A Fresh Start
Chapter Two Hundred Fifty Six
Arianna walks into Company after school. She has a lot more freedom now that she's away from her father and the others, but she doesn't really know what to do with it. Sitting down in a booth, she opens her book bag and pulls out her homework as Marina walks up. "Can I get you something?" She asks, as Arianna looks up.
"No thanks." She says, returning to her work. For a moment, Marina looks at her and then turns to leave.
A couple hours later, she looks at the clock. Realizing the time, she begins packing up her books when she hears her mother's voice. She looks up and stares.
"I've cleaned all the rooms, did the laundry and reorganized the laundry room and storage areas." Debbie says, looking at Buzz.
"Then I guess you can go. There's nothing more for you to do. Get yourself something to eat before you go." Buzz says, as Arianna walks up.
"If you want good food, let her in the kitchen." She says. She glances at her mother and then looks at Buzz. "She's the best cook there is."
"Do you know each other?" Buzz asks, looking at them.
"She my..." Arianna says, before Debbie can answer.
Interrupting her, Debbie says. "I'm her neighbor. I'm afraid she only basing that opinion on some cookies I gave to her a couple days ago."
"Oh. Well, if you want to stay and cook. We can always use the help in the kitchen." Buzz says.
"I can try." Debbie replies.
"Then come on back." Buzz says, walking around the counter.
He turns for the kitchen as Debbie looks at Arianna. She smiles at her before Debbie turns back around and follows Buzz into the kitchen. Arianna stands there for a moment and then turns to leave.
Jeffrey moves the Santa he's just placed on the mantel to his left. "No, J. the other way." Sam says, watching from the couch. He moves it the other way and the steps back to look at it.
"What's the difference?" He asks, looking back over his shoulder.
"It looks better there." Sam says, as he looks back at the Santa and then at her.
"Is that everything?" He asks, turning to her.
"Yes, that's everything for this room." He looks at her and she bursts out laughing. She takes a deep breath and says. "You should see your face."
"Why is that women torture men by doing things like this? Why do you have to decorate for every holiday?"
"Do you know me to decorate for every holiday?" She asks, as he sits down beside her.
"No, I don't, only for the fourth of July and Christmas. You're really not going to decorate every room in this house are you?" He asks, looking at her.
"Maybe." She says, as he looks at her.
"There are four bedrooms upstairs, and our study. Three of those four bedrooms are empty. There are three bathrooms as well, not to mention your office."
"My staff takes care of the office." She says as he sits down beside her. "I'll probably only put something small in each of them. I've been thinking about something." She says, as he looks at her, expecting another conversation about Marah. "You should ask William, Ava and Emma to stay with us Christmas Eve night."
"Why, she's just a few streets away."
"She's your daughter and part of Christmas is coming home for the holidays. This is your home now. I know you and Ava didn't... you didn't raise her but you're her father and this is her home too. So she should come over Christmas Eve and spend the night with us, that includes William and Emma."
"You didn't get to do that after you left home did." He says, reaching for her. She moves over to him and he puts his arm around her. "Your life and his life will be completely different." He says, kissing the side of her head. After a moment, he asks. "Do you want some hot chocolate?"
"Not really. I want to sit here and watch the lights."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired. He's wearing me down." She says, changing positions. Jeffrey lays his hand on her stomach. He feels him moving around. Taking his hand away, he moves to get up. "Where are you going?"
"I'll be right back." He says, walking down the hallway to the study. He comes back with his guitar. "I did this for baby Hope one time." He says, sitting down on the couch. He begins playing softly. Laying her head back, she watches him play. After a few songs, he looks up and smiles. "How's he doing?"
"Actually he's settled down."
"Do you want me to keep playing?" He asks, as she shakes her head no. He puts the guitar down and then reaches for her. She moves over to him, laying her head on his shoulder. "You know what I'm going to do." He says, playing with her hair.
"What."
"I'm going to record some songs onto a CD so that when he's active and you want him to settle down, you can play that CD for him."
"I like that idea." She says, snuggling in closer to him. He wraps his arms around her. Slowly she falls asleep in his arms.
He looks down and smiles, watching her sleep with a soft smile on her lips. In that moment, it strikes him how unpredictable life is. How it can change so quickly in such a short amount of time. Six months before, he believed she was dead. Six months before he was trying to build something with Olivia. He shakes his head at that. And six months before the world thought Richard was dead and that Will was William's son and heir. He was the Prince of San Cristobel and now he's engaged to his daughter, living in Springfield.
And now he knows she's alive. Olivia and him are over. He's with Sam, married and about to be a father again and this time he's going to be there for the whole thing. His daughter is about to become a mother so he's about to become a father and a grandfather at the same time. And until a few months ago, he thought he was an only child. Now he's part of one of Springfield's most prominent families. And while that had it's issues, he's proud to be a Lewis. Turning his head, he kisses her forehead and whispers. "I love you Sam O'Neill." He lays his hand on her stomach. "And I love you, Little O'Neill. I can't say that I'll be the world's greatest dad. I'm going to make mistakes, sometimes they'll be huge mistakes, but I will always love you and your mother, Always."
Sighing, she snuggles in closer to him. He looks down and smiles.
Cassie walks upstairs after finishing getting the boys lunches ready for the morning. Richard is already in bed when she walks in the room. "Are you finished?" He asks, as she nods.
"I'm going to take a quick shower."
"You're tired, why don't you do that in the morning?" He says, as she looks at him. "Come on, come to bed." He says, pulling her covers back.
Sighing, she says. "Let me change."
"Alright." He says, as she walks into their closet. When she comes out, she's wearing one of his shirts. He watches her walk over to the bed. Sitting down on the bed, she lays a folder down on the night table and then turns to stack her pillows so that she would be able to look over the file. Sitting back, he pulls her covers up. She reaches for the file, and he stops. "No work."
"I need..."
"You need to relax and rest." He says, reaching over her to turn her light off.
When he lies back down, she looks at him and then settles back against her pillows. "What's on your mind?" She asks, looking at him.
"Why would you think there's something on my mind?" He asks, turning his light off and then laying back.
"You have been distracted all night. So what are you worried about? Is it the campaign?"
"No, the campaign is going fine. And I'm not worried about Julie either." He says, suspecting that would be her next question.
"So what are you worried about?"
"Marah came to see me today."
"Okay." She pauses for a moment and then asks. "Why would you be worried about that, unless she said something about me and Josh?"
"She didn't say anything about you and Josh but I did encourage her to come and see you."
"So why did she come to see you if it wasn't about Josh? Wait, she's not still interested in Jeffrey, is she?"
"No, this has nothing to do with Jeffrey. We both know that's not even an option for them. I'll start at the beginning. I ran into Marah at the Beacon when I was on my way to meet Kevin and I invited her for a drink while I waited. She was telling me about her plans to start a fashion house here in Springfield and that she had just had a meeting with the head of the loan department at Springfield National."
"She's getting a loan?"
"Well, she applied for one."
"While we were talking, I suggested that she look into securing private investors instead of focusing solely on a loan, but only if the bank turned her down."
"Okay."
"That's why she came to see me. She wanted to know if I had any ideas on where she could look for private investors and I told I did."
"That's great. Reva wants her in town. I know she does."
"Well that's part of the reason I told her that I wanted to fully invest in her idea."
"You're going to fully invest." She rolls to her side. "Richard, I know you get a pension from San Cristobel and you're working and I'm working, but can we afford to do this? That's a lot of money."
"I know it is." He says, turning to her. "But I thought I would use the money from the trust that I set up for you and the kids before the accident."
"That money is gone. I used it to pay off Danny."
"No it's not." Richard says, looking at her.
"What do you mean it's not, of course it is? I gave it to Danny. I gave him a cashier's check to cover the cost of the loan he gave me to pay off your medical bills. That account was cleaned out years ago."
"It's not cleaned out. It has a balance of five million dollars. That more than doubles what I originally put into that trust for you and the kids."
"I don't know how that can be? I gave that money to Danny to pay off the loan he gave me. I had to do it, his associates were demanding payment."
"You took a loan from the mob?"
"I had too. All of your medical bills were coming due and I didn't have the money to cover them and there was no insurance to cover some of it and San Cristobel was still recovering from the earthquake so William couldn't've helped, even if I had asked him."
"Okay, I'm not even going to think about you taking a loan from the mob and what could've happened. The point is that money is still there and it's more than doubled my original balance."
"How do you know this?"
"After we came back from San Cristobel last summer, I setup an appointment with our accountant. I know you didn't have much contact with him after the accident, but I wanted to know what our finances were like."
"I didn't have any contact with him after I gave the money to Danny. There was no need to. And when I found out that my identity had been stolen, I had Jeffrey look into it, instead of him."
"You identity was stolen, how?"
"It goes back to Dinah and Jeffrey." She says, as Richard looks at her. "Apparently after we left San Cristobel, he went to Europe and he got Dinah out of jail and then he set her up to act and look like me. That's what broke us up. Josh discovered the truth and that forced Jeffrey to tell me about that night in San Cristobel when I thought he was you and we... well you know."
"You slept together." He says, looking at her.
"Yes."
"It's over with Cassie."
"Alright, but I still don't understand why the money is there?"
"I don't know but it is. I'll call Fred and ask him to look into it. Back to Marah, with that money it will be more than enough for her to start this fashion house and I'll be a silent partner."
"Richard, you know nothing about fashion."
"That's why I'm a silent partner. She has full control and decisions will be made by her, except that she's insisting that I treat it as a loan and not an investment. She's going to talk with her attorney and have the papers drawn up and then I'll turn them over to our attorney to look at before anything happens."
Sliding over beside him, he lifts his arm. "Before you talk to our attorney, I would find out how that money got back into that account."
"I'll call Fred first thing tomorrow morning. Now maybe we should get some sleep." He says, kissing her forehead.
She closes her eyes and then opens them again. "Wait, why were you nervous about telling about this?"
He takes a moment before he answers her. "I thought maybe it would upset you."
She pulls back to look at him. "Upset me, why?"
"I was concerned about history between you and Marah."
"My history with Marah is about my relationship with Josh. Marah and I have always been close until then. We maybe again, but I would never keep her from succeeding because of a mistake I made."
"I know you wouldn't. I just didn't want to put any more stress on the situation."
She leans in, kissing him. "You're sweet but Marah and I are a separate issue."
"Let's get some sleep. We both have full days tomorrow." He says, as she lays down, rolling to her side. He moves in behind her, laying his arm across her stomach, he gently pulls her back against him.
Arianna has to talk fast to get her foster parents to allow her to walk to school the next morning. She has other plans and letting them drop her off didn't figure into them. She walks into Company shortly before seven thirty. Buzz is at the counter when she walks in. "Good morning, welcome to Company." He says, as she nods. He comes around the bar as she walks over to a booth. "What can I get you?" He asks.
"I'll have a danish and orange juice." She says, looking around the restaurant for her mother.
"Coming right up." He says, turning away. Sitting back, Arianna continues to look around the restaurant waiting for her mother to come in. A few moments later, Buzz returns with the danish and orange juice. "Here you go." He says, sitting it before her.
"Thanks." She says. Buzz turns away but she reaches out to stop him. " Can I ask where the lady is that I saw in here last night?"
"Oh, you mean Debbie. Umm, I believe she's in the boarding house cleaning the guest rooms." Buzz says.
"Oh, okay." Arianna says before Buzz walks away. She slowly eats her danish hoping that her mother would make an appearance before she has to leave. She waits as long as she can but Debbie never appears. Getting up, she takes the check to Buzz and pays for the Danish and juice. She looks around one more time before she walks out of the restaurant. Debbie is standing in a window upstairs, watching as Arianna leaves.
Jeremiah walks into one of the interrogation rooms with an officer. His wrist and legs are shackled. His attorney is sitting at the table. "Could you uncuff him please?" The man asks, as the officer helps Jeremiah into the chair opposite him. "Thank you, now excuse us." The man says. The officer turns to leave, closing the door behind him.
"What am I still doing in here?" Jeremiah demands. "I pay you to take care of these things."
"These aren't minor charges. Everyone is a federal crime with extensive time attached to each of them. If you're convicted."
"We both know I'm..."
"This isn't Georgia. We have no one up here."
"Are you saying you can't get the job done?"
"No, I'm saying that it will take a little more time to procure the necessary information to fix this."
"You're the best at finding dirt on anyone, including my sister."
"I've done numerous checks on your sister. There is nothing there."
"That's because her agency is protecting her. Get inside..."
"I can't infiltrate the NIS."
"You have to find something. If she testifies, our sister will be lost to us."
"I'm doing the best I can. But you have to stop."
"What are you talking about?"
"You can't give orders to have your sister kidnapped."
"I never..."
"I have a copy of the sworn statement given by the man that was sent to do the job." The attorney says, showing him the piece of paper.
"Rhett wouldn't... How did you get that?"
"I have some connections here."
"Get it thrown out!"
"I can't get it thrown out! He's made a deal to testify against you in exchange for immunity." The attorney says. He looks at Jeremiah. "Whatever it is you're planning, don't. It will only add charges and time to your sentence. Just set back and let me work on some things. But you have to behave."
"First, get me out of here and I'll handle the rest."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"I don't pay you to think. I pay you to do what I tell you, or need I remind..."
"You know what, I'm not in Georgia. You can't hold that over my head here. I'll get this taken care of, but after that I'm done." The attorney says, standing up.
"I own you!" Jeremiah says, as the attorney walks towards the door.
"Correction, you owned me, when we were in Georgia. We're not there anymore. And I'm fairly certain that the people here will be much more forgiving of me than of a man that tried to kidnap his pregnant sister." The attorney says, knocking on the door. The officer opens the door. "Thank you and you can take him back to his cell, we're finished." The attorney says, walking out of the room.
The officer walks over to the table. Putting the shackles back on Jeremiah, he leads him from the room. As they walk across the squad room, Jeremiah looks around, trying to find his attorney.
His attorney is standing in Frank's office. He watches as the officer leads Jeremiah back to his cell. "What is that you wanted to see me about Mr...?"
"Donovan Cass, Attorney at Law." He says, turning away from the window. "I represent Mr. Whitmere." He says, sitting down across from Frank.
"Okay, he has been allowed his..."
"That is not why I'm here. Mr. Whitmere's constitutional rights are being observed."
"Then I don't see what the problem is?"
"You have a witness against Mr. Whitmere, a man named Augustus Rhett Rossi." Mr. Cass says, looking at Frank.
"What about him?"
"I have information that he's in danger, or he will be."
"How do you know this?"
"I am Mr. Whitmere's attorney. I know how he works. He knows that Mr. Rossi has offered to testify against him."
"That's your only proof."
"Sir, I've been this mans attorney for more than twenty years now. I know his inclination and moves. He as much threatened Mr. Rossi just now."
"What did he say?"
"He told me to get him out and that he would handle the rest."
"That's all he said."
"It's enough, Chief Cooper. He will attempt to do something to Mr. Rossi, if he's not protected."
"Thank you for your information." Frank says, standing up.
Mr. Cass stands up. "I suggest you take me seriously, Mr. Whitmere will attempt to do something to your witness." Mr. Cass says, following Frank to his door.
Opening the door, Frank walks out. Turning to Mr. Cass, he holds his hand out. "Again, thank you for your information."
"You may think this is a ploy, but I'm telling you he will try something." Mr. Cass says, as Megan walks up. He turns around and stops for a moment. Looking at her, he walks away.
"What was that about?" Frank asks, looking at her.
"That's my brother's attorney." Megan says, looking at him.
"I know who he is? What is he to you?"
"He's nothing to me, except that he's my brother's attorney." Megan says, still looking at him.
"He look like he was afraid of you."
"He knows who I am. It's possible that he may believe I'm involved with my brother's organization."
"Why would he believe that and are you involved?"
"No! Of course not, haven't been involved with them since... well since Sam came home from Russia after leaving Jeffrey. That's doesn't mean that my brother didn't tell him something different."
"Why would your brother lie about your involvement?"
"He thinks that even though we're not active anymore that he still owns us. It's like the mob, you're in it for life, whether you formally declare yourself out of it or not."
Frank looks at her and then says. "Why are you here?"
"What?" Megan says distracted by the conversation they just had.
"I asked why you are here."
"Oh, you wanted to see the tree and I don't have your number so I brought some pictures for you." She says, pulling out an envelope.
"You could've left them at the front desk." Frank says, taking the pictures.
"I know." She says, as he opens the envelope. He stands there flipping through the pictures. When he's about half way through he smiles. "What?" She asks.
"This one, I think I'll put it on my desk." He says, turning it around so she can see.
"No." She says, reaching for it. He pulls it away. "The boys were playing with my camera. It wasn't supposes to be in there." She says, reaching for the picture again.
"Maybe not, but it's the best one in here." He says, walking back into his office.
Megan follows him. "Please, don't put that out." She says, as he puts it in front of his computer.
"What are you afraid of? Maybe that people will see you having a little bit of fun acting silly with your boys. I think it's adorable."
"Come on, I gave you the pictures. That wasn't supposes to be one of them."
"This one is my favorite." He says, leaning towards over his desk. "Why are you afraid to show your silly side?" He asks, watching her.
"I'm not... it's just... it doesn't matter so you can keep it." She says, stepping back. "I brought them to you, so there." She says, turning to go.
"Wait." He says, walking around his desk.
"What!" She demands, as he walks in front of her, stopping her from leaving.
"Back down a little bit. I wanted to ask you out. I've got tickets to Richard Winslow's fundraiser for his mayoral campaign, Wednesday night and I need a date."
"And I'm the only one available, is that it?"
"No, you're the only one I want to take with me. You're sister will probably be there as well."
"Sam."
"Yes, along with Jeffrey and other prominent citizens of Springfield."
"Like who?"
"Umm, probably the Lewis's, there might be some Spaulding's there and probably Dr. Rick Bauer, his ex wife will likely be there as well, both of them actually, Mel and Beth, along with Lillian Raines and possibly Holly. Although I'm not sure her daughter will be there. Blake's recovering from being in a coma for the last couple years."
"Well that's practically the whole town, is it not?"
"Yes. There's a few others mixed in there but those are the big ones around town. Oh and you'll probably meet Richard's brother William. He's former royalty."
"Seriously, former royalty!"
"Yes, William was the Prince of San Cristobel after their half-brother Edmund was removed from power and Richard became President of San Cristobel." He looks at her and reads the question in her eyes. "Don't ask it's a long and complicated story. But do you want to go?"
"Is it formal?"
"It's a fundraiser for Richard's campaign, so yes I believe it's formal."
"Where is it?"
"Umm, the country club."
"Really, the Police chief is invited to the country club for a private party and fundraiser."
"I'm friends with Richard and Cassie and I support him for mayor."
"If he was President of San..."
"San Cristobel, He was President and Prince of San Cristobel."
"How could he be both?"
"Like I said, it's a long story and I do have work to do. So do you want to go, or not?" Frank asks, watching her.
She looks at him and the nods once. "I'll have to find a babysitter."
"I think I know someone who can handle that for you, my niece Daisy. She's my sister's daughter. Harley also has two boys about your boys age, so they'll have someone to play with while we're gone."
"Alright. What time?"
"The fundraiser starts at seven. I'll pick you up at say six o'clock Wednesday evening."
"That's fine." She says, turning to go.
"Megan, wait." He says, reaching into his pocket.
"What?" She asks, as he hands her a card.
"It's my business card. It has all of my numbers on it." He says, as she takes the card. "Call me if you need anything." He says, as she opens the door. She walks out and then looks back over her shoulder.
"I'll see you later."
"Bye." He says before she walks away.
Julie is leaving her house for work, when a man pulls up behind her car. He gets out as she unlocks her car. "Mrs. Borrelli?" He asks
"Actually, it's Mrs. Winslow now. I went back to my previous married name." Julie says. "Can I help you?"
"I have an invitation for you." He says, holding out an envelope. He holds it out to her and she takes it from him before he walks away. Getting in his car, he backs out and drives away as she opens the envelope.
"Richard and Cassie Winslow do formally invite you to attend his first fundraiser for Mayor of Springfield Wednesday 5th of December at 7pm. Venue will be the Springfield Country Club." Julie reads the invitation before she looks up. The guy is already gone. She stands there for a moment before she gets in her car and leaves for work.
After leaving Cassie at home, Richard drops the boys off at school and then goes to City Hall. As he walks in, Amelia is retrieving his messages. "Good morning, Sir."
"Good morning, I've got a call to make before my first appointment." He says, as she nods.
"I'll bring your message and coffee in as soon as possible." She says, as he nods.
Walking into his office, he leaves the door open. Hanging up his coat, he goes over to his desk. Sitting down, he logs into his computer as he reaches for the phone. Dialing a number, he sits back. After a couple rings, a man picks up. "Hello, Homer Investments." He says.
"Fred, it's Richard Winslow."
"Sir, hello." He says, automatically sitting up straighter in his chair.
"I've got a few questions for you." Richard says.
"Yes sir."
"When we spoke after I returned to Springfield, you informed me that the money I set aside for Cassie and the kids before my accident was still available. In fact, you told me that the balance had doubled, is that correct?"
"Yes sir, by now the balance is just over five million five hundred thousand, Sir."
"It's funny that I mentioned that account to Cassie last night, because I'm thinking of making a private investment and she tells me that she gave that money to Danny Santos to pay off a loan he had given her after my accident."
"That's correct, Sir. I authorized the transfer of money myself, per Mrs. Winslow's orders, just a few months after your funeral, Sir."
"So, if she gave the money to Danny to pay off the loan, how can the account have a balance of more than five million five hundred thousand today?"
"I was approached by and anonymous donor asking me to set the account back up and deposit three million, into the account. It was a million more than what you put into the account originally."
"I know it's a million more. Do you know who this person was?"
"No sir."
"Why didn't you say anything about this to Cassie?"
"He ordered me not to tell Mrs. Winslow about the transfer."
"Did you investigate try to find out where the money came from."
"No sir."
'"So you have no idea where the money came from or from whom it came from either?"
"No sir."
"I tried to convince him to tell Mrs. Winslow, but he insisted that she never be told that the money was put back."
"I want all the information on this sent to my office, today."
"Of course, Sir."
"Thank you." Richard says, hanging up the phone. He sits back as Amelia comes in with a cup of coffee and his messages.
"Thank you, do you know if Jeffrey is in his office?"
"I'm not sure. I can call to see."
"Would you do that? And if he's not, ask Stace to let you know when he does come in. I need to see him some time today. I will also be receiving a file from my accountant. I need that brought to me immediately."
"Yes sir."
"Thank you." Richard says, reaching for his messages. Reading the first one, he picks up the phone as Amelia walks out of his office.
The Deputy mayor sit back and smiles. "Not only do I have the young woman that visited you yesterday. Now I have you admitting to having unknown deposits made into one of your private accounts." He reaches for the phone.
Turning over, Ava wakes up to William watching her sleep. "What are you doing?"
"I'm watching you sleep." He says, reaching to brush a strand of hair from her cheek and lightly caresses her cheek."
"What time is it?"
"A little after nine." He says, as she sits up
"Emma!"
"She's at school. I called Billy and told him you'll be in later and then I called my job and told them I would be in later." He says, leaning over. He kisses her, deepening the kiss, as she reaches for him, burying her fingers in his hair. He rolls to his back, bringing her with him. She straddles him as she sits up. Slowly he moves his hands down her back, pulling her closer. He feels her desire, burning hot. Heat rushes over him. Breaking the kiss, he pulls back. "I love you." He says, reaching up and putting his hand against her neck. Slowly he moves his thumb over her pulse and feels it jump.
"I love you too."
He leans forward, softly kissing the side of her neck. Reaching for her waist, he gathers his shirt up and pulls it up as she leans in, kissing him. Slowly he pulls his shirt up. His hand gently tickles her back and she shivers as he looks up, swallowing as desire surges through him. She pulls back and looks into his eyes. Reading the fire within, she kisses him as she moves her hands up his chest, gently scratching him as she raises her arms and he pushes his shirt up.
When he reaches her breasts, she reaches for the shirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the floor as he leans back, bracing his hands against the bed. Slowly he moves his eyes down her body. After a moment, he leans on one hand as he reaches for her breast. Cupping it, he looks up and watches her reaction as he caresses her breast. He smiles when he feels another shiver of desire charge over her. He moves his finger over her nipple and she sucks in a breath, holding it as she swallows. He teases her for several moments as she closes her eyes. "Watch me." He says. "I want to watch it build." He says, as she opens her eyes.
Sparks flash between them, as he squeezes her nipple. Rolling it gently between his thumb and finger, she arches her back, offering her body to him. He knows what she wants but he wants to drive her crazy. He continues and if asked, she would swear she was burning up inside. Leaning in, he flicks her nipple with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth. Heat consumes her. She reaches for him, burying one hand in his hair she clings to him, refusing to release him. If asked, there would be no way she could accurately describe the fire building inside her, except to say that she was desperate for him and him alone.
After several moments, she decides to give as good as she's getting. Laying her hands on his shoulders, she looks into his eyes when he looks up. He swallows when he reads the fierce demand and challenge in her eyes. Tightening his arm around her waist, he continues playing with her breasts. She leans over, pulling away from him as he looks up, she kisses him, nipping at his lower lip as she moves her hands from his shoulders down his chest as she whispers. "You want to tease me. You know two can play that game."
A throbbing pulse of heat rushes through him. His body tightens as he sucks in a deep breath. Whatever he does, she counters. Playing with his nipples as their breathing gets deeper and the fire of desire burns hotter. Bending her nails, she scratches him. Pausing for a moment, to tease his nipple. "Ava!" He groans. Smiling, she rolls her hips against his erection, teasing him
Desire jumps from a controlled burn to a raging fire of need and desperation from that simple though not so innocent move. He drops his hands to her hips, holding her against him. She leans into him as he pulls away. Settling his hands at her waist, he moves to lift her as she smiles. Catching his mouth, she kisses him, distracting him long enough for her move back. The moment he feels her body pressing against his, he pulls away. " I need you, please!"
"You wanted to drive me crazy." She replies, her expressly challenging him. Reaching for her, he answers the challenge. Slipping his hand under her panties, he reaches for her desire, teasing her. After a couple seconds, she gasps. "That's not fair." He slips a couple fingers inside her as she gasps, as he continues caressing her. "Will." She moans, rolling her hips against his hand.
A small part of him thought about pulling his hand free, but he couldn't do that to her. Deepening his caress, he watches as her desire continues building. Rushing her towards an intense explosion of desire, he feels her take him deep as the first tingling waves of her release swells over her. Pulling his hand free, he wraps his arm around her as he moves her onto her back, kneeling in front of her, he looks up for a moment.
He reaches for her panties as she lifts her hips. He pulls them down and over her knees to her ankles. She kicks them off as he moves off the bed. Pushing his pajamas and boxers off, he stands up as she leans up, bracing her weight with her arms, she slowly moves her eyes down his body, taking in the rhythm of his breathing and his throbbing erection. As she sits up, he lays a hand on her shoulder as she looks up.
He moves onto the bed as she lays back. Leaning over her, placing his hands beside her, he kisses her for a moment before she reaches for him. He pulls away, moving down her body, gently teasing her breasts before he moves on. He dips his tongue into her navel, teasing her more. He plays with her for a moment as he looks up. She watches him before slowly opening her body to him. She expects him to touch her, but he pulls away from her navel. Moving down until he's hovering over her desire. He takes a deep breath and her scent feels him. Driving his desire to a point of almost desperation, he leans in and gently kisses her as she arches her hips. "William!" She cries, arching her back.
He slips his tongue inside her, playing with her, slowly moving his tongue over her desire, pushing it higher and higher. He goes in deeper, as he reaches up, slipping a couple of fingers inside her, mimicking their own natural rhythm. Arching her back, she reaches for the sheet beneath her, clinging to it as she rolls hips against his mouth, moving with him, as he takes her higher still. Suddenly the dam breaks, arching her hips higher, staggering waves of release rolls over her.
He pulls back and sucks in a deep breath. As much as he wanted to push her to the edge, he goes with her, with each caress. His erection is beyond throbbing. He wants her so much that he's not sure how long he can last. He rolls to his back, sucking in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before he releases it in a slow whoosh. Turning her head, she watches him. Sitting up, she turns to him as he holds up his hand. "Give me a moment." He says, taking deep breath as he fights for control. With a soft secret smile, she leans over him, kissing him. "Ava!" He groans, as she moves to straddle him.
Heat rushes through him again. "You think you want to wait, but I think you want me to drive you over the edge." She says quietly.
"I'm afraid…." He takes a deep breath as she reaches for his erection, gently moving her hand over him. She pauses for a moment at his tip, pay explicit attention to that portion of him. She caresses him, watching him as he fights for control. "I'm going to…." He sucks in a deep breath when she releases him, before she moves closer. Taking him again, she sinks over him, guiding him inside as he grips her hips. Her body clings to his. He sucks in another breath when he realizes that small fluttering waves of her release still washes over her.
"You want this." She says, leaning over him.
Bracing her hand on his chest, she rolls her hips. Savoring the feel of him inside her, she starts at a slower pace. He's fighting every moment to hold on. She looks up and reading his expression, she sits a steady rhythm, moving over him as he lifts his hips, thrusting into her and slipping deeper. She ditches the slower pace. Rocking her body back and forth, savoring each caress until suddenly her release rolls over her and her body clinches around him. That first throbbing pulse brings a surge from deep inside him. Thrusting into her, he holds her still while his release fills her.
When it's over, she sinks down. Lying on his chest as he wraps an arm around her, they lay there for a several moments struggling to catch their breath before she sighs. He reaches up, brushing his fingers through her hair he asks. "Are you okay?"
She turns her head. With her chin resting on his chest, she smiles and says "Yes."