Ava's PoV
As we shared a passionate kiss, I felt his hands unzipping my dress. I looked into his eyes, filled with desire, as he let out a heavy breath. His gaze made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty. But instead of replying, he kissed me deeply, igniting a fire within me. He lifted me and sat me on his lap, causing my heart to race with anticipation.
I felt his lips trail from my mouth down to my chest, sending shivers down my spine. With each touch, he removed a piece of clothing, revealing more of my skin to him. I mirrored his movements, exploring his body with equal fervor.
But when I reached his chest, I felt a hardness pressing against my flower, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. The sensation was unfamiliar but exhilarating, making me let out a low gasp.
I was taken aback when he unveiled his massive, throbbing d**k. It was not just big, it was enormous. I couldn't help but gasp in astonishment before my gaze involuntarily fell on it. The sight of it made my mouth go dry.
Instinctively, I reached out and touched it, eliciting a primal moan from him. His reaction spurred me on further, and I grasped his colossal length with both hands, feeling its heat and hardness under my touch.
"Ah... a little faster Ava" he groaned, his voice thick with desire, as I explored every inch of his impressive size. The sensation of it in my hands made my own body respond, and I could feel my core getting wet with anticipation. But it's so huge...
"Will it fit inside me?" I couldn't help but ask, my voice filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. In response, he firmly gripped my waist, pressing my dripping flower against his rock-hard length.
"Ugh! Ezra..hngh" I moaned at the sensation of our bodies connecting, the size of him stretching me in the most delicious way possible. It felt so incredibly good but it hurt a bit, the fullness, the intensity of being filled by him.
"Fuck, Ava," he groaned, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed my waist against him, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over me.
"Ugh... Ezra wait! Hnnghh.."
I couldn't help but moan in response, feeling the intensity of our connection growing harder and faster with each passing moment.
He grabbed my chest with a firm grip, his touch made me feel on fire. His tongue traced a path across my skin, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses and marks in its wake. As he thrust into me harder, I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain that drove me wild.
"Ava... you're driving me crazy," he groaned, his voice filled with desire as he ravaged my body.
I couldn't help but smile at his words as my heart raced with excitement. "Yeah, but don't be too rough on me... it's my first time," I confessed.
His movements stilled as he processed my words, his eyes widening in surprise. "Your... first time?" he asked, his tone filled with a mix of astonishment and concern.
I nodded shyly, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. I could feel his arousal growing as he realized the significance of the moment.
"Hnng!" I can't help but moan.
"So that's why you're so sensitive," he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly across my skin as he leaned in to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. I kissed him back eagerly, meeting his intensity with my desire.
I felt his hardness pressing against me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. Every touch, every caress, ignited a fire within me that I never knew existed. As he moved inside me, I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me, a feeling of complete and utter bliss that I never wanted to end.
If only I could stop time in this moment, I would. I wanted to savor every second, every sensation, every touch of his body against mine. This was a moment I would never forget, a moment that would forever be etched in my mind because this might be the first and last s*x with him.
As our bodies moved in unison, the room filled with the sound of our ragged breaths and the echo of our shared passion. The intensity of our desire reached a peak, driving us towards a release that we both craved.
In that moment, with him holding me close and our bodies entwined, I knew that there was no turning back. As my eyelids grew heavy, I could feel the weight of exhaustion pulling me into a deep slumber. But before succumbing to sleep, I was enveloped in a warm embrace that sent a bittersweet sensation coursing through my body.
"Go to sleep now, Ava," he whispered softly. In that fleeting moment, a glimmer of joy flickered in my heart, knowing that I had experienced something truly special with him. Yet, I couldn't ignore the reality that this encounter might change our relationship, perhaps even end the friendship we cherished.
Despite the uncertainty, I couldn't bring myself to regret what had happened. It was a moment of pure bliss, the happiest I had ever felt in my life. Being touched by him, the man I love, being intimately connected, had left me with a profound sense of happiness. But deep down, I knew that this happiness was tinged with sadness, for I longed for him to be not just my first, but also my last. However, that desire seemed impossible to fulfill, as his heart belonged to someone else.
.....
When I opened my eyes, a throbbing headache greeted me, signaling a hangover from the previous night. Slowly, I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself. But as I was about to sit on the toilet, flashes of the events from last night flooded my mind.
"F***!!! I messed up for real!" I exclaimed, staring at my reflection in the mirror, hoping it was all just a dream. However, the visible hickeys on my body served as a painful reminder that it was all too real. I had slept with my best friend, my crush!
In a panic, I reached for my phone to see if he had messaged me. To my relief, there was a message from him. With trembling hands, I opened it and let out a sigh of relief.
"I took care of you and changed your clothes. I hope you're not offended. You ended up vomiting in the car, so I had it cleaned at the car wash. Stay home and rest. Don't overthink things. We'll always be best friends," his message read.
Mixed emotions swirled within me as I read his words. I was grateful that we were still friends, but deep down, I couldn't help but feel conflicted. I knew we were just friends, but the intimate encounter had blurred the lines.
"Friends shouldn't know each other's tastes," I muttered to myself, realizing the complexity of our situation. I quickly took a shower before Chloe barged into the room and saw me like this.
The warm water cascading over me provided a temporary respite from the whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for our friendship and if things would ever be the same again. But for now, all I could do was try to process the events of the night before and find solace in the fact that our friendship remained intact, even if things had become undeniably complicated. Hayss, I don't know anymore, it's better to talk the things out with him later. For now, I'll just focus on my swollen flower.
To be continued...