The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm hue over Ava's room, illuminating the curves of her body as she stood before me. Her big, round breasts and generous ass were barely contained in her lacy lingerie, making my dick twitch with anticipation.
"You look absolutely stunning," I said, my voice husky with desire. I took a step towards her, my hands reaching out to cup her breasts. Her nipples hardened beneath my touch, I could see the desire in her eyes.
"I want you, Matt," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want you to make me yours."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I pulled her close, my lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths. I could feel her heart racing against mine and I knew she was just as turned on as I was.
I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck and over her collarbone. I could feel her pulse quicken beneath my lips, and I smiled. I loved how responsive she was to my touch.
My hands found the clasp of her bra, as I undid it with ease. Her breasts spilled out, I took a moment to admire them. They were perfect, just the right size for my hands. I cupped them, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back in pleasure.
I bent down, my lips closing over one of her nipples. I sucked and teased it, my tongue flicking over the hardened peak. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. I could feel her body trembling beneath my touch.
I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her body begging for more. I could feel my dick straining against my pants, desperate to be inside her.
I pulled away, my hands moving to the waistband of her panties. I tugged them down, my eyes feasting on the sight of her glistening pussy. She was so wet, so ready for me.
I knelt down, my lips brushing against her inner thigh. I could feel her body trembling with anticipation. I moved closer to her pussy, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She moaned, her hands tangling in my hair.
I lapped at her pussy, my tongue dipping inside her. She tasted sweet and tangy and I couldn't get enough. I could feel her body trembling as i slipped a finger inside her, my thumb finding her clit.
I stood up, my hands moving to my pants. I undid them, my dick springing free. She looked at it, her eyes wide with desire. I moved towards her, my dick brushing against her wet pussy. She gasped, her body arching towards me.
I pushed inside her, my dick sliding in easily. At this moment I felt no pain from my injuries as I enjoyed the rooms atmosphere . She was so wet, so tight. I groaned, my body trembling with pleasure. I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers. She moaned, her body moving in time with mine.
I could feel my orgasm building, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I reached between her, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it, my hips moving faster. She cried out as
we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies tangled together. I could feel her heart racing.
"That was amazing," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"You're amazing," I replied, my lips brushing against hers.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined. I could feel my dick twitching inside her and I knew I wanted more. I pulled out, my dick slipping out of her wet pussy.
"Turn around," I said, my voice hoarse with desire.
She turned around, her ass facing me. I moved behind her, my hands gripping her hips. I pushed inside her, my dick sliding in easily. She moaned, her body arching towards me.
I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers. I could feel her body trembling, I reached around her, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it, my hips moving faster. She cried out, her body shuddering as she came. I followed her, my dick pulsing inside her.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies tangled together. I could feel her heart racing, I knew she was just as satisfied as I was.
"I wonder how lucky I am to have you," I whispered .
"I'm yours," she replied, her voice barely audible.
And I knew she meant it. We were meant to be together, our bodies entwined as we lay there, I knew I had found my perfect match.
I pulled Ava close, wrapping my arms around her waist as we settled into the comfort of her bed. The exhaustion of the day's events, combined with the intimacy we'd shared, soon caught up with us. As the tension in our bodies dissipated, we let go of the world outside and drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined, our breathing synchronized.
In the stillness of the night, with Ava's gentle rise and fall of her chest against mine, I felt a deep sense of peace and contentment. The world outside receded and all that mattered was the warmth of her body against mine, the gentle rhythm of her breathing, the feeling of being wrapped in each other's arms.
As we slept, our bodies recharged, our minds stilled and our hearts beat as one, wrapped in the tranquility of the night.
The alarm clock blared to life, as I groggily opened my eyes to the sound of birds chirping outside. Ava was still fast asleep, her gentle breathing a soothing melody. I carefully extricated myself from the bed, trying not to disturb her.
As I stood up, I pulled the bed sheets up to her shoulders, tucking her in snugly. I gazed down at her peaceful face, feeling a surge of affection. She looked so serene, so beautiful, in the morning light.
I headed into the bathroom, the cool tiles a welcome respite from the warmth of the bed. I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as I stepped under the refreshing spray. The water cascaded down my body, washing away the remnants of the previous night's exertions. I closed my eyes, letting the water massage my skin, and felt my muscles relax.
I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and revitalized after my shower. I got dressed and headed into the kitchen, my stomach growling with anticipation of a hearty breakfast. As I opened the fridge, I was greeted by a well-stocked array of ingredients.
I began to rummage through the fridge, taking stock of what Ava had on hand. There were eggs, bread, cheese, vegetables, and even some fresh fruits. I started to think about what I could whip up for breakfast. Should I make some scrambled eggs with veggies, or perhaps some toast with avocado and eggs? Or maybe something sweeter, like pancakes or French toast?
As I pondered the options, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and domesticity. Cooking for Ava, taking care of her, it felt like a natural fit. I started to crack eggs into a bowl, deciding on scrambled eggs with spinach and mushrooms. The aroma of cooking food soon filled the kitchen, I couldn't wait to see Ava's face light up when she tasted the breakfast I'd prepared for her.
As the eggs cooked, the aroma wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. I plated the scrambled eggs, adding a sprinkle of chopped herbs and a slice of toasted bread on the side. Just as I was finishing up, I heard Ava's gentle voice behind me.
"Good morning," she said, her voice husky from sleep.
I turned around, smiling and was struck by her beauty. Her hair was tousled, her eyes were still sleepy, but she radiated a warmth and intimacy that made my heart skip a beat.
"Good morning," I replied, walking over to her with the plate of food. "I made breakfast."
Ava's eyes lit up as she took in the spread before her. "It smells amazing," she said, her stomach growling in anticipation.
I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at being able to take care of her. "Let's eat," I said, leading her to the table.
Ava smiled and leaned in to give me a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll be right back, I'm going to take a quick bath first," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, watching as she headed towards the bathroom. The sound of running water soon filled the air and I couldn't help but imagine Ava slipping into the warm bathwater, her skin glistening with droplets of water.
I sat at the table, sipping my coffee and checking my phone for any important messages. The breakfast I had prepared was still warm, I hoped Ava would enjoy it. A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and a fresh smile on her face.
"Ah, that feels so much better," she said, padding over to the table. "Now, let me see what you've made for me."
She sat down, as her eyes widened as she took in the plate of scrambled eggs and toast. "It looks delicious," she said, picking up her fork. "Thank you for cooking for me."
"It's alright," I said as i smiled .
As we sat down to eat, the morning sunlight streaming through the window, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. This was what I wanted, to be with Ava, to take care of her, to share in the simple joys of life together.