Saturday Night/Post Date
Aven’s POV
I can’t believe how that date went.
I told him I loved him and I meant it.
He said it back and I’m pretty sure he meant it too!
I’m so happy I could burst.
More than that, I long for him intimately.
I need to show him how much I love him.
I don’t want to fuck him.
I want him to make sweet passionate love to me.
Just as I finish that thought, we pull into the driveway.
Without a word, he parks, leans over and kisses me hard and then gets out.
He makes his way to my door to help me out.
He gently but almost greedily and hungrily leads me inside.
Once there, he guides me backward until I hit the door.
At this point, he pins me against the door with his hips and has his arms over my head on the door behind me.
He kisses me hard and deeply.
He moves his hands from the door to my face and our kisses get more greedy and feverish.
I part his lips with mine and our tongues meet, in bliss.
He tastes so sweet.
He always tastes so sweet.
I’ve got my arms wrapped around his neck to give me leverage and in one swift move he picks me up without our lips ever leaving each other’s.
I wrap my legs around his waist and I feel myself getting wet as well as him growing harder.
He’s holding me in a massive hug as he works his way from my mouth to my chest and back again, leaving love bites in his wake.
He carries me to his room and sets me gently on the edge of the bed.
He slowly strips off his shirt exposing his tight and tanned torso underneath.
For the first time, I catch myself relishing in his near naked beauty.
I reach out and caress his chest and abdomen as he hovers above me.
I coax him backward a bit so we can stand up straight and he hikes my dress up and over my head and drops it on the floor.
I watch his eyes go from loving and careful to dark and sexy in that split second it took for my dress to go from his hands to the floor.
I can tell he’s as starved for this as I am.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I take off his belt and shimmy down his pants.
Seeing his member under his boxers hard and fully grown makes my stomach tighten and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.
He steps out of his pants and slowly crawls over the top of me until I’m propped on my elbows leaning back.
He starts to gently kiss and caress me from head to toe, lingering on my navel.
He leaves love bites as he continues to explore my body with his mouth.
He stops at my panties to slide them off and drop them to my floor with my dress.
He begins kissing between my thighs and when it’s almost too much to bear he kisses my sweet spot looking up at me smiling.
I take this slight pause as an invite to take his boxers off.
I push him away slightly with my foot on his shoulder and sit up.
I slide his boxers down to his feet and with his member exposed, I begin to stroke it firmly and leave kisses on his navel and chest.
Moving back up to his mouth, we kiss once more before he lays me down gently on my back.
After putting a condom on, he climbs on top of me and enters me slowly, carefully; almost as if he’s scared he’s going to hurt me.
My heart is filled with love for him.
His thrusts are gentle and deep.
I can feel the love and passion he has for me with each breath and moan coming from his mouth.
I let out a deep moan when he kisses my neck.
That on top of watching all of his muscles move on top makes me want him that much harder.
“Baby, let me?” I say as I rake my fingernails down his back.
Breathing heavily he moves so I can be on top.
He’s already flushed and when I lower myself onto him, he lets out the sort of moan you only think is possible in your wildest dreams.
With his head thrown back in absolute ecstasy, and eyes closed, he begs me to go faster.
Ashton’s POV
“Baby, please, faster.” I whimper as she bends down to kiss my collar bones.
She bites and sucks on my chest, leaving her love marks painted across my body.
My body has turned into her canvas and I couldn’t be happier.
I grasp needily at her hips and lower her down until I’m as deep as possible causing her to whimper and her legs to shake with pleasure.
I can feel her getting weaker with every thrust.
I sit up to nibble on her breast and now that she’s sitting in my lap, I expertly remove her bra and let it fall to the floor.
I moan when I take in how absolutely perfect she is.
I’ve got one arm wrapped around her controlling the motions.
My other hand and mouth are exploring what’s left of her body to explore.
I can tell I’m pleasing her by how she starts to tremble under my touch.
Her hands are enlaced in my hair and she tugs gently as she throws her head back, moving her hips to the rhythm of mine.
“Ashton, I’m close.” She says shakily.
I hold her as tightly as possible with my head buried in her shoulder as we both succumb to our release.
Sweating, breathing heavily, and weak from pleasure; we look at each other bewildered.
She grasps my face in her hands and kisses me softly, repeatedly.
Whispering “I love you” between each sweet kiss.
“I love you more than anything Aven.”
We stay in our embrace for a few more minutes before showering and heading back to bed.
She’s laying in the crook of my arm wearing only one of my old band tee shirts and I swear I’ve never seen anything more alluring in my entire life.
She traces the grooves in my chest and abdomen as I rub circles on her shoulder.
“Tonight has been the first time in almost a year that I have been truly happy. Thank you for sharing this with me, Ash. I love you.” She says with a small yawn.
I pull her into a tight hug against my chest, kiss her forehead and whisper quietly, “Love, this is the first of many happy nights to come. I love you. Sweet dreams, Aven.”
She was already fast asleep.
I kiss her one last time on the top of her head and let me dreams envelope me.
