EroticReverie

Lark Avery

Javier is gone for most of the day, but not without calling every thirty minutes to check in on me. It's kind of overkill for most people, but I love it. I've missed it. Knowing that someone cares as much as he does. 

I had no idea when I was in New York, that he'd had people watching me, or that Olivia my too good to be true roomate, was actually also planted into my life by Javier to keep tabs on me. So when contact with Javier dwindled down, trying to give me the space he thought I wanted or needed, I'd just been more lost, and more upset. That the one person who'd ever truly cared for me, had lost interest in being a part of my life. To find out that he'd been getting 24/7 feedback from the guards that watched over me, and from Olivia, maybe I should be angry, and maybe a small part of me is. Maybe it's toxic, but knowing that he never really stopped caring, and went to such lengths to still watch over me and protect me, only made me love him more. 

It's a little after five pm, when I'm in the kitchen, working alone, trying my damndest to make his favorite meal. It's his grandmothers recipe for tamales, that his main chef would cook for him at least once a week. Javier once told me that nobody makes it like his grandmother, and he was right. Because she visited twice while I was living with Javier, and she'd made it for him, plus several other things, and I have to admit, hers tasted better than the one the chef made. I know mine will be a one out of ten compared to hers, but after confessing my love to the man, he had me wanting to be a house wife. Okay, so he had always had me wanting to be a house wife to him. But now, I actually got to be one. I got to return the favor of taking care of him without his girlfriend side eyeing me or muttering under her breath in Spanish whenever I did something for him. Because...now...I'm his girlffriend. That thought puts a big fucking smile on my face, as I look at the ridiculous plate of tamales. They're all varying zies, and messy, and definitely not anywhere near what he's used to. But i'd make them every damn day if I had to, to get it right. 

"What are you doing pajarito?" Javier asks, his voice making me lift my head. He's standing there with a small smirk, and a cocked head as he looks at me from across the kitchen. Little bird, in Spanish, is what he just called me. 

"Are you making me tamales?" he asks , and the way HE says tamales, is far sexier than when I say it, or anyone else for that matter.  He walks over, his suit jacket already off, and he unbuttons the cuffs on his long sleeved shirt and he looks at me, standing there. The dirty counter, and dirty mixing bowl, and utensils. 

"They probably taste like garbage" I say, suddenly feeling silly for having tried at all to make him his favorite meal. He smiles, rolling up his sleeves and then reaches out, grabbing my hand. 

"Come here" he says and I sigh as I let him pull me towards him as I look at the mess I've made and the sad display of tamales. 

"We should probably just throw them out, they probably taste like-"

My head is turned by his hands, to make me look at him and then his mouth is on mine. Kissing me hard and making me push up onto my toes, my hands lifting to his forearms as he holds my face, and angles it, parting my mouth with his tongue and I moan into his mouth. 

"I've missed you, so much" he exhales and kisses me again, his tongue moving back into my mouth, my tongue pushing over his as he drops his hands and grabs my ass in the jean shorts I'm wearing, my arms lifting up around him as he lifts me off the floor, my legs wrapping around him. 

"i missed you too" I say, knowing we both dont just mean today while he was gone, but the two years I'd been in New York. 

"You've always been too sweet for me Little Bird" he says and carries me away from the counter, out of the kitchen. 

"The food will get cold." I breathe and he grins. "And sweet? You tell me all the time im sassy, and mean" I tell him , he laughs and brings me into the large living area. He gives a single look to one of the maids dusting across the room. He speaks to her in Spanish, she gives a single nod and smiles with a little blush and nervous bow of her head as she turns and leaves, and then Javier drops me onto the couch gently and dips down, kissing me.

"You ARE sassy, you were a pretty little pain in the ass, but always..sweet...with a good heart...so fucking sweet , Little Bird." he says as he grabs the buttons of my shorts and undoes them. I bite my lip as I look up at him. 

"And the food can wait.....because im about to spoil my dinner, by feating on you instead" he says as he tugs my shorts down, and I lift my ass, letting him pull them off. 

"There are people here...someone could walk in..." I breathe as he smirks and grabs my panties. 

"And i'll pluck their eyes from their skulls if they lay eyes on you Lark Avery" he says as my panties are pulled from my feet and my legs fall open, his eyes dropping down.

"That's a bit extreme" I say. Knowing he's not serious. At least...I don't think he is. 

"Is it? Is it extreme for me to not want to share the sight of your beautiful pussy with anyone else?" he asks, as his wrist turns, palm up and his fingers glide upward over my pussy and then back down and his middle finger pushes into me and he groans as I gasp. 

"Javier" I whimper. 

"shhhh" he grins. "I dont want them hearing that sweet voice of yours either." 

"then take me upstairs" I whine. 

"No...I've waited four years to have you wherever I want you, whenever I want you." he groans and slides a second finger into me. 

"Are you sore from last night and this morning?" he asks. 

Was I sore? Maybe a little. He'd be gentle, careful with me when making love to me, but his thickness was alot for my body to adjust to, I wasnt sore really, but could definitely feel the ache he'd left inside of me. 

"just a tiny bit" I answer and he hums and gently fingers me, hovering over me, leaning down kissing me and he groans against my lips. 

"Is it okay for me to make love to you, or do you just want my fingers , love?" he whispers and I whimper. 

"Shhh" he whispers on my lips and it doesnt help, being shushed when this man is so fucking beautiful and touching me, curling his fingers inside of me, asking me for permission to have his dick inside of me again. 

"you can make love to me whenever you want Javier" I answer and he groans, his mouth pushing hard to mine and his fingers slide out of me, and then he kisses me once more and then leans back up, removing his belt, unzipping his pants and I gasp, as if I hadnt seen his dick multiple times already. 

"Did it get bigger?" I say, thinking about loud and he laughs with a groan.

"Stop being cute Lark" he groans and I look up at him. 

"I'm...serious...it looks bigger" I say and he groans, then leans down and I moan as the tip of his cock presses against me. 

"You tell me then...if it FEELS any bigger" he groans , and slowly sinks into me.