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9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Sam

The next day, I took Ava out on a million-dollar yacht. To say she was surprised would be an understatement. I knew Ava didn't care about my money, but she deserved to be spoiled.

We ate sushi and fresh fruit while drinking champagne, sitting on the top deck as the large yacht sailed through the Miami waters. We watched as beautiful homes littered the landscape. Maybe one day we could have a house like that—possibly even a dog.

Once our afternoon on the water ended, we headed back to the dock, where we thanked the captain and departed the boat. We watched the sun set over the water before heading away from the dock. Taking Ava's hand, I led her toward the parking lot, where my driver was waiting for us.

"I don't want this night to end," Ava said.

"Then let's keep it going," I said.

Ava gave me a new sense of life. She made me want to be spontaneous and stay out later than I ever had. I wanted to show her the city and spend every waking moment with her.

Stepping out into the crisp night air, the city's pulse seemed to beat in rhythm with our intertwined fingers. "There's a neighborhood nearby," I said to Ava, my voice laced with a hint of excitement. "It's like the heart of our community here in Miami."

"Lead the way," she replied, her eyes reflecting the same eagerness that thrummed through me.

We ventured toward the enclave, where each step felt like a page turned into a living history book. The sidewalks were canvases splashed with vibrant murals that spoke of love, resilience, and pride. It was as if the streets whispered stories of those who had walked before us.

"See that?" I gestured toward a mural of a rainbow phoenix rising from ashes. "That's more than art. It symbolizes our rebirth, our continuous fight for existence and acceptance."

Ava's grip on my hand tightened, her gaze lingering on the colors that seemed to dance under the streetlights. "It's beautiful," she murmured, tracing the lines of the painting with her free hand as if to commit it to memory.

"No, you are beautiful," I stated.

Ava turned and smiled. "You are like a gift. I've never had someone make me feel so special."

"You are special." I knew what I was about to say could possibly scare her away, but I couldn't hold back any longer. Some people wait their entire lives to find real love. I had found mine within days and knew what I felt was real.

"I'm in love with you, Ava," I declared.

Standing in front of a beautiful painting that symbolized everything about me, Ava smiled widely. "Is it crazy that I love you, too?" she asked.

Hearing her say those words had my heart leaping out of my chest. Without thinking, I picked her up, kissing her with such heat I thought we might create a fire, and spun her around. I didn't care if other people were around and watching us. This incredible woman loved me, and I was the happiest woman in the world.

"Are we crazy?" she asked against my lips.

"Maybe, but I don't care. I fucking love you, and you love me. That's all that matters," I told her.

And that was the damn truth. Love and fate had brought us together and love was what would keep us going.

Later the next day, Ava and I were enjoying our evening. I had gone into my office for a few hours while Ava unpacked and completed one of her graphic design jobs for a new client she had.

I loved that her job allowed her to live and travel anywhere. I traveled frequently for business and wanted Ava by my side. Knowing that was possible was a great feeling.

The sizzle of garlic hitting the hot pan was a familiar comfort. Ava and I were shoulder to shoulder in our tiny kitchen, a ballet of two as we navigated around each other. She hummed that indie tune she loved, her brown hair bouncing with every movement. Her petite frame allowed her to whirl gracefully between counter and stove, while my taller, more robust form took up the steadier tasks – chopping vegetables and stirring pots.

"Pass me the pepper, would you?" Ava asked, without looking up from the chicken breasts she was seasoning. Her voice was sweet and melodic, even in such a mundane request.

"Here you go," I replied, handing her the pepper mill. Our fingers brushed briefly, sending a spark through me that I hoped wasn't just static electricity.

As I watched her cook, something in the way she moved – a certain tilt of her head, made me feel like I was finally home.

She prepared the meal, and as we filled our plates, we moved to sit at my kitchen table facing the large windows that overlooked the ocean.

"This is delicious," I said, savoring the tasty stir fry.

"Thank you. I enjoy cooking," she said through a bite of chicken and rice.

"I have a private chef who usually comes and cooks for me in the evenings," I said. Ava's smile faded a little, and I felt awful. "I can fire him if you want."

Shaking her head, Ava almost choked. "No, don't fire your chef. What if I cooked a few nights a week, and he could do the other nights," she suggested.

"That sounds amazing. You are so thoughtful," I admired.

Ava could have told me to fire my chef, and I would have, but she didn't want someone to lose their job. That was just another quality she held that made me love her. She was a genuine and caring person.

"I just don't want to change your life," she said.

"That's where you don't get it. I want to change my life. I want everything in my world to revolve around you. Already, I feel myself changing. Work isn't my top priority any longer. I wake up thinking of you and only you."

"I feel the same way, but we still have to keep pieces of ourselves that we had before we became us," she said, waving her hands between us.

"I agree." I leaned across the table and kissed her, tasting the garlic from the chicken and the sweet alcohol of the champagne. I could feel myself growing aroused and wanting to rip all her clothes off, but I knew I needed to be sweet and loving right now.

After dinner, we cleaned the kitchen and made our way to the living room. Ava had talked about wanting to watch some reality housewives show. I had never watched a full episode but had seen reels on TikTok that had me laughing out loud, so I agreed to watch with her. Ava turned on the show and nestled against me as we got comfortable. She had changed into a silky sheer nightgown I had purchased for her. Well, I didn't go out and buy it, but I had my personal shopper send over some lingerie from one of my kinky collections. Oh yeah, not only do I design and sell sex toys, but we also have a very sexy lingerie line, too.

As the show played, I couldn't help it as my hands began to roam over her body. At first, Ava didn't move as I cupped one breast and gently massaged it. Her breathing was light as she allowed me to explore her, which was my favorite thing to do.

"You are making this very difficult," she giggled as a commercial began to play.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, pretending I had no clue what she was alluding to. My mouth trailed kisses down her neck as I slid the nightgown over her head. Ava was naked in front of me now, and I knew I needed to have her.

"You said we could watch television," she huffed playfully.

"You can watch while I enjoy tasting you," I said, taking her nipple in my mouth.

Moaning, Ava let her head fall back. Her silky hair fell around her face. This caused me to suck harder on her nipple. One hand slid down to her pussy, and she was hot and wet for me. She might play like she wants to watch television, but she is ready for me.

"Well, that's not fair. I need to enjoy this," she pouted.

One finger slipped inside of her drenched pussy as I crashed my mouth against hers. Ava didn't even try to fight it. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I began to pump in and out of her. I loved the feeling of being inside of this woman. She was tight and hot, and it turned me on.

"Oh, Sam," she screamed as I added a third finger inside of her.

"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need me to do to you," I ordered her.

Ava's eyes went wide as her first orgasm washed over her. I felt her walls clench around my fingers, and her juices coated my hand.

"I want you to fuck me," Ava yelled, her arms tightening around me.

Hearing her talk dirty turned me on. Dropping to my knees, I pushed Ava onto the couch, so she was on her back. My lips found her pussy, and I began kissing and licking at her juices. "You like this?" I asked, my tongue pushing inside of her.

"Yes, don't stop," she cried out.

I didn't plan to stop pleasing this woman. As I continued to suck and nibble on her clit, Ava screamed out my name, her walls crashing all around me. Fuck, this woman was amazing, and nothing could ever compare to moments like these.

The gentle rise and fall of Ava's chest against mine became the metronome of my racing thoughts. I felt her breath, warm and steady, as she eased back to look me in the eyes. The Miami night wrapped around us like a velvet curtain, intimate and expectant. After an hour of sex, we had forgotten all about the show. Exhausted and satisfied, we finally crashed into bed.

Ava lay in my arms, her fingers tracing patterns on my forearm, each touch anchoring me further into the now. I held my breath, not daring to interrupt this moment of revelation.

"I want this, Sam. I want us. Forever," she declared, her voice gaining strength. "I might stumble, and I'll probably need time to trust fully, but—I'm in. If you're willing to take this chance with me."

The world seemed to pause, hanging on the precipice of her words. A swell of emotion rose within me—a cocktail of joy, relief, and awe at her courage.

"More than anything, Ava," I whispered, my resolve mirroring hers. "There's nothing I want more than to be with you, to navigate whatever comes our way together."

Her smile bloomed then, radiant and genuine, lifting the shadows from her face. She reached up, threading her fingers through my black hair, tugging me closer until our foreheads touched.

Our embrace tightened, the physical manifestation of our mutual pledge. Ava's petite frame fit perfectly against mine, as if she was meant to be there all along. We were two souls, scarred yet hopeful, committed to mending and growing side by side.

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