Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
Ben
As soon as the lift doors close, I pin her against the wall.
I can’t believe how lucky I am. I get to be in love with Avril and get to spend the rest of my life with her.
It seems too good to be true. I never thought I could be as happy as I am now.
When I started out, I just wanted to make sure I had a roof over my head and food in my stomach.
And now I have everything I could ever want.
I have this woman in front of me who’s changed the way I see everything. Changed what I thought was possible. Changed me from the inside out.
“Hey,” I say, as my gaze flicks between her eyes, her lips. I dig my hand into the back of her hair.
“You’ve never kissed me in here,” she says.
I press my mouth against hers, pressing my tongue through her lips. I groan at her warmth. Can this woman actually be mine? How is that possible? How can she believe in me so fiercely that she’s willing to take a chance on me?
She reaches up, to smooth her hand on my chest, and I pull back.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m always okay when I’m with you,” she says.
If I wasn’t hard before, I would be now. Hearing her say stuff like that undoes me. It’s so open and so trusting. She believes in me so wholeheartedly that I know I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I never let her down.
“Why are you kissing me now, and you didn’t before?” Her arms slide around my waist and my heart rate picks up speed.
I glance up to the cameras. “Because everyone’s always watching.”
“I thought this was a private elevator?”
“It is. But there are cameras. I didn’t want private pictures of me circulating. I didn’t want anything out there that could shift people’s perceptions of me into a player rather than a trusted advisor.”
She tilts her head to one side. “And now you’ve changed your mind?”
“You’re my fiancée,” I reply, cupping her face. “I’m kissing my soon-to-be wife.” I pull in a breath. “But honestly, not kissing you in here has always been a challenge. I’ve always wanted more of you. That’s why I agreed to the whole roommate-for-a-week thing.”
“You agreed to me moving in to prove that we couldn’t keep it professional.”
I chuckle. “No, I agreed because I wanted to know you. I couldn’t see a better way.”
“You tricked me?” she asks with a smile.
“No. I was going to adhere to the terms of your deal. But my motivations were different to yours.”
“If you wanted to get to know me, why didn’t you just ask me on a date?”
The doors ping open and I walk her backwards out of the lift and into my apartment.
“I don’t really date. I didn’t want to get into murky waters. But I wanted to spend time with you. As soon as I met you, I knew you were different. I just couldn’t work out why. I needed some time to figure it out.”
“And you’ve figured it out?”
“Yeah, I figured out what made you different. I’d fallen in love with you.”
She grins up at me. “You wanted to bang me. That isn’t love.”
I chuckle. “I definitely wanted to bang you.” I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist and I head toward my bedroom. “But I used to meet plenty of attractive women. I was in love with you. Even then.”
“You’re such a cheesy guy.”
“But I’m your cheesy guy.”
She laughs and pulls me closer.
“And now,” I say, setting her down on her feet. “Now I’m going to make you come so many times, you’re going to forget your own name.”
She gasps and puts a hand over her mouth. “Avril East,” she says. “You want me to change my name?”
I shake my head. “No. I want you to be exactly who you are. And you’ll always be Avril Huntington to me.”
“You always know exactly the right thing to say.” She reaches for my cock. With her hands around me, I can finally relax. She slides to her knees. She looks even more beautiful than usual with the crown of my cock on her lips.
She sucks the tip and then goes right to the base, her tongue working its way up my shaft before taking me deep, so fucking deep, I want to shout out at the perfection of her.
She sits back on her knees and reaches for my hands, placing them on her face, handing me control of the situation. I growl my appreciation at the gesture.
Her eyelids flutter, as if her pleasure is almost too much, and I groan at how fucking perfect she looks in the red dress I bought her.
It’s a version of the one I first met her in.
The one I sliced off her. The frills are so feminine, but they can’t cover up how strong and feisty she is.
I definitely met my match at Aurora and Deacon’s engagement party. In every sense of the word.
I start to move my cock in and out of her mouth. She looks up at me with big, trusting eyes, as I move.
Fuck she’s perfect.
I’m almost painfully hard. I want to come so badly. I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer, so I step back, my cock rearing in frustration.
“Please, Ben. I want you to.”
I shake my head. “Avril—”
“I want you to come in my mouth, Ben.” She reaches for me. “I want you to take what you need from me.”
I groan again. She’s too much. Too sexy. Too compliant. Too good for me.
I hold her face in my hands and feed her my cock.
Because I’ll do anything she asks of me.
I almost come immediately, but I row it back, just for a few seconds, because I want to enjoy this fucking perfection.
The pulse in my ears is roaring, like a tiger desperate to be let off a leash. I want to come so badly.
She moans and the vibrations travel up my shaft. I’m done. I push in one more time and explode in her mouth.
Just like she asked.
I don’t believe in God, but I think I just had a divine experience, some kind of religious awakening.
This woman is perfection.
She blinks up at me. “I love you.”
All I can think is how I want more. I bend and scoop her up and lay her on the bed.
I push up her skirt. But I don’t want anything between us.
I stand and, like some goofy eighteen-year-old who can barely believe he’s about to get lucky, I strip off my clothes, discarding them on the floor, and then I crawl over her.
“Usually I’m the naked one,” she says.
“You’re about to be.” I sit back and reach for her dress, and I pull it apart with my bare hands. Her skin is so beautiful, soft and hot, and her breasts shift as she moves on the mattress, freeing herself from her tattered dress.
“Ben, it has buttons at the back,” she says on a sigh. “You don’t need to go all King Kong.”
A smile hovers at the edges of my mouth, and I pull the material from her, then rip off her panties. “Are you sure?” I ask. “I think you like it when I go King Kong.”
She laughs. “You’re insane. But you have a big dick and you know how to use it, so I’ll marry you when you ask me.”
“Marry me?” I ask her.
“Okay, then.”
We smile at each other. I’ll ask her properly one day soon. But I don’t want her to think that I’m in any doubt. She’s the only woman who’s ever had my full attention. That will never change, whether she marries me or not.
I reach for a condom and she grabs my wrist. “I don’t want to. I’m on the pill.”
My already hard dick twitches at the thought of being inside her bare.
“It wouldn’t matter to me if you weren’t,” I say, holding her gaze.
She pushes herself up on her elbows, and I try and ignore the way her breasts move, but I can’t, so I reach for one, cupping it and flicking the nipple.
She tips her head back and gasps. “You get me so hot,” she says.
I chuckle. “I know. And…” I glance down at my rigid cock between us. “You do the same for me.”
I press apart her knees and position myself between them.
“I don’t want children yet,” she says.
“So keep taking the pill,” I say.
“You’re okay with that?” she asks.
“I’m okay with anything you want.”
She glances down at my cock and she widens her legs. “I want that, Ben.”
I groan and start to move inside her. Even with just the tip pushed into her, it’s absolute bliss. I pull out and she whimpers.
“Deep, Ben. I want it deep. Please.”
Oh god, Avril begging for my cock is never going to get old.
“You’re going to have to wait,” I snap. “You only get the tip.”
“Please!” she says. “I want it all.”
Christ. It takes everything I have not to push so hard and deep into her that she won’t walk for a week, but I don’t. Because teasing Avril is almost as good as fucking her. Especially as she takes it so well.
I keep up my teasing for a little longer, and she’s reaching for me, moving underneath me, trying to pull me deeper.
Eventually, and without warning, I slam into her. She screams, then convulses around my cock immediately, crying out my name as she clenches around me.
I don’t stop. I continue to pound into her, giving her what she wants—me to fuck her hard and deep. It’s what I need too. I need to show her that this is how it’s going to be for our entire lives. We’re going to enjoy our bodies, take pleasure in each other all the time.
We’re magic together.
Two halves that make a whole.
Two people who make each other better every day.
Sweat sheens my body and Avril wraps her legs around me, like she wants to own me.
But she already does. I think she owned me from the night I first met her.
I’ve been forever changed ever since. I can’t believe I thought I could let her go.
There’s no way I could walk away from her.
And the fact that she feels the same way?
It’s more than I could’ve ever imagined for myself.
I set out in my adult life determined not to be poor. I didn’t ever think about being happy. Avril’s changed that for me. I can never be unhappy if I’ve got her by my side.
I stare into her eyes and it feels like we’re connected, body and soul, as I move above her, skin to skin, nothing between us. No unspoken words, no secrets, no unshared dreams. We know each other, and she loves me anyway. How could I ever get luckier than that?
“Ben,” Avril cries from underneath me.
I can tell she’s close again. The panic in her eyes, and the way her fingers grip my shoulders.
“Come, Avril,” I say, through gritted teeth. I’m hanging on by a thread, but I won’t come until she’s with me.
“I’m so close,” she pants.
“Because I’m so deep,” I say. “I always fuck you so deep. And you’re so wet.”
She dissolves underneath me, and it triggers something inside me, and I empty myself into her. We come together, spinning and spinning, our pleasure entwining and swirling between us.
She shudders underneath me, her entire body shaking with the intensity of what passed between us.
I shift to be beside her and pull her toward me. “You’re okay,” I reassure her.
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I am,” she says. “I think I’m broken. Because I just came and all I can think about is how I want you again. How I want to sit on your cock and feel you at the end of me.”
I groan at the thought of being inside her again. She might kill us both tonight.
“We should eat,” I say. “I could cook.”
She moves beside me and gently pushes me to my back. “After this,” she says, as she straddles me. “I just can’t get enough of you. I’m addicted to your cock.”
I chuckle. “There are worse vices.”
“Really?”
“As far as I’m concerned there are.”
Inexplicably, I’m hardening again. She shifts and rubs her folds against my cock, bringing me further back to life. Suddenly, I regain my senses and I hook my fingers around her waist and lift her slightly as she positions herself over me.
She tips her head back with a gasp as I nuzzle at her entrance, like she’s been waiting months for this, even though it’s only been a few minutes. I pull her onto me in one swift movement and she chokes out my name.
“That’s what you wanted, right?” I ask her. “To sit on my cock? To have me deep like that?”
“You’re always so deep.”
“That’s right. Because you’re mine. From now on, I’m the only one that ever gets to fuck you.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“No. Of course you don’t.” I slam into her again, pushing my hips up to meet her with a sharp thrust. My hands around her waist push her down and I’m as deep as I can get.
I’m not sure if the sex between us is so good because we’re in love. But it’s always been good. Maybe we’ve always been in love. Maybe our bodies always understood what our minds couldn’t for a while—that we’d found the person that brings out the best in us, in every way.
I thrust up again and the movements of her breasts are hypnotizing. Her mouth falls open, and her ripe lips, which such a short time ago surrounded my cock, are still wet. She’s delicious.
I want to feel our bodies pressed together. I want to be able to look into her eyes when she comes again. I flip her to her back and crawl over her.
“I can’t wait to fuck you for the rest of our lives,” I say.
“I can’t wait for our lives together.” She pushes my hair away from my face, like she’s uncovering me.
Maybe she did.
Our bodies move like they understand each other now. I don’t know if I can ever stop fucking this woman. I’m going to have to abandon my business and just accept that I’m going to spend the rest of my life in bed with the woman underneath me.
“Is it deep enough?” I ask.
“So deep,” she says.
“Like this?” I reach down between our bodies and put a hand over her lower stomach and then slam into her.
She screams. “Ben!”
The vibrations of her sounds travel through my body, making every cell stand to attention. I want her to also want to be in bed for the rest of our lives, right alongside me.
Her gaze stays on mine, and I know in that moment that she wants me as much as I want her. I’m no longer on this island alone. She’s built a bridge and is right here. With me. Forever.