Her full breasts are heavy in my hands, and I squeeze them together before lowering my head. I suck hard on her nipple, and the other breast jiggles in a tantalizing sway that makes my head spin.
I nip at the soft skin of her breast before taking the other nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
Avery cries out, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Yes, just like that.”
I continue my path downward, kissing over her stomach, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I look up at her before tugging.
In the heated silence, I search her face for any flicker of doubt. It’s a precaution I’ve built into my life. As a guy with a public profile, my name is a target. I never assume. I always confirm. “Are you sure?”
“God, yes,” she breathes, pulling me back to her. She lifts her hips, allowing me to pull down her panties.
Then she’s completely bared to me, sprawled across the white sheets.
I part her gently with my fingers, and the sight makes my breath catch. Her pussy is a soft pink, gleaming in the low light, already swollen and ready.
She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
A throaty laugh pulls my gaze up to hers. Her eyes are sparkling with mischief, a smile playing on her lips. “Are you just going to stare at me all night?”
The sass in her tone sends a jolt straight through me. “I'm staring because I'm trying to decide how to worship every single, fucking perfect inch of you.” My eyes lock on hers. “And because you're so beautiful, it hurts to look away.”
I lower my head and swipe the flat of my tongue over her.
She’s salty, sweet, and perfect. A guttural moan tears from her throat as my tongue finds her clit. Her hips buck against my face, and her hands fist the sheets.
I hold her down and devour her. I learn what makes her gasp, what makes her whimper. I’m an athlete, used to pushing my body to its limits, and I bring that same focus and endurance to this. I’m relentless.
“Oh, God, right there,” she pants, her words starting to slur. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Her begging fuels me. I slide a finger inside her, then another, curling them, finding a rhythm with my tongue. Her breathing becomes ragged, her thighs trembling against my head.
“I’m gonna come,” she says in a strained voice.
I double my efforts, and a moment later, she shatters. A sharp, broken cry echoes through the room as her body convulses under my mouth. I ride it out with her, not stoppinguntil her muscles go slack and she collapses back onto the bed, boneless.
After a moment, Avery’s eyelids flutter open. She looks at me, dazed, a sated smile spreading across her face. “A man of action, not just words.”
I crawl up her body, kissing my way back to her mouth. “That was just the starter.”
“Not yet.” With a surprising burst of strength, she rolls us over, reversing our positions. “My turn.”
She straddles me, then leans down, her nipples brushing against my chest. “You’ve been such a good boy so far,” she purrs. “But the night is young.”
She makes quick work of my jeans and boxers, freeing my aching cock. Her hand wraps around me, and I hiss at the contact. She leans down, her breath ghosting over the tip of my cock. She’s looking up at me through her lashes, her eyes dark with want and confidence. A heady mix that has me bucking into her hand. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I groan, as she kisses up my body.
She straddles my hips. “How badly?”
“Fucking desperately, Avery.” Her pussy is right there. All I’d have to do is lift an inch, and I’d be deep inside her. But I pause. “Hang on a sec.” She smiles wickedly, but I stop her with a gentle grip on her hips. “Wait.” The word is a strained gasp, every instinct in my body fighting the delay.
Reaching over, I yank open the nightstand drawer, my fingers fumbling for a moment before closing around a small foil packet. I tear it open with my teeth, my eyes never leaving hers as I sheath myself. “I’ll all yours now.”
And then, she finally sinks down onto me in one slow, excruciatingly perfect motion.
We both groan in unison. She’s tight and hot and wet, and for a second, I can’t move, I can’t think. I can only feel.
She begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has me hissing.
