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“Shit, Claire, we’re gonna need to wash the sheets.”
My chest rockets off the mattress, my head swiveling. “What? Why?”
“You’ve made a mess,” he says simply, tone laced with amusement. His fingers swipe over my sopping core, spreading the wetness all over my ass, before his tongue covers the wet trail, licking it right up. “I could paint your entire body with all your cum.”
With a deep belly groan, I bury my burning face in my hands and then stuff my whole head into the pillows where I can hopefully die a quick, painless death, face down. “I’m so embarrassed right now,” I puff out on a squeaky whisper.
“Don’t.” His hand slides between my face and the pillow, lifting me to him. His lips meet mine for a tender, sweeping kiss. Pulling back, Avery rest his forehead against mine. “Don’t do that. I fucking love you, and I love your body’s reaction to all of this. Just let yourself feel good, Claire. Don’t hide from me.” His lips slide over my jaw, down my neck, finishing on my shoulder. “Okay?”
I can’t stop looking at him. “I love you.”
He flashes me a devilishly sexy wink. “I love you wild.”
Avery disappears behind me while I rest my cheek on the cool pillowcase, taking deep, steadying breaths, trying to calm myself, which is pretty much impossible considering that thing between my legs. When his fingers dip inside me, my breath turns into a shudder, and when he draws a wet line from my pussy up the crack of my ass, smearing my arousal over my tight, puckered hole, I whimper.
And then he licks it off.
His tongue coats my hole, massaging it gently, two fingers plunging deep into my trembling walls, and my whimpers turn to full blown wails as I thrash wildly, not able to form any words at all, just sounds. My hips roll and thrust, grinding on the toy, riding Avery’s fingers, pushing back into his tongue. I want it all, but I’m not sure I can handle it.
“Christ, Claire, I love every single inch of you. Every. Single. Inch.” His teeth press gently into the flesh of my skin before the hot lash of his tongue returns and I come all over his fingers, not seeing a goddamn thing even though my eyes are wide open.
“F-f-four,” I stutter out, spasming around his fingers. I try to claw my way up the pillows, for what, I’m not sure. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t even know if it’s daylight. My senses are fucked, overloaded and overwhelmed. All I can feel, all I know, is Avery, and the way he makes every nerve ending in my body feel like it’s on fire.
“I won’t lie,” Avery starts, his sizzling touch swiping over me, gathering my wetness and coating the tight ring of muscle that makes my hips jerk, makes me arch off the bed. He reaches under my belly, pressing on the toy, kicking it up another notch as I shudder and bury my face in the pillows. “The possessive animal in me loves the idea of having a part of you that nobody else ever has.”
I get what he means, I really do. There are parts of me that hate the thought that I’ve shared this man with so many other women before me. That other women have gotten to experience his kisses, his tongue, his touch. That any woman has had his undivided attention for any amount of time, because that’s a feeling I want to bathe in.
But what do I have that no one before me ever has? His heart. His love. His unwavering commitment and devotion. The gentleness in his soul that he doesn’t let just anybody see. The words that leave his lips when he’s overcome with a tired haze, right on the cusp of giving into sleep. Those sweet nothings where he tells me how much he loves me, how I make him feel, how he wouldn’t change a single thing about his life because it led him to me.
I have that, and nobody else does.
So I understand what Avery’s saying. But doesn’t he know that he already has so much more of me than anybody ever has? Doesn’t he know how completely and irrevocably his I am?
I’m brought back down to earth, to this incredibly erotic moment, when the pad of Avery’s thumb moves methodically over that hole, stroking me tenderly, massaging. His generous lips, soft and supple, dance along the curve of my backside, the delicate skin on the inside of my thighs, while he murmurs how much he loves me, his words a gentle caress that makes my entire body tingle with a lust and desire so deep, like nothing I’ve ever known before.
The tip of one broad finger pushes lightly at my entrance and my body tenses at the pressure, fighting the intrusion.
“Relax, Claire,” Avery orders lightly, running a soft, wide palm over the curve of my spine.
I take a deep breath. And then another. “I’m sorry. I’m trying. It-it…it feels good, I’m just so nervous.” My head flops to the side and I throw a hand over my eyes when I find him peering up at me from beneath those ridiculously long and thick man lashes he’s been blessed with.
Chuckling, he keeps stroking, tender and gentle. “So dramatic. Shoulda been an actress.”
A small laughs bubbles up my throat, and he pushes forward as pain sears through me for a split second before my body starts stretching, trying to accommodate him, as if we’ve suddenly remembered we like him and decided he can come on in.
Still, I pin him with a seething glare. “You asshole!”
He flashes me that grin that roped me in nearly two months ago in that dark bar, the one that made me forget all my inhibitions, all my problems, and made me drop my walls, if only for a few minutes. “What? You were laughing, loose and relaxed. There wasn’t going to be a better time.”
I work hard not to roll my eyes at his shitty excuse. “Is it all in?” I wiggle my ass a little, enjoying the pressure but hissing at the slight sting of pain when I move.
Avery laughs. It’s dark and ominous, and definitely not a good sign. “I’m up to the first knuckle.”
The blood drains from my face, I’m sure of it. “First…first knuckle…like…the one right under your fingernail?” My voice gets higher with each word. No, that can’t be right. Everything’s so tight down there, full.
His tongue peeks out, touching the corner of his mouth like he’s trying to keep himself from saying something that might get him kicked in the balls. It’s probably the right choice, because I want to do that anyway just looking at that smirk threatening his face.
But now I’m frantic. My head whips around as I look for anything hard to grab onto, something stable. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
