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“AVA! TODAY IS THE BIG reveal,” I shout excitedly. “Are you excited?” She rolls her eyes at me from across the table at the diner, clearly annoyed at the intensity of my voice this early in the morning.

We are trying to enjoy a celebratory breakfast before our long day starts. It is Monday after all, and sometimes it’s hard to get excited for a Monday, but today is very special for Ava and me. What my brothers and I set out to do a little more than a year ago is finally coming to completion.

Today, or tonight rather— which is the part I am most excited about— she will be all moved into our newly re-constructed apartment. The other great news we are celebrating is she will finally have a new office space for her public relations firm. Kimball Relations is now an official business, with my soon-to-be wife as the boss lady. Her dreams are coming true, and I couldn’t be more thrilled for her.

We took a chunk of my old apartment and gave it a new public doorway. We partitioned a section of the driveway off to give it a personalized space that is distinct and separate from the club’s parking. There have been many working parts to move into position so that it all ends up running smoothly. Frustration has been the mood overshadowing many of our conversations, but we have survived and are stronger and better for it.

Twelve weeks. It’s been a very long and exhaustive process. Yes, that’s three months, 84 days, 2016 hours, or 120,960 minutes, and one very happy man now that it’s all over.

I watch her scoop the busted yellow of her ‘eggs over easy’ up onto her last bite of toast. She shreds her bacon into tiny pieces and sprinkles it over the same piece of toast. Her fork lifts higher until the gooey mess escapes in between her luscious lips. My dick twitches in my pants as her lipstick stains the fork tines when she glides it against them when releasing it from her mouth.

Tito was right. The universe has wound some kind of invisible string, binding us together. I can remember joking that I would cut the string that held me to her, but now I want to tie a thousand knots in it and hold it together forever.

“The movers should be done loading everything soon,” she informs me. “I’d like to go and do a final review just to make sure I haven’t left anything behind in the condo.”

“Ava, relax. You’ve packed everything. Stop worrying,” I say. Her shoulders relax and she takes a deep breath.

“I know. You’re right, but it’s been hard to see everything with all of the boxes stacked,” she remarks. “I figure I can get a better picture of what I might have missed with everything gone. What if I forgot to pack something that we need for the wedding?”

“Okay, we can swing by on the way home,” I reply. I know what she really wants. She’s sentimental and is going to miss her very first home that she owned. She needs closure and to say good-bye to that piece of her single life. I get it.

“We’ve made some great memories there. I just want to remember them again before that door closes and our new life together begins,” she sighs. I smile at her, because I know her so well.

She was nervous when I first asked her to move in with me. She put up a wall of excuses a hundred feet high. I chiseled away at each one separately until she didn’t have any arguments left. I love the way her mind works, especially when she’s challenging me. We are so intertwined into each other; we can read each other's thoughts, body language and facial expressions. The universe did a great job in finding the perfect woman for me.

I take the long black box out of my front pocket that I’ve been hiding. It’s been burning a hole there since we first sat down. I slide it across the table at her when she was checking her phone.

“Here, I got you something to celebrate today’s milestone,” I announce, her eyes light up when she sees the box.

“Dante, you spoil me, but that’s not a complaint,” she says smiling, wrapping her fingers around the box and pushing the hinged lid open. Her eyes dart to mine in complete surprise. “I love it. Will you please put it on me?”

She releases the bracelet from the wires holding it securely, and turns each bar over to read its word: one says brave, another says passionate, the next one says smart, another says charming, and the last one says beautiful.

“I will add new bars onto it when I come across more labels that you should wear proudly,” I admit, and she leans across the table wrapping her arms around my shoulders giving me one long, amazing kiss.

I pay the bill, and drive us to her condo. As usual, we race each other up the stairs to her front door. I’ve gotten stronger and I’m in better shape to make it to the top, but she still always wins.

“What are we going to do to race and stay in shape without these stairs now that we live together?” she pants, gasping for more air.

“I’ve got a few ideas for some cardio at the club,” I say, lifting her hair from her shoulders and planting a few kisses behind her ear and down the long curve of her neck. “There are roughly two hundred and fifty sexual positions to try over the next seventy years.”

“But I might want to try them all this year,” she pouts. “What if I like the one we try in sixty years but we both need to be younger to fully enjoy it. We’d better experience them all now to enjoy our favorites forever.”

She grabs my face and presses her lips to mine, forcing my mouth open and taking charge with her tongue. I hear the keys clang together as she attempts to blindly open the door. Finally it swings open and bangs against the wall, the noise echoing throughout the empty apartment.

I pick her up, cradling her ass while she wraps her legs around me. I haven’t fucked her up against the large window in the living room before. Now is the perfect opportunity. I walk us over to it, slowly unbuttoning her shirt as she reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up to expose my chest. Her nails are lightly scratching my back as she tries to hold on, and my dick thickens in my pants. The head is poking out of my briefs trying to search out her heat. Her long shirt covers her ass, so I leave it open without removing it, letting it cover her from public view in case anyone decides to look up.

I unwrap her legs from around my waist and set her heels on the window sill. She’s high above me, but in the perfect position for me to suck on her clit. I push down her leggings and panties, and pull them off her ankles, spreading her legs wide. She massages her own clit and her arousal coats her fingers. I fucking love that she’s always ready for me. She lifts one leg, and places her foot on my shoulder, opening herself up to me. I dive right in, running my tongue up the slit in her seam, lapping up the wetness that’s already there. 

Her clit is engorged already, and I run my fingers along her lips separating them to suck on her clit ravenously like I haven’t tasted her in days. It’s getting sensitive as her legs are twitching, so I lick it gently, laving and pulling on it with my lips until a moan escapes her throat, bouncing off the empty walls. Her standing leg is quivering and shaking on the verge of climax. I massage her inner thighs, before placing one finger in her pussy and pumping it in and out.

My dick is bursting at the seams of my jogger pants. I reach down and shove them to my knees until my dick falls out of my briefs.  I kick everything down to the floor and step out of the tangled mess.

“I need in you now, Ava,” I growl, lowering her ass down to the window sill. I thrust into her, instantly feeling her pussy grip my dick and squeeze. She’s so fucking tight; I’m going to come soon.

She wraps her legs around my thighs and squeezes my hips with her knees.

“I need you, baby,” Ava begs.

“Just tell me what you want, Ava,” I reply. “I’ll fucking die trying to please you.”

“Faster, Dante. Faster.”

I love it when she tells me what she wants. I never have to guide her. She knows what she wants, and I’m here to give her whatever that may be. And right now, she needs me.

I press her back against the window and thrust again, over and over, hitting her deeper with each penetrating pulse. She grabs her breasts and holds them out to me, begging me to suck them. I take a nipple into my mouth, and graze my teeth against its hard peak. I concentrate on giving both nipples attention and pumping into her with a steady rhythm. My lower back tingles with that familiar feeling, and I use my thumb to caress and tease her clit instantly bringing on her orgasm. Her pussy walls squeeze my dick tight, pulsing with her intense heat. It’s too much and I come inside her. Our final grunts and groans remind us of our location.

“Well, that’s a great send off for this place,” she laughs.

“You think that was great?” I ask, “Just wait until you see the welcome that you’re going to get tonight.”

And so we begin...