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Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is this for real? This is what I’ve been missing? I can already tell he’s going to ruin me for every other man for the rest of eternity.
But I do as he says, spreading my legs wide for him as he crawls toward me. Sliding his arms under me, he loops them over top of my thighs and jerks my hips down. His grin is pure evil as he sinks to the mattress, his face disappearing between my legs.
“Tell me something, beautiful,” he murmurs at the apex of my thighs. He lifts his head to peer at me, licking his glistening lips. He spears me with two fingers, and I cry out, clawing at his shoulders. “The first night we met, when I touched you, you were soaking wet. Do you remember that?”
I can’t speak, so I just nod my head. Like, seventeen-thousand times. He smiles, because he knows.
“You seemed surprised, shocked even. You looked up at me with the widest eyes.” He plunges his fingers deeper, harder, and bends his head to suck my clit into his mouth. “Why?”
I let out a low hiss at the feel of his voice reverberating against me, his hot breath rolling over my wetness with a sting, making my whole body tremble. “I…it’s…it’s embarrassing.”
He thrusts hard, peering up at me with hooded eyes. “Tell me, Claire.” The noise I make is stuck somewhere between a moan and a scream when he twists his fingers inside of me, curling just right and hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. “Claire.”
“I…he…he couldn’t get me wet!”
Avery’s eyes flicker but he never stops moving, making me shake, my walls clenching around his fingers, pulling them deeper.
“We had to use lube,” I wheeze. “Otherwise, it…it hurt.”
With a slight smile touching his lips, he bends and flicks his tongue over my clit. “But you’re always wet for me.”
“Always.” It’s a problem. Like a faucet with a drip I can’t quite fix.
“Is that just because he wasn’t a good lover, or is there something special about me?” His teeth press down on my swollen nub, tugging and pulling.
“Avery,” I cry, my fingers pressing his head into my pelvis. “I can’t…I’m gonna…”
“Tell me,” he growls.
“It’s both! Both! Please!”
“You wanna come?”
“Yes, yes! Ohhh, f-f-fuuuck,” I stutter. My legs start trembling, sending me well on the way to noodle-leg territory, just like that night in the elevator.
Reading my mind, he pulls his fingers out of me and smooths his hands down my quivering thighs, murmuring, “Noodle legs,” before he closes his entire mouth over my entire pussy.
And I’m coming. Jesus Christ, I’m coming.
I bend forward, tugging at his shoulders, trying to tear him up to me. “Please,” I beg. “Please, Avery, I need you.”
“Need me how?” he asks, wiping his mouth on the inside of my thigh. He climbs to his knees, sliding his hand up and down over his hard length.
Licking my lips, I reach for his hips. I need him closer.
He clicks his tongue and shakes his head once. “Use your words.”
With a growl, I push up against him, grabbing his neck and jerking his face down to mine, smashing my lips to his. He grips my chin and rips my face away, holding me tightly.
“Words, Claire.”
I don’t think I’ve ever glared so hard in my life. I don’t want to say the words, because I don’t want to need someone the way I need Avery right now. It gives men a certain power of you, parts of your body, your heart, your brain. Parts I’m not ready to give up control of.
And when Avery chuckles at my expression, it just makes me angrier, livelier.
So I tackle him backwards, straddling his hips as I grind all over him.
But Avery’s not having that. Quicker than I can say his name, I’m pinned beneath him, one hand wrapping around the base of my throat, his strong thighs squeezing my hips.
