Avah is softer—everywhere.
Climbing onto the bed, I press my back against the headboard and hold out my hand for her. She looks back at me from over her shoulder, her green eyes full of a doubt that I’ve never seen before.
Avah is all sultry looks and seduction, at least she was. Right now, she’s not the woman I left. She’s not as confident, not as bold, and I find that I am not turned off, not in the least. Slowly, she turns around and climbs over me, her knees on either side of my hips, her warm wet cunt pressing against my hard dick.
Lifting my hand, I grip the back of her neck and squeeze gently. “You gonna ride me, honey?” I ask.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her palms press against my chest and her nails dig into my flesh. She looks down at my chest before she lifts her gaze up to meet my own.
“Hawk,” she breathes. “I haven’t, not since you.”
My fingers flex against her neck and guilt fills me. I’ve fucked other women, endlessly, since I walked away from her. I’ll probably do it again, never been faithful, never really saw the need. Sex is sex, your woman is your woman, and that’s not the same as getting off.
“Fuck me, Avah. Show me what you’ve been missing.”
She nods once, then adjusts herself and I let out a growl as she lowers herself on my cock, taking all of me inside of her warmth. She lets out a shaky breath once I’m completely rooted deep inside of her.
We don’t say another word. Her hips roll, they shift and buck and I do nothing but watch her, all of her, as they do. She’s magnificent. She’s free and her confidence comes back, but it’s not the way it was months ago, this is different.
This is her true self taking over and it’s the most spectacular thing that I’ve ever witnessed. I realize in this moment that everything has changed. She’s not Avah, the escort with the rockin’ body that’s a great lay. She’s not Avah the friend of my daughter who has daddy issues and likes it dirty.
She’s just Avah.
My Avah.
Mine.
AVAH
I’m pretty sad. Pathetic, really. Hawk appeared in my hallway, and seconds later, my legs fall completely open and I just let him slide right back inside. I do exactly what he demanded I do, I showed him just how much I missed him and I have no doubt that I only fucked myself over doing that.
I make a move to roll off of the bed, embarrassment filling me almost instantly after my orgasm. He doesn’t let me though. I’m still straddling him, his half-mast cock still deep inside of me when his arms wrap around me and he forces me to lie on his chest.
My breasts press against his skin and I have to bite back the moan at the sensation of his bare hairy chest against my own. Closing my eyes, I decide to give myself this moment, it will probably be my last with him.
“You’re going to need to tell me who is stalking you, Avah,” he rasps, his lips close to my ear.
Pressing my lips together, I pinch my eyes closed and press my body even closer to his, wishing that I could melt into him and disappear. I don’t want to have this conversation, because I know he’ll want to do something stupid and it will get him thrown in jail, or worse.
“I can’t tell you,” I whisper.
One of his hands slides up my back, it tangles in my hair and I don’t realize what’s happening until my head is wrenched back and my breath hitches at the sensation of my hair being pulled. My inner thighs flex and I subconsciously clench my pussy around him.
Hawk lets out a grunt, then a groan at the sensation. “That won’t get you out of telling me,” he warns. “Stay just like that though, feels fucking phenomenal.”
I do as he demands, mainly because he’s absolutely right.
“I really can’t tell you. It’s too dangerous. It’s better that this be the last time we see one another and he takes me.”
He growls, the sound coming from deep inside of his chest and it isn’t meant to be a sexy growl, it’s supposed to be intimidating, but all I want to do when I hear it, is fuck him again—hard. His grip tightens in my hair, tugging at my scalp and causing a painful burning sensation, but I accept it, love it all at the same time.
“Tell me, Avah, or you don’t get to come again,” he threatens, changing tactics, probably feeling just how turned on I am right now.
I hum, licking my lips. “I can take care of it myself, Hawk. I don’t need your dick to make me come.”
He chuckles. “You won’t be saying that when your hands are tied to the bed and I keep you on the edge for hours, maybe even days.”
“You wouldn’t,” I whimper.
There’s a moment of silence, then I feel his lips touch the hollow of my throat. “I would, honey, and I would enjoy it. I may do it anyway, just because the idea turns me the fuck on.”
My pussy clenches again causing him to let out a moan.
“Avah,” he warns. “Tell me.”
Closing my eyes, I force myself to take a calming breath. It doesn’t work. I’m still needy, still want more from him, still need to come and I still don’t want to tell him who is stalking me, or who I think it is.
“You don’t tell me, I got no choice, honey.”
My eyes open instantly at his tone, his words, his unvoiced warning. “No choice for what?” I demand.
He chuckles, lifting his hips slightly. He’s hard again and I sigh at
