Erotic acts are instinctive; they fulfil a role in nature. The idea is familiar, but it is one that contains a paradox: there is nothing more natural than sexual desire; there is nothing less natural than the forms in which it is manifest and satisf...
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"You have obnoxious money," Avery smirked as she walked side by side with Omar through the first house of the tour she could tell he really liked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Omar laughed making Avery do the same as she playfully nudged his arm.
"It means you have the kind of money that can buy a place like this without even blinking and even though you're not buying you'd spend top dollar instead of compromising," Avery replied, gesturing towards the spacious living room with high ceilings and elegant decor.
"I'm not calling you out, it's just an observation." She added.
Omar chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "I guess I do have a taste for the finer things," he admitted, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as his eyes traced over Avery's body.
"How do you feel about this house?" Omar's realtor asked, the heel of his shoes clicking against the tiled floor of the kitchen as he walked towards them.
"I think this might be the one." Omar said, his eyes still fixed on Avery. "It's perfect," he added, finally tearing his gaze away from her to look around the room.
Avery couldn't help but notice the way Omar's eyes lingered on her, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. She cleared her throat, trying to hide her flustered reaction.
The realtor nodded, a smile forming on his face. "I had a feeling you'd like this one. It's a gem," he said, leading them to explore more of the house.
As they walked, Omar placed his hand on the small of Avery's back, leaning down so he could speak into her ear.
"I was sold as soon as I thought about fucking you on that table in the entryway of the house," Omar whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down Avery's spine.
Avery's heart raced at Omar's bold statement, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a tinge of nervousness. She shot him a playful glare, trying to maintain her composure despite the heat rising to her cheeks.
"Smooth," she replied in a low voice, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she subtly leaned into his touch. The thrill of the forbidden mingled with the thrill of the moment, creating a heady concoction that made her pulse quicken.
Omar grinned, his eyes sparkling with desire as they continued to explore the house, their playful conversation adding a layer of tension to the air between them. Avery couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards him, a dangerous attraction that only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
"Although you have your own house, I expect to have you here as much as possible." Omar said as he squeezed Avery's hand, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.
Avery raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, do you now?" she teased, enjoying the banter between them.
Omar chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You seem to fit in quite nicely here," he replied, a hint of sincerity underlying his words.
