Crave Her Curves

“So, when we head back home, I wanted to know if you’d like to live in my country home or my penthouse apartment, or back in our old neighborhood?”

“You have a country home and a penthouse apartment as well?” I’m shocked.

Mitch chuckles. “I think I forgot to tell you. I’m wealthy. Worth a couple of million. We can move around and live wherever you want.”

I take a bite of my chicken, feeling a little nervous.

He’s rich?

“Erm, I don’t know.”

“Well, as much as I’d like to stay here forever, I want to put your touch on my other places. I think you’ll like them.”

Does this mean he wants me to be part of his life?

My heart skips a beat. Mitch is always surprising me.

“I … I’m a little confused right now.”

He doesn’t speak, simply takes the bowl of food from my hands and places both bowls on the coffee table.

My heart is pounding. I’m so scared and panicked and also a little excited, especially when he goes on one knee.

“Ava, I don’t want our time to come to an end in this cabin. I also don’t want you to think I’m hiding you away as some kind of secret. Far from it.” He reaches out, stroking some hair behind my ear.

Biting my lip, I watch him, hungry for more of his touch. For more of him. I don’t want him to stop, so when he takes my lips, I cup his face, kissing him back.

“Ava, I want you to come and live with me. To be part of my life and I want to give you the world. College, whatever else your heart desires. I’ll cook for you as well.”

It’s not an admission of love, but it is something, and I can handle all the rest. Pressing my lips against his, I kiss him hard, sliding my tongue across his mouth how he’s showed me. During my time here, Mitch has shown me a great deal, from how to kiss, to exploring his body.

He draws me down onto the rug beside the fireplace. It’s too hot to have a fire, but one day we may do it in the colder months. Mitch strips out of his clothes, and I help him by ridding my body of my own until we’re both completely naked.

This is different. He kisses his way down my body, lavishing attention on each breast before moving between my spread legs. His cock finds my entrance and slides in deep. He doesn’t go fast.

Locking our fingers together, he takes his time, slowly, inch by inch, working his length within me, making sure I can take all of him before he pulls out, and then proceeds to slide back inside me.

Each time, he goes deeper and deeper. His cock is branding me, but I have never felt closer to him than I do in this very second.

It’s consuming.

It’s needy.

It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

When he growls my name against my flesh, it makes me feel so alive, so loved. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and he continues to give. Before he finds his own release, he makes sure I find mine, coming all over his length before he picks up speed, working himself inside me, until I feel the pulse and spill of his cum.

This isn’t cold, hard fucking.

Mitch has just made love to me.

It is the first time we’ve done it so passionately, and now I don’t know if he loves me, or if he’s just showing me what he wants.

Chapter Six

Mitch

Ava hates the penthouse apartment, but she’s making it work, especially because on the rarest of the rare occasions, I’ve had to go into my office. Now that we’ve come away from the cabin, and she actually gets to see my life, she’s a little … perplexed.

She tries to hide it in her sweet smiles, but when she thinks no one is looking, I see the fear in her eyes. She doesn’t know what to do. If she thinks for a single moment I’m not looking or paying attention to her, she is so wrong.

I’ve wanted this woman for so long, and the month we’ve spent at the cabin is just the start of forever. Ava still thinks she’s going back to her father, as I’ve not told her yet that I’m never giving her back.

My only wish right now is to tell her the truth of how I feel.

I’m getting tired of her worrying for no good reason.

Like right now, I know there are a couple of receptionists in my building who want to fuck me and find any excuse to see me in person. Each time they arrive, Ava gets even quieter and seems to sink down even more into the sofa. She’s not reading one of her favorite authors though, no, she’s spending her time reading several different college applications. There are so many places she can choose from.