“Gabe. Gabe. Gabe,” she chants my name.
“You feel me inside you? How deep I am?”
“Yes. Yes!”
“This is it, baby. Just you and me. Forever.”
“Forever. Yes, Gabe. God, yes,” her breathless voice whispers over my skin.
Her small hands slide up into my hair, tugging on it. My mouth drops to her neck, and I kiss and lick at her skin.
“Bite me,” she moans. “Mark me. Please.”
Her words are like gasoline on a match. Desire rages through my blood. It roars in my ears.
I sink my teeth into the delicate skin at the base of her neck and suck hard.
Her heels dig into my ass, pushing her pussy even closer to me. Her hands drop to my back, and she rakes her nails into my skin.
“Fuck yeah.” I pump in and out of her. “That feels so fucking good.”
She drags her nails up and down my back, and I take her mouth in a desperate kiss.
We’re all teeth and tongues and total fucking need.
“Are you close? ’Cause I can’t hold off much longer. It’s too fucking good.”
“I’m nearly there. Just keep doing…God, yeah, just keep doing that.”
Knowing just what will set her off, I hold her up under her ass with one hand while the other pinches her nipple hard.
She screams. Her muscles clamp down on my cock as she starts to come, setting off my own orgasm.
I pour everything I have inside her. It shakes me to the core.
My legs are trembling, my heart pounding.
Her head drops to my shoulder.
“Jesus,” I utter.
“Yeah.” She lifts her head from my shoulder and tenderly kisses my jaw.
I turn my head in and capture her lips with mine.
She hums a sweet sound and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Love you,” she murmurs.
“Love you, too.”
I give her one final kiss and then push off the wall. I carry her to the bathroom to clean up.
I deposit her on the counter and run the faucet, wetting a cloth under it. I wring it out and then wipe between her legs.
I clean myself up, and still naked, I pick her back up and walk us to the living room.
“We not dressing?” she asks.
“No point. I’ll only be getting you naked again soon.”
I put her down on the sofa, and she stretches her gorgeous body out on it. I walk over to the window and open it.
I grab my smokes off the coffee table and light up.
“Baaahhh!”
“Shit! Gucci’s still in the kitchen.” Speedy bolts up. “I can’t believe I forgot to let her out. That’s your fault, distracting me with hot wall sex.”
“Good to know I have that effect on you. You stay there. I’ll let her out.”
I head to the kitchen and push the door open. The moment I do, Gucci head-butts me in my leg and then bolts off to the living room to find Speedy.
“You’re welcome,” I call after the little brat.
I go back into the living room, and Ava’s on her phone, a blanket wrapped around her.
“No, that’s fine. I can make that day. Sure, yeah. That’s great. Thank you so much.” She hangs her phone up, a big smile on her face.
“Good news?”
“I got a job!”
“No way! That’s amazing, babe.” I drop my cigarette in the ashtray and go over and hug her. “Where’s the job?”
“Here in LA. At a theater downtown. They need a new wardrobe mistress. Their last one just upped and quit on them. So, they need me to start pretty much straightaway.”
“That’s fucking great. I’m happy for you.” I reach over and grab my cigarette. Then, I sit back and take a drag.
“I’m happy for me, too.” She snuggles into my body.
“So, when do you start?”
“They want me to go in on Monday.”
“So, I’ve got two more days with you.”
She tips her head back and looks up at me. “You’ve got forever with me, if you still want me?”
I lean my head down and kiss her lips. “I’ll always want you.”
“Good.” She plants another kiss on me. Then, she moves her head and tucks it under my chin.
I take another drag of my cigarette and watch the smoke curl up into the air.
“What a great day,” she murmurs. “You got your boot off, and I got a new job.”
“We should go out. Celebrate.”
She sits up and turns to me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I smile. “Go get dressed ’cause I’m taking you out dancing.”
Ava
My hair is up in a sleek ponytail with some strands framing my face. My makeup is neutral, my lips red. I’m wearing a Victoria Beckham dress that I snagged from the last film I worked on. It’s a calf-length fifties-style dress with a rosebud pattern, cinched waist, and asymmetrical high neckline. I’ve red heels on my feet.