me. Let me feel your cum splash all over my dick. Take it.”
Ava doesn't speak, she just puts her head down and works like a woman on a mission. Sweat glides down her cheek and drips off of her chin just as I begin rubbing her clit and squeezing her throat tighter. I see her face turning red, but Ava doesn't slow down or back away. She keeps going, even while struggling to breathe past my grip on her throat, but before I know it, she sucks in a huge breath like she just surfaced from beneath thick waves in the ocean.
“Oh fuck!” she yells, and then she comes again. This time, when Ava orgasms, I literally feel a splash of liquid squirt from her pussy. Her warm juice splashes on my stomach and slithers onto the tile, and seeing it all snatches an orgasm out of me.
“Oh God, yes! I’m coming!” Ava musters up just enough strength to grind her hips on me and make my orgasm that much better, before collapsing onto the tile floor next to me.
The floor beneath us is soaked, but neither of us gives a fuck. We don't move away from it, we relish it, soaking it in.
“I’ve never come like that before in my life,” Ava says through ragged breaths.
“Well, it was fucking incredible,” I reply.
“Yeah it was. You were incredible as always. It’s gonna be a struggle to walk tomorrow. My legs are fried.” I smile at the thought of Ava’s sore legs tomorrow, and I feel a sense of pride flare up. “You’re amazing, Malcolm. Do you know that? What am I talking about? Of course you do.”
I don't say anything. I just stare at the ceiling, struggling to catch my breath. I let my mind wander around and latch onto nothing in particular for a few minutes, but the silence is broken when Ava speaks again, and her words drop on my chest like a sack of bricks falling from the ceiling above me.
“I love you, Malcolm,” Ava says, and I suddenly feel like I can't breathe.
Love isn't what I do. Love isn't what this is. I don't know what Ava and I have between us, but it’s not love. We fuck, that’s it. Yes, I want to empower her to have faith and pride in herself, but I don't love Ava. I’m a Dom, and I want my submissive to be full of confidence, so I say what is needed in order to facilitate that. I mean everything I say, which is why I don't say I love you.
I don't know how to respond, so I sit there quietly, and Ava doesn't look at me for a response. It’s like she knew I wouldn't know what to say, so she just lays there next to me with her eyes closed. After a few minutes of pure fear running through my veins, I lift myself up and look at Ava, clearing my throat before I speak.
“Umm, I’m gonna go shower really quick. Be right back. You can stay here.”
Ava doesn't say anything, and she’s so still I think she might be asleep. When she doesn't respond, I get up and make my way out. I leave the kitchen and head for the stairs, but before I round the corner, I peek out the window for a reason I can’t pinpoint. What I see makes me swallow hard.
Parked at the end of my driveway, right in front of my mailbox, is Ava’s car. Looking at it in the dark now, I realize it’s definitely the same vehicle I saw the other night. There’s no question about it.
I knew it, Ava was outside my house, and now she believes she's in love with me.
Fuck.
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~ Sean ~
It’s funny how one thing being wrong can ruin all the good around you. One bad thing swimming in a sea of goodness, and we always focus on the bad thing. It’s human nature, I suppose, so I can’t help but think about the one bad thing in our ocean of goodness.
The past week with Becky has been phenomenal. We’ve been having sex like rabbits, and every time we do it, Becky has an orgasm, and mine follows. It’s never the other way around. Both of us have become more vocal, and I’ve learned so much about what Becky wants that I feel like we’ve started the sex process all over again. You know, the process of having sex with someone the first few times and everything