Iwalk ahead of Avery as we go inside Landon’s house, hand in hand. We make our way through the front hallway, and I see Connor lounging on the couch.
“Hi—” He stops himself, likely seeing the urgency on my face. I don’t even respond to him, just keep it moving.
“Hi, bye,” Avery says to him behind me as I pull her toward my room.
Whoops, guess Connor will know now about the latest development between us. I can’t wait for that interrogation.
As soon as Avery’s in my bedroom, I shut the door and turn to face her.
“Eager?” she says, stepping toward me.
“Fuck yes, I am.”
I meet her in the middle of the room, our mouths melding instantly.
Finally alone, finally able to really explore whatever this is.
I feel her tongue slip between my lips and stroke inside my mouth. It’s nice to feel how much she wants me, and it helps me start relaxing into the moment.
After a few seconds, I wrap my arms around her, sliding my hands down her lower back and pushing our bodies together.
She moans, and I take that as a chance to reciprocate. Claiming control, I own the kiss for at least a minute, a little surprised she lets me.
She doesn’t always want to be in charge.Noted.
That moment is short-lived though. She breaks the kiss, and before I can react, she’s stripping her little black shirt off. I’m left staring at the black lace bra she has on underneath, her dark pink nipples visible through the material.
Then she’s reaching around her back, and—off goes the bra.
God, her skin is so creamy, and the perky handful in view is the same.
I’m absorbing the sight, which has appeared faster than my mind can process.
She catches me looking and glances down at herself. “They’re not the biggest.” She doesn’t sound upset, just factual.
“They’re beautiful.”
Not acknowledging the compliment, she puts her hands on her shorts as if she’s going to take them off too.
I put my hand to stop her.
“Wait. Slow down.” The words are out of my mouth before I think about what I’m saying, but it feels off that she’s rushing.
Luckily, she doesn’t object. The opposite, if anything. Her right hand strokes my bicep, and a smile rises on her face.
“Sorry, it’s been a while, and I’ve been thinking about this for days.”
“Same.” I lean down and kiss her. It starts softer this time.
“That just makes me want to cherish this even more,” I confess in between the moments our mouths are joined.
I feel so fucking lucky that this is happening at all, and I want to appreciate every damn second.
Eventually, the heat between us rises, organically this time. She lines up our lower halves, and I slink one arm around her back again, bringing my free hand to the smooth underside of her tit as I pull off her mouth.
“Oh,” she groans.
Encouraged to go for more, I roll her nipple between my fingers, which causes her knees to buckle slightly.
