Dreaded family dinner stress reliever

Life has been getting in the way lately, I haven’t been able to write much at all, only just getting my crochet mojo back, the words in my head don’t seem to make it on paper.

That said, I decided it was time to post about Ava and Jackson. ^_^

Sex is a known stress reliever.

So when you’re facing a whole evening with bitter family members who do not agree with your choice of partner, you’re hardly going to refuse your man’s suggestion for some pre-dinner stress relief of the naked kind…



Ava nearly threw her phone at the wall in frustration but stopped herself just in time. It was after all a rather expensive phone and she was extremely fond of it. Instead she took a deep breath then another, in an effort to calm herself.

She heard footsteps approaching and dropped her phone into her open handbag on the barstool next to her with a huge sigh before turning around.

“You ok, babe?” Jackson asked as he came into the kitchen and she smiled at him, drinking in the welcome sight of her boyfriend.

He had just come out of the shower after his Saturday afternoon run and was wearing nothing but a towel around his middle. She could spot stubborn drops of water on his broad chest from across the room and felt the urge to lick them dry.

He looked concerned and she let out another sigh.

“No,” she answered finally. “But I’ll be fine.” She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against the warm wall of his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

“What happened?”

Ava looked up at him and felt bad when she saw the worry on his handsome face.

“I got a text from Nicci, warning me that Granny will be joining us for dinner tonight. As if Mum wasn’t enough to deal with already.”

Her mother, Lilian, didn’t approve of their relationship and had made her opinion about it known, repeatedly, even more so since Ava and Jackson had moved in together just before Christmas.

Lilian had completely lost it when she’d found out that Ava would miss the family Christmas because she was going away with Jackson. The two women had barely talked since.

Granny, for her part, just point blank refused to acknowledge the relationship. She tolerated Jackson’s presence but that was her upbringing rather than acceptance. That would make the dinner a real fun time.

“Oh well, I guess the evening just got upgraded to formal wear, then,”Jackson joked and Ava couldn’t help but giggle.

No matter how down she was feeling, Jackson always managed to make her laugh.

“I guess I better get changed,” she said, already mentally going through her wardrobe for a dress that would be appropriate for an evening in a very posh restaurant with her fearsome grandmother.

“Come on then.” Jackson took her hand in his and led the way down the hallway to their bedroom. She followed willingly, mesmerised as always by the movement of the muscles on his back as he walked in front of her.

She suddenly realised that formal wear to please her grandmother meant Jackson would be wearing his flashest suit, the black Armani they’d bought duty free at the airport in LA on their way back from their holiday.

She was now very much looking forward to the evening as it meant she got to see Jackson in his most delicious suit AND they were catching up for a drink with Carla and her new mystery man at Coopers before the dreaded dinner from hell.

She walked in the room and took off her black pumps, leaving them on the floor before undoing the side zipper of her black dress. It was a perfectly nice dress, but Granny would spot the lack of designer label instantly and throw one of her acidic remarks.

Stupid fucking snobby controlling Granny!” Ava thought, getting stressed over the whole evening again. Granny’s presence meant Ava would be reminded more than once that she was expected to get over her silly little crush on the foreign lawyer and marry Shane already.

Her grandmother wouldn’t care that Jackson was sitting at the same table because, as far as she was concerned, Jackson didn’t matter.

In her eyes – her old, prejudiced, snobby eyes! – only Shane mattered. Shane and the union she had been planning for him and Ava since they were too young to remember (or care). Never mind that Shane was very very gay and just as not interested in Granny’s schemes as Ava was.

Ava looked down at the antique three-stone diamond ring on her left ring finger and smiled. Jackson had surprised her with the ring and a proposal a week into their trip. She’d cried, nodded, said Yes! enthusiastically and cried some more, feeling her heart might burst from too much happiness.

At least when she told Carla about her engagement she knew she could expect genuine joy from her best friend. That would be a nice pick-me-up before they announced it to her parents.

And Granny.

She removed her dress and put it back on its hanger, gasping in surprise when she felt Jackson’s arms snake around her waist and his body pressing against her back.

“Hey,” he whispered against her neck and she melted into him, her hands joining his over her belly.

“Hey yourself,” she whispered back, delighting in his groan when she pressed her butt against him.

“You seem rather stressed,” he whispered in her ear, before kissing a path down her neck and along her shoulder, his fingers entwining with hers.

She nodded, letting out a soft moan when his mouth came back to her neck and he gently bit down on the crook of her neck. Her hips bucked against him and she whimpered when she felt his cock pressing against the crease of her butt.

“Maybe there’s something I can do to help you de-stress,” Jackson said as his hand moved from under hers and he stepped back to undo her bra.

His fingers brushed against her spine as he undid the three hooks and she held her breath when he slid the straps down her shoulders then her arms, the bra falling from her breasts and landing softly on the floor at her feet.

Ava turned around in his arms and realised he had dropped his towel which meant she was the only one still wearing something. She wrapped her arms around Jackson’s neck and went on tiptoes so she was level with his face, her eyes on his mouth.

“We’ll be late for drinks,” she whispered, pressing herself against him and moaning when she felt his hardening cock against her belly.

Jackson shrugged before putting his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulling the lacy garment down, his hands caressing her ass on the way.

“I’m sure Carla will understand.” He breached the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue darting between her lips to touch the tip of hers, causing a need-filled moan.

“I have a feeling she might be late anyway.” Ava stepped out of her panties and looked up at Jackson with a naughty grin. “She went on a date last night and was still with the guy when I rang earlier!”

Jackson laughed as Ava put her hands on his hips and walked him backwards to the bed before giving him a push. He landed on his back and she crawled on all fours on top of him.

Jackson reached up to push a loose strand of hair behind her ear and gave her a smile that made her sigh happily.

“Don’t worry about tonight,” he said, cupping her face with one hand. “I love you.”

Ava smiled back at him. “I love you.”

She sat up, a leg on either side of his hips, his cock pressing against her slit. She started drawing patterns on his stomach, delighting in the little groans escaping him and the way his fingers dug in the sides of her thighs.

“And you know,” she added, fingers tracing the light hair of his treasure trail, “if things tonight go really bad…” Her thumb swiped the tip of his cock, spreading pre-cum and making them both moan. Jackson bucked his hips against her and she giggled. “We can always elope.”

Jackson’s chuckle turned into a hoarse groan when Ava lifted herself up and, closing a hand around his cock, guided it to her hole.

She let out a satisfied moan as she slowly took him inside her, loving the way her pussy stretched to accommodate his hard length.

“Any destination in mind?” Jackson asked as she started grinding her hips; apparently he was intent on continuing their little conversation.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her down on him, his cock hitting her A spot, causing her to moan loudly. She rested her hands on his chest and looked down at him with a grin.

“I hear Vegas is the preferred destination for people who elope,” she said, her hips rocking back and forth a little faster now, her breathing becoming laboured as the pleasure she was getting from the friction increased.

Jackson made a noise that was part laugh, part moan. “We just… came back… from Canada and… you wanna… get back on… on a plane… for twelve… hours?” he asked, panting.

Ava leaned forward, the added friction and pressure to her clit every time she moved her hips making her see stars and moan loudly. Her mouth found his neck and she kissed a path to his ear before nibbling on his earlobe.

“Mmm, true.” She pulled back to look at him and gasped when Jackson’s mouth closed over one of her nipples. He sucked hard on her nipple and she cried out in pleasure.

“What… what about… Ra-Raro, then?” she asked him, talking becoming tricky with the combination of his mouth on her nipple and his cock inside her.

The way Jackson was sucking on her nipple and tugging on it with his teeth short-circuiting her brain. So she gave up trying to talk or think, choosing instead to focus on the sensations bombarding her.

Every time his tongue swiped the tip of her nipple, her clit throbbed and her pussy clenched, clamping down on his cock.

He was gripping her hips tightly and she knew that meant he was getting close to cumming. She started moving faster against him, her orgasm building quickly as she kept grinding her hips, the bursts of pleasure causing her to moan continuously.

A minute later Jackson came with a loud groan, pulling her down on him as he pushed into her and the way his cock hit her A spot triggered her own orgasm.

She came with a scream that left her throat raw, her fingers digging into his shoulders, before she collapsed on his chest, completely out of breath.

She could feel Jackson’s chest heaving under her head as he attempted to get his own breath back. She was about to move off him when he started lazily stroking her back and she let out a happy moan.

She lifted her head to look at him; smiling didn’t require as much of an effort as moving her head had, but kissing him right now was one orgasmed-out step too far.

“I love you,” she said, her brain still recovering from the intense orgasm, incapable of coming up with anything more complicated.

Jackson smiled, his hands stroking her sides now. “I love you too. Can you move?”

Ava shook her head no and Jackson laughed, then rolled both of them onto their side, dropping a kiss on her lips before he flopped onto his back.

His arm moved around her shoulders and Ava snuggled up to the delicious specimen of manhood she was going to marry whether Granny approved or not.


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