The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, causing my body to jerk in pleasure.
“Fuck,” I moan.
Ava doesn’t stop, taking me in deeper until my body stiffens, and I warn her gently I’m going to come so she can take me out.
But she doesn’t.
She continues to take me deep in her throat as the sensation tears through me, and I spill into her mouth, my eyes closing as a grunt follows.
My heart is beating at a rapid rate, and I’m barely able to focus, seeing stars and slightly dizzy. With my hand resting against the door, I try to control my breathing as Ava slides back up.
“Are you okay?” She grins, licking her lips like the naughty girl she is. “You look somewhat disorientated.”
Lacing my hand around her neck, I bring her in for a deep kiss. The taste of her tongue is sweet, and I get off on knowing she’s swallowed without me even demanding it.
“You’re perfect.”
She places her hands on my chest with a small laugh. “What makes me perfect? The deep-throating or the fact that I swallowed without you asking?”
I’m unable to hide the smile on my face, staring into her eyes with a need to strip her naked and do whatever possible to her body.
“Both, all of it. You, your sexy body. You’re driving me crazy, Ava Edwards.”
Her eyes fall upon my cock, noticing it's hard again.
“As much as I’d love to take you in my mouth again, unfortunately, I have to go home because mama’s breasts are on the verge of exploding,” she informs me while tracing her fingers down my abs. “But, if you’re willing to come home with me, I’m sure we can find something to do later. You did say the birthday girl gets what she wants, right?”
I press my mouth on hers and pull back with a grin. “The birthday girl is awfully demanding today, but I’m not complaining. Give me a few minutes to get changed, and I’ll come with you.”
“That’s the plan.” She winks.
“Well, well, well.” Eric welcomes us with a knowing smile. “If it isn’t, Daddy and Mommy, all happy-looking. Rejuvenated, if anything. Like something came over them.”
Nikki lowers her head with a smirk. “Thirty years I’ve known you, Eric, and you still manage to surprise me.”
“How was the afternoon?” Eric questions, examining the both of us a little too closely.
“Good. I went to the office, ate cake, and opened gifts,” Ava casually mentions. “I even drank some champagne. Albeit, small but still nice.”
“Uh-huh,” Eric drags, his stare penetrating. “And then you ran into Austin?”
“Actually, she came to visit me, and I was just hopping out of the shower, you know, wearing a towel because that’s what you do when you get out of the shower.”
Ava’s eyes widen as Eric throws his hand to his neck, then purposely swallows hard.
“Well, I see it’s getting quite warm in here, Dr. Carter. A towel, you said?” Eric begins to fan himself, and I’m enjoying messing with him. “I need to take a seat.”
“I’m glad you had a nice afternoon,” Nikki says, ignoring Eric's dramatic panting on the sofa. “Emmy is well fed and resting. As for us, we need to leave because we have an important dinner downtown.”
Eric raises his brows in concern. “We do?”
Nikki forces a smile, and I sense her desire to leave us alone, which I welcome. “Yes, Mr. Kennedy. The meeting with Jane.”
“Jane, who?”
“Oh, for the love of God, Eric.” Nikki throws her hands up in the air. “Let these two get some alone time because you can cut the sexual tension with a god damn chain saw.”
Eric and Nikki grab their things, wishing Ava happy birthday until Nikki leans into Ava, “Back door, honey. If the front is closed for repairs, take him all in the back.”