Chapter 23 - Avonna
twenty-three
Avonna
The Same Week
I walk into the room barefoot.
A beautiful space. Warm wood floors, soft, neutral fabrics, a large bed dressed in linen sheets.
There’s a mirrored wall on one side of the room. A diffuser sends up tendrils of cedar and rose.
Elijah and Marius are already here. They’re barefoot too. Relaxed. Awake. Dressed simply in soft T-shirts and loose pants.
Comfortable.
Intentional.
Camille follows me in to check on the set up. When she’s satisfied, before she departs, she places her hand on my shoulder. “Avonna, tonight is the integration you desired. You’ve done the internal work. Let your body tell its truth. There is no performance. You are the one in charge.”
A breath sticks in my throat. She gestures toward the center of the space.
“Elijah, Marius, approach Avonna with care. Ask. Listen. Let her pace you.”
They move.
Elijah steps forward first. He doesn’t reach for me, though he and I have had sex in every position imaginable. Tonight is different.
He stands a foot away. “Avonna, may I touch you?”
“Yes.” I breathe in.
His hands find my arms. Light. A gentle stroke up from my wrist to shoulder. Like a musician brushing the strings before playing.
Marius comes on my other side. His eyes are locked on mine, intense but not invasive. He waits until I nod. Then his hand settles on the small of my back. He leans forward and kisses my cheek.
I feel myself already pulsing between them.
They undress me together.
No rush. No grabbing.
Elijah pulls my shirt over my head, watching my face the entire time. He cups my breasts in his palms, not to grope, but to caress. Marius kneels and slides my pants down, inch by inch, his fingertips grazing the backs of my thighs as he peels them off.
I stand in only a slip of underwear now. The room is quiet except for our breaths.
Elijah moves behind me, wraps his arms around my middle, chin resting on my shoulder. His chest is warm against my back. I lean into him instinctively.
Marius stands before me, hands on my hips, eyes searching mine. He kisses me deeply.
My heart beats a million times per minute.
“Elijah, may I touch her here?” He brushes the edge of my panties.
“Ask Avonna.” Elijah kisses my neck.
Marius turns to me. “Avonna, may I?”
“Yes.”
He slides them down intentionally.
I’m naked now, between two clothed men who are fully focused on me. They guide me to the bed. Lay me down on the soft sheets. I feel the texture against my back, the air on my skin.
Elijah urges my thighs apart, exposing my soaking pussy. Marius sits behind me and leans back against the headboard. He carefully pulls me up against his chest so he can cradle my upper body.
“You’re glistening, may I taste you?” Elijah asks.
“Please.” I shiver at the memory of how many times he’s made me come this way.
His mouth descends and the wet, sure rhythm of his tongue circles my clit, then narrows in. My hips lift, hands clutching the sheets.
Marius cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He nuzzles my hair. “Gorgeous girl, stay with us. Don’t float. Don’t leave.”
“I’m here.” I inhale. “I’m here. Oh—”
Elijah slurps everything when I come, like I taste divine.
From there, every transition is purposeful.
“Do you want me inside you?” Elijah looks up from between my thighs. “I’ve missed fucking you.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He sheds his clothes and rises over me, naked now. He grips his cock and positions it at my entrance, then he’s inside me.
The fullness steals my breath.
Marius cups my breasts as Elijah begins to move. “You look so radiant right now beautiful girl.”
“Do you want him too?” Elijah whispers in my ear.
“Yes.”
The men nod to each other and we shift. Elijah pulls out and helps me roll to my side as Marius strips. While Marius moves around the bed, Elijah lifts my leg and enters me from behind, his fingers thrumming my clit.
Marius stands in front of me, cock in hand. I reach for him. Guide him to my mouth, take him in. Taste the salt of his skin.
Penetrated. Filled. And yet—I am not overwhelmed.
Instinctively, I knew this was what my body was meant for. Between the two of them, I am more here than I’ve ever been. Together, they sync their rhythm. Elijah rubs my clit while pressing against my pubic bone, exactly how I love it.
I detonate around Elijah’s cock with Marius deep in my mouth.
After, both men pull out and settle on the bed where I lie between them.
I look in the mirror on the wall, study myself.
My eyes are clear. Bright.
I look claimed. Not by them.
By me.
I’m more powerful than I’ve ever been in my life.
They move like we’ve rehearsed this a hundred times before in our dreams. Elijah shifts slightly, bracing himself behind me. Marius settles between my legs, cupping my face before anything else.
“Tell me if anything changes. If anything feels wrong. We stop, instantly.” He kisses me softly.
“I want this,” I whisper. “Don’t hold back.”
Elijah grinds his hardening cock against my ass as Marius drags his crown through the folds of my pussy, using Elijah’s release as lubricant. It’s intense. He’s longer and thicker than Elijah.
“Breathe, Avonna.” Elijah holds my thigh up and out to give Marius more space. “Stay with yourself. Relax. You’re safe.”
I breathe. They wait for me to adjust, bodies sandwiching mine. Not forcing anything. When Marius bottoms out, Elijah squeezes cold lube on my puckered hole. Inserts a finger. Then two.
He’s fucked me here before, but this time I’m tense. Tightening around Marius’s cock as I await what comes next. Before we go further, Marius and Elijah begin kissing me everywhere. Stroking my body. Holding me open.
Every inch is new. Full.
I feel everything.
The burn. The pressure. The overwhelming closeness. I sob, not from pain. From magnitude. I’m expanding and then both of them are inside me. Filling me.
They hold me between them like a living altar. Their hands on my hips, my belly, my back. Touching me like they can’t believe they’re allowed to be here worshipping my body this way.
“Avonna,” Elijah breathes against my shoulder. “You’re…unreal.”
Marius gurgles low in his throat. “You’re taking us so beautifully.”
My hands are in their hair, my breath jagged, my body trembling but steady.
They start to move together.
Marius sucks on my nipples. Elijah murmurs encouragement in my ear.
I break open. The orgasm rolls through me like thunder across a wide plain. My spine arches, my mouth open in a silent scream. They both moan, not just from sensation but from witnessing me. Fully alive, surrendered to my own desires, yet fully in control of what I’m giving.
My orgasm doesn’t stop. Another wave crashes. Then another. Neither of them rush to finish. They wait for me. When they finally let go, Marius first, then Elijah, I don’t feel used.
I feel energized.
Chosen.
Not a vessel. A volcano.
Later, after a few hours of exploring, I’m sitting in Camille’s office wrapped in a soft robe. My hair’s still damp from the shower. My skin still tingles from sex.
She doesn’t open her notebook. “How are you, Avonna?”
“I feel like I knew what I wanted, and I was right. I know myself and am not afraid to go after what makes me happy.”
She nods.
“Then the work is complete.”
“You’re releasing me?”
“I never held you,” she says softly. “You needed a place to arrive.”
I take a deep breath.
“Go.” She takes my hand. “Remember, every encounter in the outside world, you’ll meet yourself again and again.”`
When I depart, my body is sore and radiant and mine.