation for myself. “After I nut on her face, I’ll say, ‘Look what you made me do!’ and then jump out.”
***
“You did not!” Charlotte says.
“Oh, yes I did,” I say.
“By yourself in the bed you said that out loud?”
“Well, no,” I admit. “But after I fucked her face pretty solidly and blasted her with cum I did say it to her.”
Charlotte grabs her knees and rolls sideways on the bed giggling. “Babe, that’s awful.”
“I know! I wanted to end on a less heavy note with her. Things were pretty serious.”
“I’ll bet you’ve never friend-zoned an eleven out of ten before,” she says, chin on her palm.
“Admittedly, no,” I say. “I was grateful she didn’t make me slam the door on her hands. She’s come that far.”
“She’s come further than you realize,” says Charlotte. “Two years ago she probably would have kidnapped you instead of asking you to fly out there.”
I chuckle and she gives me a look.
“Still,” she says. “It’s too bad. I have this vision of a three bedroom house where you spend a night in each room in turn, and she’d be a hell of a number two.”
I laugh in disbelief. “She’s not my type. And would you really be okay only sleeping with me one night in three?”
“As long as I still got a couple of loads from you each day, I could get by,” she says.
“Liar,” I say.
“Plus, she’d be out on tour sometimes so I’d get extra. And the third lady would probably be out acting or on photoshoots too.”
“So would you!” I say.
“Exactly. I told you, the most important thing to me is that you have your needs met. You meet all of mine.”
“I think at best you could handle another lady sleeping on my other side,” I say. “An extra wide bed so you could still get your snuggles in.”
“That’s a good point,” she says thoughtfully. “An extra wide bed with the understanding that most of the time only two of us would be home at any one time for you to have free use of. That could work better than separate bedrooms.” She taps her temple twice as if double clicking. “Fantasy updated.”
I laugh and shake my head. “So this mystery third lady would be an actress and a model too, huh?”
Charlotte nods. “Mm-hmm.”
“And I assume you know who it is already.”
“Mm-hmm,” she says.
“I don’t suppose I get to know who my third of three lovers is going to be?”
Completely seriously, she says, “You already know. But you’d never say it. Which is why I learned to read your mind a long time ago.”
I snort. “Oh really? Then—”
“—what am I thinking now?” we say in unison.
Charlotte puts her fingers to her temples and closes her eyes. “I see your cock… it’s coming towards my face… it’s jizzing in my hair!”
“I have been doing that kind of a lot lately, haven’t I?”
“Yes. The admiral loves hairjobs. No question. At first I was on the fence but then I noticed how voluminous and healthy my hair is getting.” She picks up handfuls from her shoulders and drops them. “You see? It’s incredible! Semen treatments! Who knew?”
I laugh again and shrug. “You’re not wrong.” Her hair is nearly down to her waist and something about winding it around my cock when I’m ready to finish and pumping a load right in the midst of it has been driving me wild lately.
“Seriously though. I don’t have to be a mind reader. You have a type.”
I nod. “True.”
She stands up and stretches. “And—you talk in your sleep.”
My eyes widen, thinking of my last night with Ava.
“Ha!” she says, running from the room. “First boy to the couch gets to cum in my hair and then brush it in!”
I grin and leap off the bed. I love this woman.
🤍🤍🤍
I’d try to impress you, but I feel like you already know I’m a catch 💋
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The Shield-Maiden 🤍 2.8.1
I sit at a half-empty table at a dinner for a literarily minded charitable foundation, regrettably without Charlotte. She had a conflict across town, so I came by myself, and this is something to be endured until I can get home. I look around the room again to see if there’s anyone I recognize so that I can hop tables, but once again I strike out. Not t…
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