The Personal Shopper

I grab his tie and pull him to me again. Then I kiss my way up his neck and across his jaw.

Parker moans and then tries to stop me again. “Ava...I just want to make sure-.”

I cut him off with my lips. Then I pull back slightly and look up at him. “I want this Parker.”

He looks back down at me for a second then mumbles. “Fuck.” Then his hands are everywhere. In my hair, up and down my waist, squeezing my ass. God. I love his hands.

I go to undo his buttons again and he stops me. Again. “Parker!” I whine.

He just lets out a small laugh. “We will. Just not here in the kitchen. If I’m going to do this, I am going to do it right.”

I can’t help the smile that comes onto my face. I just smirk back at Parker. “Maybe I like it in the kitchen.”

“Ava.” His voice is stern and commanding. It makes chills run down my arms.

I run my finger along the kitchen island and smile back at him. “Or, you know, maybe the couch, or the window sill, or against the living room wall.”

Parker grabs my wrist and pulls me back against him. He leans down close to my face and grits through his teeth. “Stop being a little brat.” His lips trail down my neck. Then in one swoop his arm came down under my ass and lifted me up to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, and his lips came crashing to mine. Without ever separating, he carries us over to my room.

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Parker

Ava’s back is pressed against her bedroom door while I continue to kiss her. I still can’t believe this is happening. Her fingers are threaded through my hair, scraping against my scalp. It feels so good. Why did I ever try to resist her?

You know how sometimes you are worried how something will turn out, but then when everything actually works exactly how you wanted it to? That’s this. Right here. It feels so right being with her. Like anyone I was ever with before was a huge mistake. Every time she makes those little moaning sounds in the back of her throat, I feel invincible. How am I the lucky bastard who gets to hear those magical noises?

I swear I feel like a teenager again. I could just make out with Ava against this wall forever. With all of my past girlfriends, we didn’t really kiss much. It usually just led to sex right away, but with Ava I could stay right here forever. Well, I could until she started pressing her hips forward and rubbing up against me. Jesus that feels good.

Ava pushes against my chest with her hand and drops her legs to the floor. She smiles up at me so seductively. She starts running her fingers up and down my chest. “So, can I take off your clothes now?”

I swallow hard. My mouth turns dry. I don’t know why I am so nervous all of a sudden. I’ve never been nervous about sex before, but I guess before never involved a naked Ava.

She looks up at me confused that I didn’t respond. “You’re overthinking this.” She reaches down and undoes my pants button and zipper. “Here let me help.” Then her fingers are down my pants and wrapped around my cock. I groan out. Any hesitation is now out the door. I need her. I need her now.

I reach around her and pull the zipper down on her dress. I push the straps off her shoulders and she pulls her hand out of my pants so the straps fall completely off. The dress pools at her feet. I look down at her and my already hard dick gets even harder. The way that black lace cups her breasts. Wait. What?

“How did you…?”

Ava just smiles back at me and bites her lip. “I have a key to your place, remember?”

She must’ve snuck into my apartment while we were all waiting for the car to arrive. I look back down at her and my mouth actually waters. “You wore this for me? A little presumptuous don’t you think?” I smirk at her.

She just gives me a smirk right back. “I don’t know. Maybe it was for Jeff.”

I just breathe out a laugh like that’s ridiculous. “You little brat. It wasn’t for Jeff.” I smile at her and then bite my lip as I scan down her body again.

“How do you know?” She asks.

I look back up in her eyes. “Because you don’t give Jeff your Ava smile. You only give it to me.” As if on cue, she gives me one of the best Ava smiles I’ve ever seen. I didn’t even know smiles could be this sexy.

I reach down and grab her waist again, and I just look at her for a moment. Then she clears her throat. “So um...are you going to fuck me now?”

“Jesus Ava.” I lower my head and kiss my way from her collarbone to her cleavage. I need this thing off. “I need this thing off.”

Ava just laughs and helps me undo the multiple latches on the back. They sure make this thing difficult to get off for how sexy it makes her. Is this some kind of tortue device or something?

Finally, we get the last one undone, and it falls to the floor. Ava is standing in front of me in nothing but her black lacy thong. “Fuck.”