She laughed. “Oh yes.”
“I promise I’ll live up to the fantasy in your mind.”
With a roll of her eyes, Ava brought her hands to loosen my tie. “If you’re not careful, we won’t be able to fit that big head of yours in this room.”
“I know where another big head of mine fits snug and tight,” I mused.
Her eyes flew up to mine. “You’re an insufferable egomaniac.”
“Don’t lie. You know you and your pussy love my filthy mouth.
“Someone is suffering from delusions of grandeur,” she protested.
Dropping my voice into an incredibly husky tone, I said, “Admit it. My big head felt really good in your tight, wet pussy.”
From the desire that flared in Ava’s eyes, both my words and tone mesmerized and turned her on.
“I suppose it did,” she answered as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“Ha, you suppose.” I dipped my head to where my breath tickled against her earlobe. “You and I both know how good you liked it. Your pussy had my cock in a death vise.”
After unbuckling and sliding off my belt, Ava put the ends together and cracked it. “You should be spanked for the way you’re talking to me.”
White-hot lust crackled in the air between us. “Hmm, baby, do you like a little S&M?”
“Maybe.”
“Have you ever been to a sex club?”
She rolled her eyes. “What do you think?”
I grinned. “We just met. For all I know, you could be an absolute freak in the sheets.”
“I hate to disappoint you, but no.”
With a shake of my head, I countered, “After that dirty fuck against the wall, I don’t believe you.”
“Maybe I just need someone to coax that side of me out,” she suggested.
“Fuck yes. I volunteer as tribute.”
Ava giggled. “What about you?”
“What about me?” I asked as she slid my pants off my ass.
“Do you really get off with whips and chains?”
“No. I like the sensory aspects.” At her questioning look, I replied, “I like restraints and blindfolds.”
“For you or your partner?”
“My partner.”
“You’ve never been tied up?”
“I don’t give up control,” I pronounced adamantly.
“Ooh, Mr. Kavanaugh, I like a challenge when I hear one.”