Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“What did you just do to me?” she whispered against my chest. She was in my head again. Something shifted. What we’d just done—how she’d made me feel . . . Maybe it was because she’d been the first I’d had in over a month. Perhaps it was because I’d wanted her for longer than I’d wanted any woman without satiating my need. But I didn’t think so. It was as if our bodies were designed to be together. As if I could read what she needed, and it was exactly what I had to give her.
Before I could work out what that meant or convince myself I’d felt it before and just forgotten, she shifted, pressing her palms against my chest and lifting herself up so she could straddle me.
“I think I might have lost consciousness there for a second,” she said, smiling at me. It wasn’t her stewardess smile. It was sexy and teasing and warm, and I reached for her hips, wanting as much of my flesh to connect with hers as possible. She slid forward and I slipped out of her. I sat up and pulled off the condom, tied a knot in it and dropped it on the shirt I’d discarded by the bed.
I turned back to Avery as she slid her pussy over my cock, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
She wanted more.
And I wanted to give her everything she desired.
Her breasts pushed together as she flicked her hips, teasing my cock, which hadn’t had a chance to fully soften. She was slippery wet, her desire coating my dick. She might have just been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
She tipped her head back and the ends of her hair skimmed her waist.
Reaching across to the bedside table, I grabbed another condom before things got too far. This woman wanted to be fucked every way, and the temptation to fuck her bareback grew in me but there was no way I’d do that. She slid back, giving me access to put on a fresh condom, her tongue dipping out to wet her lips as she watched. My dick strained, trying to reach her mouth. Before I could roll the latex to the root of my cock, she knelt, nudging at my hands as if she was desperate for me to finish so she could get me inside.
Her impatience gave me a sense of smug satisfaction—I liked greedy Avery. I liked naked Avery. I liked everything about this fucking woman.
She linked her fingers through mine and held herself steady, hovering above me, my crown at her entrance.
She pressed her lips together and blinked, readying herself.
Slowly, she sank onto my cock, stretching to let me in. The pressure was the only thing I could think about, as though I’d lost my vision and the only sense I had left was the way her pussy felt. When I could see again, the sway of her breasts—high and full and perfectly curved—came into focus as she moved. Conflict swam through my veins. I needed the drag of her pussy, but couldn’t wait for her mouth. I wanted her sitting on me, wanted to be buried in her. I wanted her on top of me and underneath me, moaning and wearing that sexy smile. I just couldn’t get enough.
I swept my hands up her thighs and sank my thumbs just below her hip bones. It was as if they fit perfectly for me. I guided her, slowly, so my cock pulled out, enough to feel it but not enough that I missed her and then pressed her back. I closed my eyes. After the first, frenzied lust, this was just what we both needed—a slow, unhurried fuck. Something we could savor. And though I knew we’d be up all night, exploring each other’s bodies, I also knew it wouldn’t be enough. I’d want her again. And again. Just as I opened my mouth to talk about tomorrow, she slid forward so only my tip was in her. She pressed a finger to my lips.
Did she know what I was thinking? Did she understand that I wanted to see her again? That I didn’t know how we’d make it work but I’d find a way? My attention was caught by the movement of her breasts and I reached out and pressed them together as she slid back on my dick and leaned back, out of reach.
I couldn’t take any more. I needed to run this show.
I sat up and flipped us over. “On your front,” I growled. The languid fucking was over. I was in charge and I wanted her whimpering for me.
She smiled as if it were part of her plan all along and then rolled to her front, propping herself up on her elbows. Her hair tumbled over bronzed skin, and I pushed it back over one shoulder so I could see all of her perfectly smooth back. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, tracing my thumb down the river of her spine. Christ, she was perfection from every angle.