Avita entered the complex with mixed feelings, greeting her neighbors halfheartedly as she made her way to Block B, where her apartment was located.
Patrick's car hadn't come yet, which was understandable given that she had spoken with him earlier when she got to the airport and he was still on the road and on his way back.
The flat had not been cleaned in a long time, so Avita began cleaning, which distracted her from what Lucilla had said to her.
Avita was already in a good mood when Patrick returned home, and the two who hadn't seen each other in a few days embraced each other firmly as if they meant it.
Patrick kissed the forehead of his girlfriend, whom he had meticulously pursued for several months before they began dating, and said, "I will wash up first, then we can have some pizza."
Avita responded with a shy smile and a nod of her head.
Patrick whistled as he walked to the restroom, and Avita couldn't help but cast a passionate glance at the man she'd been with for almost two years.
Hearing the sound of the shower from her bedroom, Avita licked her lips and bit the corner of her bottom lip for about a minute while she considered something.
Her eyes brightened, and she tossed the apron aside, striding confidently to the bedroom.
Patrick was in the washroom, cleaning his bronze-tanned skin to remove any sweat that had gathered over the long drive. He was rather tall, with a well-proportioned figure.
He enjoys working out, and his body is an asset that Avita, his girlfriend, adores. He understood why ladies would abandon a wealthy man in favor of a man with a good and hot figure. He had fought hard to get his bae, and there was no way he was going to stop now and lose her.
As he scrubbed his body, the bathroom door unexpectedly opened, and he came to a halt while turning his head to see this nefarious intruder.
And when he saw her, the fire he had been trying to put out for days flared up again.
Avita was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She couldn't be classified as a beautiful woman, yet she exudes a lovely charm that drives him insane.
Men would not dare to stop her while wearing those glasses and dressed in baggy clothes, but as a person and man who had pinned down that same person repeatedly over the past two years, he knew how deadly and deceiving looks can be.
"Babe, what are you doing?" he asked, his Apple's Adam bobbling.
Avita smiled at her lover and, without answering his inquiry, removed her spectacles, which scarcely affected her vision, and carefully placed them on a hanger designed exclusively for glasses.
“Avi…You_”
"I am feeling a little sticky and thought of saving the water bill by sharing with you!" Avita cut him off, “Don't tell me you want to get rid of me?"
She inquired as she removed the one-piece garment off her body, showing the physique that he can't quit desiring after even after having it repeatedly.
He didn't need to ask twice because he could tell she was serious about business and his proud crotch was already itching for some action.
As a guy, he just walked a few steps out of the shower area and drew the expecting lady back in.
Avita allowed herself to be drawn closer to this manly physique packed with testosterone that she adores.
She stood on her tiptoes, her arms around his neck, and took that mouth with her own.
Patrick didn't let her down and returned the favor with intensity, leaving her breathless with each passing second.
Standing beneath the shower, with the water streaming down the two naked bodies, only the sounds of the water falling to the floor and the kissing filled the room.
She lifted her hazy brown eyes, which were filled with hunger and need, showing the only person who was currently in her sight and split slightly from him, leaving a sliver of saliva thread.
Patrick waited as Avita kissed his lips seductively, as she often did.
He knew what was coming, and as a guy, he relished it.
He was watching her as she slipped down onto the floor of the shower area and knelt on her knees. He closed his eyes as that small lips and hands catered to his every need.
He was always weak in oral, and given how good and amazing his girlfriend was, it didn't take long before he forced her to swallow every single load down her throat.
He should have been embarrassed as a man to be released early, but that was never the case with him. If any man had Avita's services, no one would be laughing at him.
He would have thought she was dirty if he hadn't been the one who stole her chastity and was also her first boyfriend because she was so excellent at it.
But it was he who had tainted her mind, and he was to blame for everything. He didn't feel bad about it since he knew and believed completely in himself that she would never leave him and that he was the only man who could ever please her.
Hours later, the two were entangled as a maroon sheet covered half of their bodies.
Patrick was doing what he did best: massaging his bae's waist, which had worked so hard and was now being rewarded.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asked as he massaged.
"Umm, I am doing fine," Avita exclaimed, appreciating the attention she was receiving from her guy, “just keep going!"
Hearing the response, he chuckled and continued with the massage.
“You know that I love you, right?”
Avita leaned closer to her man and replied, "Yes, I know, and I love you, too."
"My feelings for you will never fade. I understand that things aren't going well right now, but I vow to provide you with a better future. Just trust me!" Patrick said to Avita in a firm tone, his hands remaining on her body.
Avita did not answer, instead she kissed the man on the chest before closing her eyes.
Patrick chuckled after receiving the response, ‘Don’t worry darling. I will never subject you to pain!’