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As I pump him, I lean forward to lick the drop of precum. The salty sweetness of his come slides down my throat. I want more. I want him to lose control, but he has other plans.
“Nope. When I come, it will be with your sweet pussy wrapped around me.”
He urges me up on the mattress, then curses. He turns to grab his pants, giving me a fantastic view of his ass. God, that man is put together perfectly for me.
He pulls out a condom, rips the package, and rolls it on before joining me on the mattress. With one hard thrust, he enters me to the hilt. Even though I am swollen from my release, I can’t complain. I love feeling so full of him, the weight of his body. Then, he starts to move.
I wasn’t sure I could come again, although I almost did just a few minutes ago. I’ve never been a woman who had major orgasms because my mind tends to wander.
With Jon, it’s different. I feel safe, as if nothing in the world can hurt me, and for some reason, that makes it so easy to let go. As he rises to his knees, he drags me up with him. His fingers bite into the flesh at my hips. His thrusts are faster and harder, and I enjoy every minute.
Heat swirls and drops to my pussy, and I am coming again. This time I scream his name as I come.
As I am still coming down from my second orgasm, he pulls out of me and flips me over onto my stomach. I can barely think straight as he pulls me up to my knees and enters me from behind.
He starts thrusting in and out of me, faster and harder than before.
“Touch yourself, Avery. Come on, baby, I want to feel all those muscles on my cock.”
Again, I do as he orders, pressing my fingers against my clit. I come again, my entire body convulsing with pleasure as he thrusts into me once…twice…three times more before he shouts my name, his fingers digging into my flesh as he lets go.
Moments later, before I collapse on the bed, our heavy breathing is the only sound in the room.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Jon
Itoss the condom in the trash and glance at myself in the mirror. I shouldn’t feel this good, this centered. I just fucked Avery O’Bryan, and it was glorious. I didn’t think this would happen when she tackled me less than a week ago. She should be my nemesis, stealing my house, disrupting my world. Instead, I feel calmer than I ever have in my life.
“Uh.”
What the fuck is that about? And why am I worrying about this when there is an amazing woman in bed?
I push all my worries aside, then return to the bedroom.
“I don’t think you need to give me the stink eye, Meredith. He’s a human. He wasn’t going to marry you.”
Meredith sits on the chair beside the bed, staring at Avery like she stole her boyfriend.
“Seriously, you would think you’re plotting my death.”
“She might be.”
Avery looks over at me, her gaze traveling down my body. She sighs. “You are amazingly put together, Jonathon Howard.”
“Why, thank you. Right back at ya.”
She smiles at me, her eyes dancing. “Going to snuggle with me, or are you one of those people who needs space?”
I want to deny her. Usually, I tend to like my own space. It’s one reason I like to return to my place, even when I’m dating someone. But I need her in my arms, to feel her body against mine.
What the hell is that about?
“I won’t be mad. I completely understand. I’m usually the first one to leave.”
I feel it has more to do with leaving the relationship than leaving the bed. Opening my mouth to tell her that, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, I snap my mouth shut and head to the bed. I slip beneath the sheets. I pull her against me.
“I would rather snuggle.”
