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As if it were second nature, I obliged as soon as I crested over the hill and into orgasmic bliss. “Fuck! Avery!” I screamed as my body convulsed on the couch. The pleasure the overwhelmed me was so intense I felt as if I would burst. My body jerked and trembled for nearly a minute as I whimpered his name until my orgasm passed. He groaned just as I calmed down, reaching his own release. We both sat on our respective ends of the phone in silence for a few moments, slightly panting to gain our composures.
“Wow,” I finally croaked.
He let out a satisfied sigh. “You okay?” he asked.
“I…I’m great,” I stammered, slowly sitting up on the couch. There was another awkward pause.
“As many times as you’ve said my name this afternoon, I’m sure you won’t forget it,” he teased. I smiled and shook my head.
“There’s no way I can ever forget it, Avery.”
“It’s sexy when you say it,” he whispered. There goes that odd feeling again, I thought as my stomach fluttered. It was definitely time to end the call. I cleared my throat.
“Well, thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. Enjoy the rest of your day, Avery.”
“Thanks for your time, my little sex kitten,” he said and hung up. If I thought I could use a nap before, it was no match for the fatigue I felt now. I grabbed my cup of coffee from the table and took a sip, nearly spitting it out.
“Cold coffee is fucking gross,” I muttered to myself as I stood and made my way back to the kitchen. I poured the coffee into the sink with a yawn. “Fuck it. It wouldn’t kill me to take a nap.” Putting the cup into the sink, I headed to my room ready for a little dream rendezvous I was bound to have with my sex god.
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“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this night,” he said, easing me back onto the bed.
“Did you always know you were going to marry some chick you met on a phone sex line?” I teased. A deep chuckle resonated around me.
“I knew it the moment I made you come for the first time with only a few words,” he said, planting gentle kisses along my jawline. The world was dark around me, hidden behind the silk material of the blindfold covering my eyes. His body heat comforted me as he hovered over me, the smell of his original Hugo cologne clouding my thoughts.
He ran a finger up and down my throbbing core as his tongue drew circles around my nipple, eliciting a soft groan from my lips. My body trembled at his touch, craving for more. A sweet ache pulsed between my legs, needing to feel him buried deep inside me. Impatient, I grabbed his wrist and tried to speed up the motion of his hand, but he interfered.
“No touching what’s mine,” he whispered in my ear as he pinned my hands above my head with one hand. The teasing and foreplay became too much. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my wetness, torturing me endlessly as chills rolled throughout my body.
“Please, just fuck me,” I whimpered, feeling as if I would spontaneously explode from sexual tension. He settled between my thighs and locked his lips with mine, swallowing my cry as he plunged deep inside of me in one stroke. A growl vibrated from within him as he paused and released his hold on my hands. “Can I take the blindfold off yet?”
He pulled out and slammed into me again. “Not until you come, baby.”
Each delicious, deep stroke he put inside me brought me closer and closer to the edge. This time felt different though. It wasn’t just regular sex with my boyfriend after a hard day of work. It was the first time we were making love as husband and wife. Tonight was the first night of the rest of our lives, which made this moment even more beautiful.
“I love you,” I panted, feeling up his body until my hands rested on his cheeks. He moved his head little and kissed the palm of my hand, slowing down his pace.
“My beautiful wife…I love you more than anything,” he murmured. I held him close to me as his strokes turned from hard and rough to sweet and passionate, almost bringing tears to my eyes. Being with Avery made me aware of everything I’d missed out on while I was with Steve. Everything was always about Steve and what he wanted. I’d always put myself second to him, but it was different with Avery. Avery took my wounded heart and self-esteem and healed it with his love, attention, and patience. The love we shared was so overwhelming that the mere thought of it made my heart swell.
“Avery,” I whispered as a tingling sensation crept over me.
“I always love it when you say my name,” he said softly, kissing my lips.
“I’m almost there, baby,” I moaned, moving my hips to urge him to go faster. He picked up the tempo, pounding into me harder and faster. The tingling became more and more intense as I came closer to my climax, feeling as if I could burst.
“Avery!” I screamed, practically levitating off the bed as I crashed into my orgasm. He moaned as he quickly pumped a few more times, finally reaching his own release. His fingers caressed my cheek as he placed tender kisses on the corner of my mouth as I panted below him.
“Do you think you could handle this for the rest of your life?” he asked between kisses, amusement lacing his voice.
I let out a content sigh and nodded. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He was silent for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows above me.
“Ready to remove the blindfold?” he asked. I nodded without a word, trembling in anticipation as he grabbed the top of the blindfold and pulled it up. I blinked a few times and looked around the room. Burning red candles surrounded us and the lights in the hotel room were dim. I turned and looked at the large floor-to-ceiling windows and marveled at the twinkling city lights.
“Wow…it still doesn’t feel real,” I whispered as tears burned my eyes.
“It’s very real. I love you, Ashton,” he said, turning my face back to his and kissing me. I caressed his face as his tongue explored my mouth, finding comfort in his closeness. My eyes closed, I finally felt him break the kiss, grinning when he whispered he loved me once more. I opened my eyes.
“I love you—”
I shot up in bed, disgust and terror running rampant through me.
Fucking ew.
Why would I dream about him? How could my brain play such a horrible trick by having asshole O’Shea depict Avery in my dream?
I groaned and ran my hands through my hair. I needed to get a grip on myself.
Fast.
