Page 49 of Pressure Point

“Hi, beautiful,” he said, bending down and kissing her. Her kisses were sweet like a dairy milk bar, something he greatly missed from back home in Ireland. Chocolate just wasn’t the same here, and he hadn’t found anything that had lived up to the sugary goodness since moving to the States. Until now.

“You’re still wearing your skivvies.”

“I thought you might like to take them off me.”

Avery bit her lip, nodding gently, her eyes clouding over with his suggestion. By the way her breath hitched, he could only guess that it was a suggestion she liked. Her hands found his waist, holding on to him lightly, as she skimmed her fingers down toward the elastic. It tickled slightly, while making his already raging hard cock ache for the same treatment. He reminded himself again that this wasn’t something, it was just sex. It was just her finding that confidence he’d known was in there and acting on it. And he was more than okay with being the one she acted on it with. He just needed to keep his wits about him.

When she reached the top of his briefs, she paused for a moment letting out a sigh. Her soft touch made him ache for more. He opened his mouth to encourage her, but before he could do so, she slipped her hands inside, making her way toward his dick.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, when she finally wrapped her hand around his hard length, giving him a squeeze. For someone who claimed they had no experience, she certainly seemed to know what she was doing.

She continued to stroke him for a moment, her free hand awkwardly trying to inch down his briefs as he kissed her. Everything about her touch was driving him wild, and if he wasn’t careful, this was going to end much, much sooner than he anticipated. Pulling back, he slid the underwear down his thighs, letting his cock spring free. Avery’s eyes went wide all over again, her mouth gaping open slightly.

“Like what you see?” he asked, giving her a wink.

“Very, very much,” she told him, her voice turning husky. She reached out and took hold of him again, giving him that same squeeze just past the head. He let out a groan, letting her know just how much he liked that move. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I, umm…have always liked the male form,” she said, biting her lip again, almost as if she were embarrassed by her admission. “Girls in my anatomy class used to complain that penises were ugly, but I’ve never thought so. I’ve always found them rather…attractive.”

A bolt of lust rushed through Liam at her words, her long, slow strokes never letting up. Was she sure she didn’t have experience? Could have fooled him. Because she was playing him like a fiddle.

“And yours might just be the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.”

Fuuuuuuuuck…

“For someone who claimed she needed to find her sexy, you seem to have plenty of it.”

“That was not sexy,” she whispered, sighing.

Sliding his arms underneath her, he scooped her up, placing her in his lap. He kissed her hard, pulling her against his chest, loving the feel of her hard nipples against his skin. She really had no idea how fucking sexy she was. But he was going to change that.

“It was, love. You are so fucking sexy. You have no idea just how badly I want to fuck you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Her coy little comeback was all he needed to kick it into gear. What was he waiting for?

Leaning backwards over the bed, he found his pants and fished out his wallet, grabbing the condom Dash had tossed at him that night in the hotel bar.

Dash.

Liam paused briefly, trying to push the idea of his teammate out of his mind. He had nothing to do with this, other than being Liam’s underground contraception dealer. And being the one she actually wants, a little voice inside said. No, she wanted him. She told him that.

The feel of Avery’s fingernails lightly scratching down his arm brought him back to the moment, as she shifted off his lap. There was a fire in her eyes, and a knowingness to her smile that made all thoughts of his buddy disappear. She did want him. It was written all over her face.

Ripping the condom open, he said a silent thanks to the universe that he’d kept it. Avery’s hand met his, helping him slid it down his length. Liam groaned. That had to be one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. Nestling himself between her legs, he placed an open-mouth kiss on each one of her breasts, wanting to make sure she was feeling just as needy as he was. She let out a low moan as he stroked up and down her wetness with his dick, and she wiggled her hips, letting him know exactly what she was after.

“Liam, please,” she begged as the tip slid across her clit.

Lining himself up with her entrance, he eased himself in, taking his time. This was not something he wanted to rush. He’d been fantasizing about this moment for so long. But more than that, he knew it would take a moment for her to adjust. He was in no hurry, and this was just as much about her as it was him. Hell, it was more about her than him. His only goal was to make her feel good, his own pleasure be damned.

Avery sucked in a deep breath as he continued to slide into her, inch by inch. The look in her eyes was a mix of emotions, but most of all, it was lust. Her whole body was responding to him, and he loved it. He could feel her pussy gripping him already, and it was sending sparks through him. After a moment, he withdrew just as slowly as he’d entered her. She whimpered when the tip of his dick was the only thing left inside her, twisting her hips to try and stop him from pulling out completely.

He took that as his cue, thrusting back into her, finding an easy steady rhythm. Avery’s hands flew to his shoulders, digging her nails into him. The sensation spurred him on, picking up the pace as she met him thrust for thrust.

Everything about this moment was perfect.