8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Sam

"Can you believe we're doing this?" Ava's voice is tinged with wonder, her fingers squeezing mine gently. My private jet coasted along the runway as we made our way home.

After Ava had agreed to come to Miami with me, we decided to give it one more day before we told Lydia and Tyler our plans. To say they were shocked would be an understatement. They sensed something going on between us, but neither of them had been prepared for the bomb we dropped on them.

However, when Ava told them she was moving to Miami to be with me, they were astounded, but also supportive. Lydia knows the struggles that Ava has gone through with her breakup, and she's being an incredible friend to her. And Ava has always supported me, so I never expected anything different from her.

"I... I don't think it's fully sunk in yet." My words come out in a breathy laugh, disbelief still lacing my tone despite the incredible sensation of her skin against mine.

"What will it be like?" she asks, all giddy.

"My penthouse is on the top floor of my downtown Miami building. We will have access to anything you will ever need. While I'm at work, you can work, shop, or do anything you want. I meant it when I said that I would take care of you. If you don't want to work, you can quit your job," I tell her.

I don't want this woman to worry about anything other than being happy. And, pleasing me.

Ava stared out the window. "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't work."

"I can think of some things to keep you busy," I said, winking.

She giggled, which was quickly becoming the best sound in the world to me.

Once we landed, I had my driver meet us on the tarmac. Ava seemed to be in a constant state of excitement as we departed the plane and headed to the black SUV.

"I can't believe this is real life," she mused as we loaded into the fully loaded vehicle.

"I told you, I have a lot of money, and I will give you the world you deserve," I reminded her.

As the vehicle began to drive, I took Ava's hand in mine. She turned to face me. "Sam, I don't need money to be happy. I just need real love and a genuine connection. Someone I can trust."

Squeezing her hand, I offered her the support that she needed. "We have an undeniable connection. And I know that you can trust me. This is your new life now; just enjoy it."

She smiled and sat back, relaxing through the drive. Ava's eyes were glued to Miami as we drove. She raved about the lavish vehicles, colorful buildings, and eccentric shops showcasing the heart of Miami.

Finally, we pulled up to my building, and my driver, Roger, helped us out of the SUV. Ava's face showed pure disbelief as she stared at the large structure.

"This is where you live?" she exclaimed.

"Yes, wait until you see the inside," I said, winking.

The doorman let us in, and then we loaded onto the private elevator that would take us up to my penthouse. Our luggage would be brought up through the back service entrance later.

When the doors opened, Ava walked into my home, and all she could do was smile in wonderment. I had paid an interior designer to decorate the house, and while it was cozy in certain aspects, it was missing a personal touch. Maybe Ava could add that much-needed love.

The black leather furniture in the sunken living room sat around a large television set. Beautiful paintings of the colorful Miami skyline were housed on my white walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in light that made the space feel larger than it really was.

My office was to the right and had an incredible view of the ocean.

"I have a few things to do, but I want you to make this place your home. Explore the rooms. If you want to go shopping or do anything, just let me know," I tell her.

Ava smiles as she moves toward me. "This is more than I ever dreamed. Your life is like something out of a novel," she sighs.

"Don't let the luxury fool you. I may have a lot of things, but my life was pretty lonely... until you came along," I admitted.

"Well, I'm glad we don't have to be lonely anymore. I think I'm going to walk around and then take a nap. I'm exhausted." A yawn escapes, and I can't help but crash my lips against her sweet-tasting ones.

What I want to do right now is take her into my room and lick every inch of her. However, I know she's tired from traveling, and I have about a million emails to respond to.

As I walk into my office, I find myself chuckling as I can still hear Ava's oohs and aws as she makes her way through her new home.

"Hey, what are you up to?" Ava's voice, ever sweet, broke through my concentration as she leaned over the back of the couch, her brown hair brushing my cheek.

"I'm taking Friday off work and want to spend the day with you," I explained.

I never took time off work. My business and money were my passion, but now that I have Ava, I realize I need to put those things second and her first.

"Really?" The delight in her eyes mirrored my enthusiasm, her petite frame settling next to me on the couch. "Like what?"

I thought about all of the places I wanted to show Ava. I called one of my clients with a large yacht and arranged a day for Ava and me to spend the day on the water.

"It's a surprise," I told her.

"Really?"

I could see desire building in her eyes. I still had calls to make and emails to check, but for the first time in my life, those things could wait. I wanted a new start in life, and I was staring at that chance right now.

Ava.

She was the dream I had wished for, and now that I had her, I needed to prove to her and myself that I could do this: love someone and allow myself to enjoy life outside of work.

I leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips. I felt my body heat as my passion grew to smoldering levels.

"Yes, but right now, I want to ravish that sexy body of yours," I said, deepening the kiss.

Ava moaned, and I almost couldn't hold myself back. "I think I would like that," she sighed.

Moving to stand, I bent down and scooped Ava into my arms. While I wasn't a large woman, I worked out. Ava was also light as a feather and felt amazing in my arms.

She giggled as I began to carry her down the long hallway that led to my bedroom. When we entered the room, I smiled. Having Ava in my home felt right but knowing she would sleep in my bed was even more euphoric. While I had hooked up with dozens of women, none had ever stayed in my bedroom. I had fucked them and then sent them home. But that wouldn't be the case with Ava. She was going to be my forever.

The gray walls of my bedroom seemed light as the fading golden sunlight filtered through the windows facing the ocean. My four-poster oak bed stood proudly against the far wall, and a large dresser stood near the corner. The master bathroom was to my left, and I had spent a lot of time and money remodeling it when I first bought my penthouse two years ago. It was all black and white marble with a shower that could hold ten people, a black standing tub, and a double vanity. While I didn't care much about interior design, I did like warm colors and clean, sleek looks. I felt like my penthouse was the epitome of that.

Placing Ava on my bed, she crawled back as I climbed on top of her. Biting her lip, I could see how turned on she was. Her arousal filled the air, and it was magical.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked, hovering above her.

Nodding, Ava smiled at me. Her smile could light up the entire world.

While we had hooked up at Lydia's apartment, we hadn't made love yet. I needed our first night together to be unforgettable. As badly as I wanted to ravage her body, I also knew that I needed to take my time so that I could show her just how much I wanted her.

As we began to kiss, my hands began to slowly massage her breasts. She wiggled underneath me, her breathing becoming heavy.

"You like that?" I asked, sliding the straps of her thin shirt down.

"Yes," she breathed.

My lips crashed against hers, kissing passionately as my hands continued to touch and feel her body. She helped me remove her bra, and once her breasts were free, I made my descent down her neck to those lovely tits I needed so badly to taste.

As I sucked on one, I palmed the other with my hand. Ava's hands ran through my short hair, and it felt fucking amazing. It was painful trying to keep my movements slow. She was sexy as hell, and I needed her more than anything I'd ever desired before.

"That feels so good, baby," Ava moaned.

That was just about my undoing.

"I haven't even started yet," I said in a deep voice.

My hand slipped up her thigh, and as I began pulling off her shorts and panties, Ava raised her hips, helping me as I slid off the fabric. Once her bare pussy was free, I licked my lips.

Everything about this woman was beautiful, and I couldn't wait to taste her all night.

Ava looked down as my mouth began to hover above her sweet pussy. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth formed an ‘O.' "I've never had a woman go down on me," she whispered.

"I know, beautiful," I said, admiring her pussy. There was already a light coating of wetness glistening on her skin from her arousal. "I am going to be the first and last woman to eat this sweet pussy," I swore.

Ava's mouth fell open as she released a heavy breath. She was ready for me, and we both knew it. It didn't matter that she had never been with a woman before me. I would prove to her that I was worth it.

"I'm so glad it's you," she purred.

Smiling, I inhaled her sweet, cinnamon scent as I placed my lips on her pussy and began to devour her. Fuck me, hers was the sweetest I had ever tasted. My tongue moved inside of her, licking and fucking her as I took her in.

My hands went to her ass, pulling her closer. She was irresistible, and I couldn't seem to get enough.

"Damn, you taste so good," I said, taking a moment to admire her again.

Ava's hands were still massaging me, but as my mouth parted from her pussy, she huffed and pushed my face back into her again. I almost laughed. She liked me going down on her as much as I was enjoying it.

"This feels incredible; don't stop," she pleaded, falling back onto the bed.

I would gladly do this all night if that's what she wanted. Pushing my tongue back inside of her, my mouth sucked and licked every inch of her pussy. She bucked her hips, moaning and yelling out my name each time she reached an orgasm. I didn't think I would ever get tired of hearing her scream my name. It was a glorious sound.

Those plump ass cheeks felt good in my hands as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. She came over and over again; each time, her breathing grew heavier, and her hands pulled at my hair. It was painful but the best kind imaginable.

I could sense she was growing tired as her orgasms took all of her energy. Taking two fingers, I began fucking her as I continued licking and sucking on her bud. The combination was driving her wild, and as she screamed out my name one last time, she fell back on the bed, her legs limp around me.

As badly as I wanted to keep eating her out, I knew she needed a break. Wiping her juices off my face, I smiled as I crawled to lay next to her.

Naked and on full display for me, Ava looked like a fucking goddess. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and it was unbelievable she was all mine.

Turning to face me, Ava offered a lazy smile. "That was beyond incredible. No one has ever satisfied me like that," she sighed.

"And no one ever will," I said, moving and kissing her. I wanted her to taste how sweet she was. Running her hand through my hair, Ava looked at me lovingly. I knew that I was in love with her, and something about how she looked at me told me that she could possibly love me, too.

We fell asleep soon after making love, and I spent the entire night dreaming about Ava's body and the sound of her moans.