23
Mark
I follow Ava inside and go drop my bag in the bedroom.
“I need to go water my flowers and feed the fish. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“I’ll do it. You have a date with pink lipstick. Where’s the koi food?”
Ava grins wide at me before answering.
“It’s inside of the big red mushroom near the bench.”
“On it. Be back in five.” I tap the kitchen island twice with the palm of my hand, intent on finishing my mission in record time.
“Splash the water with your fingers a few times before tossing in a couple handfuls of food!” she calls over her shoulder as she saunters down the hallway toward her room.
I haul ass outside because the idea of the hot pink silk of her lips wrapped around my cock has me standing at attention.
I’m watering her plethora of gorgeous petunias and find myself thinking about my parents’ words tonight.
Mom tossed around the word love like it was already a settled fact.
My father basically said not to fuck things up and lose this girl.
It was a fantastic night. The approval from my dad has got to be one of the first real proud moments I’ve seen from him in years.
I can’t remember the last time that I could tell he was truly proud of me.
I’d been pretty bold with her, saying that I didn’t want to leave her tonight and that I was staying the night.
How am I supposed to tell her that my feelings for her have skyrocketed beyond the realm of just being crazy about her?
When I’d brought that up the last time, she had a mini freak out.
When I’m with her, I feel like we’ve been at this for years, not weeks.
When I’m not with her, I feel like a piece of me is missing somewhere on the other side of town.
I’ve never felt that way about anyone that I’ve dated before.
They had just been a good time. Not Ava.
Earlier tonight, when she’d asked when we could leave and go home, the idea of that bloomed in my chest like a lily opening from its bud.
I haven’t been able to shake it since. What we’re doing here…
It’s something I never imagined having in my life, but it’s everything I’ve been searching for.
She’s everything I’ve been searching for but never knew I was missing until she crawled under my skin.
I’m in love with her. I gulp my feelings down and finish watering the flowers.
Hopefully I didn’t drown any while I was deep in thought.
I have a feeling I’ve been out here for longer than five minutes.
I find the big mushroom holding the koi pellets, and I have to admit, it’s a pretty cute hiding spot, not to mention practical.
I squat and splash lightly with my fingers, not expecting the fish to immediately swim up to the surface, but damn, there’s a lot of them. Some of these suckers are huge! I toss in the handfuls, mesmerized by how they swim up to snatch it and fight with each other for it.
“I promise I’ll give you all enough. Stop fighting over it.
” I talk to them like they’ll somehow understand me, but I know it’s useless.
That’s about the time I hear music start thumping inside the house.
My thoughts instantly switch into sexy mode, and it’s on.
I double check that the spigot is turned off properly then head back inside.
I’m greeted with the sound of Russ’s That’s My Girl, and I’m instantly hard.
I go wash my hands at the kitchen sink and get my head in the game.
I’m about to enjoy my personal stripper, and I don’t have to keep my hands to myself.
I walk toward the bedroom, kicking off my sandals at the beginning of the hallway.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it over my shoulder.
I push open the door of the bedroom, immediately noticing the room is cast in blacklight with some sort of contraption that causes neon lights to float around the room.
My mouth goes dry when I see her folded over with her ass against the pole, fastening a pair of fuck me heels in nothing but that fucking hot pink thong.
It glows neon in the lighting. Her fingers skate back up her long legs as she straightens up and tosses a saucy smile at me from where she stands.
Her lips glow right along with her panties, and I’m transfixed on them.
She points to the corner of the bed, indicating where she’d like me to sit.
I toss my shirt onto the top of her dresser just as Mt.
Everest by Labrinth blasts that loud “Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop” over the speakers.
It’s like a beacon signaling my eyes to zero in on the dark haired beauty for the beginning of one hell of a peep show.
Her hips begin to sway, warming up as I walk over to the corner of her bed and sit down. I lay back on my elbows, intent to see every bit of what’s about to go down.
“Damnit, Pinky, you have no idea how you're turning me inside out right now,” I grit out, running my fingers through my hair and telling myself this is the best form of torture, and that it’s worth it.
She clicks something on her phone and the song changes to the very song she seduced me with all those months ago.
Ex Habit’s Who Do You Want whispers seductively through the room, and I know the real show is about to begin.
She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and drops slowly into a squat with her knees spread wide.
She pulls the waistband out and lets go with a flick of her wrists, letting the bands snap against her skin.
Her tits are framed between her arms as she slides her palms from her knees up her inner thighs.
She rubs them over the bright crotch of her thong before she brings a knee in toward the other, cutting off that view but teasing me with a side view of her gorgeous ass as she rolls upward, her hands tracing up the underside of her thigh and over her pretty cheeks. I want to sink my teeth into one.
For the next two minutes, she tortures me in the best of ways, dancing around the pole and showing me her best tricks. The upside down slide with her legs spread wide is still my favorite. I don’t think I can handle another song without being able to touch her though.
“Come here,” I whisper, just loud enough for her to hear.
She bites her pink lip, and my jaw drops when she sinks to her knees and crawls to me with her ass proudly up in the air.
She looks like a sleek lioness hunting me, and fuck, I’m here for it.
She may be pulling the submissive card, but she’s dominating every fiber of my being.
I’m hers to do with what she will, if she wills it.
Her hands slide up my thighs and undo my jeans.
She licks those neon lips and flicks those big doe eyes up at me as she pulls all of me from the confines of my boxers.
She strokes me once before yanking my pants down my thighs and off.
My breath stutters from my chest, and I’m utterly speechless as she kisses a neon path of hot pink lipstick up my inner thigh.
I couldn’t even tell you what song is playing right now.
Everything’s a blur, background noise, except for her.
“I was thinking since we had a repeat bathroom moment earlier, that maybe you’d like a closet repeat that you can actually see and not just feel and hear.”
Oh, hell yes.
All I can answer her with is a strangled grunt as I nod my head at an embarrassingly furious pace right before she inhales my throbbing cock into the back of her throat.