I lay sprawled across the plush velvet couch, my hair fanned out around me in a halo of golden curls. The air conditioning hummed, a constant drone in the background. My fingertips traced the curves of my exposed body, sliding over the swell of my breasts, skimming the smooth expanse of my stomach.
I heard the key turn in the lock, the click of the front door opening. My heart began to race in anticipation.
“Hello?” A deep voice called out.
I smiled to myself. “In here, Mr. Thompson,” I purred, my voice low and seductive.
Heavy footsteps approached, stopping in the doorway. I looked up through thick lashes to see James standing there, his eyes wide as they took in the sight of me. Naked. Waiting.
“Ava…what are you…I…” He sputtered, but his eyes betrayed his desire. They darkened as they roamed my body, drinking in every inch of my bare skin.
I sat up slowly, letting the sheet fall away. “I’ve waited so long for this moment. I need you, James. I’ve always needed you.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Ava, we can’t. I’m your best friend’s father. I’m…”
My hands found his belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers. Buttons slipped free as I parted his shirt, revealing his firm chest. I looked up at him through my lashes as I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to his skin.
“Fuck, Ava…” He groaned, large hands coming to rest on my shoulders. But he didn’t push me away.
Emboldened, I undid his zipper, slipping my hand inside. His cock was hard and hot against my palm. “You’re so big,” I whispered. “I want to taste you.”
With a low moan, I drew him out, wrapping my lips around the head. He was thick and salty on my tongue. His hands fisted in my hair as I took him deep, swallowing around him.
“Ava, god, stop. We can’t…”
But his protests only spurred me on. I began to bob my head, fucking my mouth on his cock. The obscenity of it, the taboo nature, only made it hotter. I could feel how much he wanted me, his cock twitching against my tongue.
After long moments, he stumbled back, pulling me off him. “Bedroom,” he rasped. “Now.”
Eyes locked, I scrambled off the couch and led him to the guest room. The door slammed shut behind us.
In a frenzy, clothes were shed, skin met skin. He lowered me to the bed, his mouth hot and hungry on mine.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his teeth at my throat.
“I want this,” I gasped. “I want you to fuck me, James. Hard. Claim me. Make me yours.”
With a growl, he slammed inside me, stretching me deliciously. Bracing my ankles on his shoulders, he began to move, each thrust harder than the last. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming the wall.
“Yes, oh god yes!” I cried, meeting his movements. “Don’t stop!”
He didn’t. He fucked me into the mattress, his hips slapping my ass, his cock driving deep. Pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.
“I’m going to come,” I panted, nails scoring his back. “Come with me, James. Fill me up.”
His rhythm turned erratic, his hands finding mine, fingers interlacing. “Fuck, Ava! Now!”
With a scream, I came, clenching hard around him. He followed a second later, spilling deep inside me with a guttural groan.
We collapsed together, chests heaving. I’d never felt so sated. So complete.
It was the first of many encounters to come. The forbidden fruit of desire was addictive. And I’d never get enough.
