Ava's hands on my skin felt incredible. The drag of her nails was shredding the last of my sanity. Her throaty sounds wound their way into my ears and around my brain.

I knew she was Trouble (with a capital T) the moment we collided in that elementary school gym, but goddamn!

Ava's low giggle chimed when I sniffed the glistening seam of her sex, which had my dick jumping in my waistband.

Her pussy tasted like raw honeysuckle. So, I pushed my tongue along the swell of her lips to enjoy the way that made her shiver against my face.

"Noah!" Ava calling my name like she was pleading for her life spurred me on.

Concentrating on the nub of her clit, I shoved two fingers inside her that time and curled them as if trying to coax her body off the bed.

Ava arched her back in response, crying out my name again and again (along with a few expletives that ended in non-specific sounds) while I kept up my assault.

"Come on, baby!" I grunted, working her clenching sex and using her gushing juices to keep my relentless pace. She was right on the edge of another climax and panting my name like she was begging me to push her over the edge of bliss. "Come for me! I want to hear it again!"

"Oh, fuck!" Ava screamed over the wet snap of my hand pumping her insanely tight pussy. "Yes! Yes! Noah!"

I leaned over to suck on her swollen bud, hard, and send her careening into another body-shaking orgasm.

Ava's thighs trembled against my cheeks, leaking the juices of her second mind-altering climax directly into my waiting mouth.

I zealously lapped up every last drop of her silky essence, prolonging her quivering aftershocks and ruined sighs as long as possible.   

Fuck it was so easy to make her come I could get addicted to it!

Ava responded so effortlessly to my touch that we just did whatever came naturally. She was raw and she was real in every moment, and it turned me inside out with the need for more.

The sounds she made were so obscenely sexy, I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming all over myself.

Her hourglass figure and creamy skin and her mass of wild tawny curls made her look like the coy model of a classic painting. A flawless muse to inspire the filthiest of fantasies.

"What are you waiting for?" Ava panted. Her slender arm was slung over her eyes so she couldn't see me ogling the jiggle of her gorgeous tits. "Pants off, Sergeant!"

An involuntary chuckle escaped my lungs.

She lifted her elbow and shot me a curious look. I was still rock-hard and ready to go but laughing like a goddamn loon at her adorable impudence.

"What's so funny?" She asked, pushing her dainty foot into the meat of my pectoral.

I closed my hands around her toes and pressed my thumbs into her arch, making her writhe once more under my touch.

Fuck even her feet were sexy! So small and so soft and so enthrallingly shaped that I could've sworn I was developing a foot fetish. 

Ava's hazy eyes rolled into the back of her skull as she released another groan to throttle my furious cock.  

"You, Ava," I admitted. "You're funny, and you're smart, and you're sexy, and I can't figure out where the hell you came from." 

"Montana," she half-mumbled and half-moaned as I expanded my impromptu foot massage.

"Montana, huh?" I chuckled softly. "Do you ride horses?"

"No-oh, god!" Ava arched her back off the mattress to whimper, teasing me with the alluring roll of her sizable breasts. "That's amazing, Noah!"

I'd never seen such a perfect pair of tits on a woman. So round and pert and heavy with the most tempting raspberry-pink nipples just begging to be sucked.  

Then there was the way she said my name, gathering her supple lips to draw out the vowels when she was in the height of ecstasy. I couldn't help but imagine what her saucy little mouth would look like going down on me.

I would've asked more questions about Montana, but I was clear out of brain cells after that. And the more I worked on Ava's tired feet the less she was capable of speech, which was just fine by me.

My dick ached something awful from all the excitement, and it was going to stay that way. If I took my pants off there's no telling what kind of naked shenanigans we'd get up to.

It felt safer to leave that obstacle intact for the time being.

So, I watched Ava melt into her mattress while I kneaded her tiny feet in concentric circles and enjoyed my unfettered view. 

Her beauty became otherworldly, relaxing her features into one of those Disney Princesses Mickie was obsessed with.

With those huge blue eyes and dewy features swathed in unruly chestnut locks, she reminded me of the bookish young woman that got stuck in the tower with a beast. I'm pretty sure her name meant beauty in French, which was certainly befitting of Ava.

She was the kind of gorgeous that made other women secretly jealous. Ava's natural grace and untamed splendor were both a blessing and her curse.

When she was breathing peacefully, I covered Ava in a blanket and hunted up my shirt.

It wasn't hard to find because she kept her place neat as a pin, either that or she truly embraced the minimalist aesthetic.

There wasn't so much as a scrap of dirty laundry visible in the poky apartment Ava rented from Mrs. Wallace.

I couldn't even find a picture frame to speak of or even a set of books on the faux wood shelves built into the wall.

A single spotless mug and dish sat on the compact drying rack inside her half-sink, and an underwhelming flatscreen TV looked to be the only things that weren't built-in to the bare-bones apartment. There was also a pair of well-worn neon orange running shoes right next to the front door.

The storm raging outside made the narrow space feel extra cozy.

Like a lot of folks, however, it seemed Ava left her lights on all the time.

I never figured that habit out, but Ma and Hope did it too. It used to drive me up the wall. Mostly because I spend half my day following them around the house turning out lights.

Since I couldn't hunt up a scrap of paper, I used one of the slightly damp business cards out of my wallet. It felt like kind of a dick move to leave a note after our flashbang encounter, but Ma and Mickie would be wondering about me soon.

Sure, I was a grown adult, but sneaking into my own home was going to raise more than a few unwanted questions from my family.

My mother knew I'd be home late because I called her from Bill's house, however, midnight was pushing it.

I got dressed and went out to my truck to grab something to write with. leaving a note in crayon on her dinette table was better than no note at all.

Then, I turned out Ava's lights and locked her door from the inside before seeing myself out.

I wanted to stay the night. Actually, I wanted to strip myself naked, wake up Ava and go to town on her gorgeous body until sunup, but I didn't have any condoms with me.

Even more than that, I wanted the chance to get to know her. Maybe even ask her out on a date of some kind.