Her Touch

38

I CALLED GRANDPA and explained the situation, making him rush to pick us up. He also helped me carry Ava up the stairs and into our room, but had to leave soon after, because he had something to do.
As soon as he closed the bedroom door behind him, Ava pulled me by my arms, making me fall on top of her, "I need you," she slurred, as she slipped her hand into my cleavage.
"Ava..."
"No, don't say anything," she pushed me down on the bed and straddled my lap. Trying to tug my top over my head, I ended up helping to save her the trouble.
"Are you happy now?" She shook her head and traced her fingertips on top of my cleavage.
"Aren't they mine?" She looked into my eyes with furrowed brows.
"What are yours?" She pouted and raised my bra up, so that my breasts popped out.
"These, they're mine," she then proceeded to poke my nipples with the tips of her index fingers.
"Ava..."
"Everyone was looking at them, they're not supposed to be looking at what's mine," she complained, before sloppily latching her lips around one.
"Fuck," I swore unexpectedly. She always managed to surprise my senses. Her skirt then hiked up, her centre rubbing against my thighs. The thinness of her underwear allowed her wetness to seep through, so I felt just how wet she was.
"Olivia was eyeing you all night, I didn't like it, but I know she likes you," she cupped my other breast and squeezed, making a gasp escape my lips.
"It was the alcohol talking, don't fuss yourself over that," she released my nipple and leaned her face closer to mine.
"You liked it, didn't you? You wanted to fuck her?" She grinded harder against my thigh.
"Babe, of course not," she shook her head.
"Fuck," she groaned, as her hands gripped my shoulders, her centre then making friction with my knee, "you're supposed to only get naked for me," she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. It seemed as though the thought aroused her, in some possessive, erotic way.
"I'm yours." I whispered, "they can look at me all night, but only you can fuck me when the night ends."
"You're mine," she mumbled, her eyes piercing into mine, "mine."
"Yes, yours."
* * *
I UNDRESSED AND tucked her in, not bothering to put on her pyjamas, since she seemed to like sleeping in the nude anyway. Pulling her hair away from her face, I watched, as she slowly dozed off. I took the chance to take a shower, and wash away all of the stickiness from our heated moment together. We'd started having sex much more often, and I felt a little bit relieved to have some time away from all the sweat and lust that managed to trap both of us in a breathtaking frenzy.
I got dressed and headed downstairs to prepare something for her to eat, knowing that she would have likely woken up with a bad hangover and an empty stomach.
Heading back into the room, a plate with a sandwich in one hand and a glass of water in the other, I rested them down on top of my desk and grabbed the bottle of painkillers off of my dresser.
Taking out two of the pills, I picked up the glass of water and placed the two items on the nightstand next to the bed.
I then took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, as her chest slowly heaved, while she laid on her side. I wondered if I could ever muster up enough strength to leave her side. She's my home. I then understood the actual definition of a person's home. It's the place where you belong, where love exceeds no boundaries and moments are shared in happiness. Ava was indeed my home. She was the sweetest woman I had ever met, possessive too, but that wasn't a problem for me. I actually liked her claiming me hers. It made me truly believe that she really did care and love me.
I sighed, a small smile forming on my lips, as she ever so often stirred in her sleep, "come closer," I almost didn't hear her. I moved my feet onto the bed and crawled to her side, where I wrapped my arm around her waist. She then turned and nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck, slipping one of her legs in between my two, so that we were wrapped up, "thank you for taking care of me," again, her voice was as gentle as the drop of a pin. She pressed her body even closer to mine, as though trying to absorb as much of my body's warmth into hers.
"Go back to sleep, I'm right here," she let out a heavy breath and not another word. I smiled, as she fell back asleep in my arms, her breathing fanning my chest, sending a flow of ease to run through my nerves, making me fall into a peaceful sleep as well.
* * *
WAKING UP, I checked the time on my wrist watch and saw that it was 8:00 in the morning, which meant that I slept for almost sixteen hours. That was a new record in my book.
I stretched my limbs and yawned, before noticing the empty space beside me. I sat up and rubbed my eyes with the pads of my thumbs. Looking at the nightstand, the pills and the glass of water were missing, including the sandwich that I had left on my desk. I smiled and got up, wondering where the beauty might be.
I then peeked into the bathroom and saw that she wasn't there. Walking out of my room and down the stairs, I saw the glass door to the backyard open and heard Ava's voice.
As I neared, her voice became more distinct and it seemed as though she was on a phone call. I walked outside and my reasoning was confirmed. She was indeed on the phone with someone, and it seemed to be an important call from the tone of her voice and speech.
I waited for the call to end, while dipping my feet into the water of the pool. She then came up behind me and did the same, before letting out a sigh.
"Are you okay?" I asked, looking at her face that held a precious smile.
"My head's hurting like a bitch, but I'll be okay."
"The call?" She intertwined our fingers and pressed her lips together, "I got an interview with a private school in New York," I was obviously surprised.
"You did?" Her fingers tighten around mine.
"Yeah, but it's just an interview," she spoke softly, making me shake my head.
"Just an interview, my ass, I'm so proud of you," I placed a kiss upon her cheek, making a grin form on her face.
"I didn't think I would even be considered," she explained, making me nudge her shoulder, "I applied a few months ago," she added.
"I think it's great," I gave her the encouragement that she needed and got up, also pulling her up with me, "when's the interview?"
"They said anytime this month would be fine, they don't need a replacement until the beginning of the year."
"Why is that?" I questioned, curiously.
"The teacher I will be replacing is resigning to teach at a college instead," she let out a deep breath and pulled me into her.
"Are you happy?" I asked, as she wrapped her arms around my torso.
"Yes, very much so."
"You'll nail the interview," I assured, as we slowly parted our embrace.
"I hope so," she pulled me into the house, "we slept for a while, didn't we?" I nodded and headed over to the fridge, her following me, since our fingers were still intertwined and neither of us seemed to want to let go.
"You know, if you do get that job," I grabbed a bottle of water and closed the fridge, "we can be together in New York."
"Aren't you going to Princeton, babe? You shouldn't be so far away from..."
"Will you let me continue?" I interrupted her and she nodded, "I did get accepted into Columbia, and with a scholarship as well."
"Is that what you want?" I leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"Columbia is great, and my mom will be elated."
"I think there's a reason you never considered Columbia to begin with," I rolled my eyes.
"That's because I would have had to live with her and her future husband. I came here to get away from them, and I wasn't going to go back."
"So you're not going to live with her?" She softly asked, making me shake my head.
"Of course not, I'm planning on sharing an apartment with you, dummy," I grinned and winked at her.
"That does sound nice," she sank her teeth into her bottom lip in excitement.
"I'll pick up back my job as a freelance editor, so that I'll be able to make rent."
"Freelance editor?" She questioned with furrowed brows.
"Yes, I did it for a little bit, but stopped after I moved here. I might have gotten a bit lazy," she lightly shoved my shoulder, "it pays good though, so we can get a decent enough apartment to grow old together."
"You really think ahead of time, don't you? By the way, I'm not growing old with you in an apartment, we better get a condo or a house, else things will get ugly," I snickered and rolled my eyes.
"Okay," she kissed my forehead and chuckled.
"And maybe when you graduate college, we'll think about those kids that you desperately want."
"I'm not desperate," she arched her brow, "oh, shut up," I grumbled, making her smash her lips against mine, which made me almost stumble backward from the impact.
"I love you, and I can't wait for our future together," she whispered against my lips.
"I love you too."