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“You gonna come again for me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, slamming my ass back onto his cock. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he keeps my head taut while he works my clit, his pulsing length swelling inside of me.
“Look at me,” he demands. “Look at me when you come with me inside you.”
As soon as my eyes hit his—like molten lava, so hot I feel them searing into my skin—my entire body shakes like an earthquake. I try to bite back my scream but my lip slips from my teeth on a strangled breath. His mouth closes over mine as I cry out his name and come undone around him.
Avery rips his mouth away with a curse, burying his face in my neck with one, two, three more destructive plows, and then he collapses on top of me, his arms like a vice around my body, his cock still throbbing inside me.
“Christ, Claire,” he wheezes between panting breaths.
His lips sweep across my shoulder, up my neck, planting hot, wet kisses all over. I don’t think I can move. My whole body is limp. I just breathe heavily, sucking in each breath like it might be my last.
“You okay?”
My grunt should be answer enough. No, I’m not okay. Never have I ever been fucked like that. Every fiber of my being is alive right now, sizzling.
Avery’s low chuckle tingles against my neck. Pushing one hand between my belly and the mattress, he presses me to his chest as he turns us onto our sides. He nuzzles my neck, kissing me softly below my ear before tugging my lobe between his teeth.
“I didn’t…I didn’t know it could be like that,” I finally manage.
“Mmm, me neither.” I want to call bullshit on that. The man knows how to fuck. He’s clearly…experienced. An expert, even. Heknewit could be exactly like that. But he slips one hand under my cheek, turning my face to his, lips moving on mine. “There’s something about you, Claire. I’m not sure there’s even an explanation, but…you do something to me. To my body. You fucking wreck me.”
You fucking wreck me. It’s quite a euphemism. It’s also exactly how I feel about him. Wrecked, like I’m not sure I’ll ever survive him, but don’t think I can survive without him, either.
Turning in his arms, I slide my hand along his jaw until my fingers thread through his messy waves. And I kiss him, slow and purposeful, wanting to feel, taste, every single bit of him. I suck on his bottom lip, nibble it, caress his tongue with mine. The kiss turns hungry quick, and Avery pushes me back down on the pillows, climbing over me as his mouth glides down my throat.
Slipping my hand down the hard lines of his abdomen, my fingers close over his thick cock, feeling it grow and twitch all over again while Avery groans in pleasure, lips vibrating against my collarbone.
Sully trots into the bedroom, whimpering at the foot of the bed. He rests his head on the mattress, looking up at us with enormous dark brown eyes, tail wagging. Avery’s gaze slides to mine and I give him a smile.
“I gotta take him out for a pee and get his dinner. But…” He dips his head, sucking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls over my bud before tugging it between his teeth. “I don’t wanna go anywhere.”
With a giggle, I push him off of me. “Go take care of your dog.”
Avery flops onto his back with an exaggerated sigh, one arm over his face. “You won’t go anywhere, will you? ’Cause I wanna do that, like, twenty-five more times.”
“I won’t go anywhere,” I promise him. “Except maybe to the kitchen for some water. I feel like I haven’t had a drink in days.”
He gives me a cheeky grin and rolls back on top of me. “Wore ya out, did I?”
“I wore you out.”
“Yeah.” He pecks my lips. “You did.” Avery pulls himself from the bed and finds a t-shit and a pair of track pants, letting them hang low on his hips. Fuck, he looks so ridiculously good in sweatpants and an old tee. How is that even possible? He kisses me again. “Help yourself to whatever you want. I’ll be back.”
Climbing out of the bed when I heard the click of the apartment door, I let myself take in his space. His bedroom is massive, with a glorious en-suite bathroom, a glass shower with marble tiles. Opening up the balcony door in his bedroom, I step into the dark, starry night, letting the warm air wash over my naked body.
Walking down the hallway past the two other bedrooms, I find what I already know from being here on Saturday morning—his open-concept kitchen and living room is just like mine, except four times the size, with a dining area to boot. His space is impeccably decorated, perfect in every way.
I fill and refill a glass of water three times, draining each in a matter of seconds, gasping for air after I polish them off. Then my stomach grumbles. I don’t know how I’m hungry; it wasn’t that long ago that we ate.
Then again, he just fucked my brains out, so, I guess that earns me the right to a snack.
Pulling open his pantry, I grin when I find a box of popcorn. I shove a bag into his microwave and lean back on the counter, tapping my fingers on the cool marble while I wait, inhaling the buttery, salty smell wafting through the air as if it were a drug.
The second I shove a greedy, hot handful into my mouth, the condo door opens and Sully comes bounding in. Avery pauses in the doorway and takes me in, naked in his kitchen, shoveling popcorn down my throat.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble around my mouthful of food. “So hungry.”
