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Avery walks us into the steamy bathroom and shifts me so that he’s supporting me with only one hand, his other pushing his underwear to the ground, and then steps into the gigantic shower. He drops me to my feet and I look up at the rain shower overhead. It pelts my face in the softest, gentlest way and I open my mouth, welcoming every bit of euphoria that washes over my skin.
Avery's thumbs move over my cheeks, under my eyes, and come away smeared with black. I watch the gray water swirl on the white tiles until the drain slurps it down.
“I promise I’ll never hurt you again,” he whispers, winding an arm around my waist. “I’ll never be the reason you cry again. I’m so sorry I hurt you tonight, Claire.”
‘I hurt me,” I admit. “And I hurt you along the way.I’msorry, Avery.” I take his face in my hands, unsure if I’m blinking through the falling rain or a fresh set of tears. He’s so incredibly handsome, his dark waves wet and plastered to his forehead. I push them back, sliding my hand down the side of his face, gripping his jaw. My thumb swipes over his full lips, catching the water droplets that bead off them. “Can I kiss you?”
His smile splits his cheeks. “You never have to ask, especially when you’re naked and in my shower.”
Before I have a chance to respond, he pulls me into his chest, claiming my mouth, my tongue, my taste. Our tongues swirl together until we’re one—one mouth, one kiss, just…one. Me and him, together.
Avery backs me against the shower wall and drops to his knees, his hands running up and down my sides, over my hips, my torso. He sucks on my hipbone, peering up at me. “I was so mad at you last night, Claire. When I found you on the street with that guy. So fucking mad that you’d put yourself in that position. I saw red. I wanted to hurt him.” He lifts one leg and rests it on his shoulder, kissing and nipping a path up the inside of my thigh. “What if I wasn’t there, Claire? Something might have happened to you.”
He presses his tongue to my center and licks, one long, slow stroke from the bottom to the top. I groan and sink lower down the slippery wall, clutching at his wet locks.
“But you were there,” I pant.
“You’re never doing that again. You’re out late at night and you call me. You were drunk, Claire. You scared the shit out of me when I saw him grabbing you, saw you swaying back and forth.” He buries his face between my legs, his tongue darting in as he clamps down around me and sucks. “I wanted to throw you over my shoulder, bring you up here and spank you.”
I can barely think straight when he talks like that, let alone when his tongue is inside of me, lapping. I love him angry, possessive, passionate. “You can still…you can still do that.”
“I will. Tomorrow, maybe, but not tonight.” He looks up at me from beneath his dark, thick lashes, water droplets clinging to the tips as he pushes two fingers inside of me. “Tonight…tonight, Claire, I just wanna take my time, love on your beautiful body, every inch of your creamy skin. I wanna find every freckle and kiss each one. You’re perfect to me and I don’t want there to be a shred of doubt about that by the time I’m done with you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I already feel perfect when I’m with him. I don’t know why or how, insecurities considered, but when I’m with him, I always feel it. The way he appreciates my body, the way he wants me, the way his eyes scour every inch of me, the way he touches me, sometimes as if I’m as delicate as crystal, and other times as though he needs me right that second, like nothing will ever be enough. That’s how I feel about him—like it’ll never be enough. I’ll always want more, crave it. I’ll never get enough of Avery Beck.
His lips close over my clit, sucking it between his teeth while his fingers pump faster, pushing deeper, and I can’t stay upright anymore. I fold forward, grasping his shoulders as I start shaking from within.
“Avery…p-please. Ohhh.”
My eyes roll up when his fingers curl. He pulls out and sucks my entire pussy into his mouth and I come all over his tongue. I’m a writhing, whimpering mess of limp limbs when he picks me up in his arms, flipping off the water and carrying me to his bed, not bothering with a towel.
“I hope you know we’re not leaving this bed for the rest of the night.” He crawls over me, flicking his tongue over my nipple before kissing his way up my throat, across my jaw.
“What if I get hungry?” It’s meant to be cheeky, but it’s likely to happen if I’m being honest. I’m pretty sure I burn a thousand calories on any given night when Avery’s inside of me. With him, I’m always ravenous.
“Then I’ll feed you my cock.” He rolls his hips against mine, letting me feel the full weight of his arousal for me as he laughs against my lips. “I’ll order pizza and we can eat in bed.”
Avery makes good on his promise to find every single freckle. His fingers dance over every inch of my body, pressing on each little star before he covers it with his lips. He takes his time, his mouth washing me, exploring, claiming every inch as his.
“Just seeing if you taste different here,” he says each time he sucks at a new spot. By the time he’s done, my body is covered in the tiniest purple hickeys. I touch each one when he goes down on me again, and come when his hands close over my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
Positioning himself between my legs, he sweeps the tip of his swelling cock through my dripping folds, rubbing himself against my sensitive clit.
His eyes flick up to mine. “I know we didn’t use a condom on Wednesday, but what do you want to do?”
“I’m on the pill,” I remind him, panting and squirming as he teases my nub. “And we’re both clean.”
He nods and licks his lips but doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t want any misunderstandings.
“No condom.” I pull his face down to mine, kissing him deeply. “I want to feel you, all of you, inside of me.”
He groans in my mouth, tongue vibrating against mine, and swallows my gasp as the tip of his cock starts pushing through my entrance. His hands slide along my back, dragging me up to his chest as he fills me with a moan, biting into my collarbone.
“You feel so good. So fucking good, Claire, like heaven. I’m throwing out every single one of my condoms. No more. Never again. Can’t go back.”
Giggling, I arch my chest into his mouth as he fucks me. It’s torturous, each thrust slow and deep, leaving me quivering in his arms, bucking my hips into his. I’m dying, going crazy. I can’t take this. I need to come and he’s doing his damn best to draw this orgasm out as long as he can.
“More, Avery, please.”
