Chapter 24
Commando
There was some sauce on the sides of Ava’s mouth and I reached for her. She was in the middle of laughing, but stopped when she saw my hand moving towards her. With my thumb, I wiped the sauce slowly from the corners of her lips and then slid my finger over her glossy bottom lip. Plump and red and delicious. That was what she was. Ava’s green eyes were glowing in the dim light of the table lamp. We were sitting on the floor of the kitchen, eating our spaghetti messily from bowls.
She had been telling me the story of how she lost her first cellphone, the one she’d bought with her hard earned allowance. How upset and furious she was about it…and I couldn’t do anything else but stare at her.
“Reminds me of that scene from the Lady and the Tramp,” Ava said, when I pulled my fingers away.
“Isn’t that what we are? You’re a lady,” I said, in a drowsy voice. My cock was in attention now, taking note of her slender, curvaceous body. There was a dimness in Ava’s eyes and she half smiled at me.
“You’re no tramp,” she said and I leaned forward, the bowl crashing out of my hands on the floor. I caught her face in my hands and I kissed her. My tongue slipped into her mouth and Ava moaned seductively. My tongue teased her, darting and retreating and then tangling with hers again. My hands rose upwards, weaving through her fiery red hair. I just couldn’t get enough of her yet.
I broke away from her. Her back pressed against a bottom cabinet in my matchbox sized kitchen, and I left a wet trail down her chin, her neck, till my teeth were tugging at the buttons of her tight blue shirt. They came undone easily, exposing her white lace bra, which I stared at them for a few moments, admiring her milky pale breasts.
Ava weaved her fingers through my hair as I reached for her nipples, tugging her bra aside. Her nipples turned into stiff wet points as I sucked them, taking turns. Ava purred and wriggled, jutting her hips towards me. So I complied, I wasn’t going to hold back from giving her what she wanted. My hand slipped in under her jeans and I reached for her pussy. She was wet already and I stroked her, her clit…feeling my fingers slide in and out of her warm throbbing entrance.
I kissed her mouth again, pushing her into position so that she was lying on the floor now. I covered her with my body, while my cock pushed up against her, our clothes acting as barrier. Right there. Fuck. I rocked and rolled on that spot as she widened her legs invitingly. I wanted to take it slow this time, really appreciate her beauty, admire what she was capable of doing to my senses.
I nibbled at her earlobes now, while my fingers played with her nipples. I nearly exploded, right in my jeans, when she started circling her hips against me. I wanted to prolong my orgasm. I wanted to watch her come instead. Ava reached for me hungrily when I pulled away.
“Commando…” she breathed my name through her pants. Her red mouth, still sticky with the spaghetti sauce, was hanging open. My hands traced the shape of her curves, her torso, the dip of her flat belly and then her tight jeans.
Sitting on my knees between her outstretched thighs, I undid the buttons of her pants. Ava arched her back, throwing her head back, thrusting her bare breasts towards me.
“Good girl,” I said, as I started rolling her jeans down her legs. She was wearing matching lace panties, which were dripping wet now and I did away with them too.
Her nipples were pink and fresh and yearning for me, and I reached for them again, squeezing them tightly and she winced. Then I lowered myself down, leveling my face with her tight pleading pussy. My arms remained outstretched, gently teasing her nipples and I breathed hot hair on her wet pussy. I knew she liked it because she wriggled under me.
My tongue reached for her folds, and she whimpered. My mouth sucked in her juices, just as my tongue slid into her.
“Oh my God!” she moaned and her body quaked with the sensation. I smiled as I sucked on her, my tongue lapping up her juices and then diving deep inside her.
“I can’t…please, I can’t…this is amazing,” she was panting as she tried to speak, fumbling with her words as I started fucking her pussy with my mouth. She tasted salty and delicious and she tightened her thighs around my face. I loved watching her like this. I could have spent all night making her feel good.
I shook my head wildly, my tongue darting in and out of her sweet spot. My fingers tweaked and played with her nipples, my arms stretching tightly over the length of her. I could feel her body quivering. She was hurtling in top speed towards the edge. She held on to my hair, bunching up and letting go of it as she tried to slow down her orgasm.
But when I tasted her sweet juices seeping out, filling my mouth with her cum, I knew that she hadn’t been able to stop it. Ava screamed as she came, and I kept my tongue there, pushing in and out of her. Her pussy tightened for a few moments and then relaxed again. It wasn’t over. This was never going to be over. For the first time in my life, I cared about how a woman felt and I was going to take full advantage of that.
I slowed the pounding of my tongue into her, but only for a few moments…before I started again. Her clit was swollen with desire, her pussy dripping with the juices I was continuously lapping up.
I broke away from her, and looked straight into her glazed eyes.
“Commando, please, please fuck me,” she pleaded, reaching for my chest. She was feeling the coarseness of my muscles, my abs…
“Not with my cock. Not tonight. Tonight is all about you, princess,” I said with a grin and then, when she was least expecting it, I thrust three fingers into her. My thumb took charge of her clit. Ava screamed out again. She was exhausted, her eyes were drowsy with sleep. She was already satisfied, but I wanted to see her face when she came again.
Picking up speed, my fingers dove in and out of her, while my thumb kept her clit swollen and ready for round too. Ava moaned and whimpered, her head crashing from side to side as she tried to control another orgasm. Her breasts shook and bounced as I slid my fingers in and out of her. Her back was arched, her head pressed awkwardly against the cabinet door while I plowed into her.
Her face was scrunched up, her cheeks were red with pleasure, her lips were parted and she was going to come again.
“Come for me, princess,” I groaned in a deep voice, just as she erupted again. This time she shrieked, her body jerking upwards and I kept my fingers inside her. In and out in deep swift motion till she was coming again, all over my hands. Her red hair was pasted messily over her face, her skin glistening with sweat as I made her come. This one lasted longer, her body shuddering in waves of pleasure. She might have come a third time, I couldn’t tell.
All I cared about was watching her, the way her face tightened, the way her mouth hung open. She had no worries, no cares…all she was doing, was living in the moment of her beautiful orgasm. And I had done it. I was the one responsible for making her feel this way. This sweet, innocent girl was a slave to my fingers and she came, dripping juices all over my hands.
Ava fell back on the floor, her eyes shutting close with exhaustion. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and then brought them to my lips, before licking her sticky juices off. Ava moaned with satisfaction and then I watched a smile spread on her face.
“Sleep well, princes,” I leaned over to whisper in her ear. She moaned again in response and then rolled over and threw an arm around my neck.
I had no choice but to lie down with her, on my kitchen floor, cradling her in my arms. I was exhausted as well, but I spent a few minutes listening to her peaceful breathing as she slept.
I would do anything to keep this woman safe.
I would do anything to make sure she slept sound and safe like this every night.
And most of all, I would do nothing to hurt her.