Page 61 of The Woman

I briefly wonder whether this would be classed as normal behavior, seeing as it would technically benefit her the most and bring her pleasure, though I could argue who would enjoy it more.

Whether or not it’s considered right, I don’t really care.

I’m going to have my taste and enjoy the fuck out of it. I bury my nose in her panties, inhaling deeply. A gravelly sound rumbles from my chest, and I release the hem of her dress to rip her underwear off.

“Hold your dress up,” I order.

With the wet fabric out of the way, I push her legs further apart, then return my face to the apex between her thighs. The moment my tongue touches her, I turn wild. Licking, exploring, flicking her clit. I can’t get enough.

Her slender hands release her dress to thread through my hair and tug at the strands instead. Mewls and whimpers pour from her mouth as I continue my greedy assault.

My face is soaked not only from her juices but the water trailing over her, and every thrash of her body sends more water spraying out around us. I don’t give a shit.

Her pelvis tilts, pressing into me further and rubbing unashamedly, desperate for me as I am her.

I’m still hard from earlier, never really softening after the release in her mouth, and my pants are still open, so I grab hold of my cock and slowly stroke while I bring my other hand up to find her opening. She gasps and then moans as I push two fingers inside and then focus my tongue on her clit. After only a few seconds, I can feel her walls tightening around me, and it sends me into overdrive.

Pushing my fingers in and out, I press my tongue harder and stroke myself faster until I can hear those telltale sounds she makes when she’s coming.

“Phoenix. Phoenix,” she chants as her cum coats my fingers and spills out onto my tongue, mixing with the water. I lap up everything I can.

But it’s still not enough.

Pushing to my feet, I grip under her thighs and hoist her further up the wall, forcing her legs around my waist. Her breathing is still ragged, and she’s barely come down from her orgasm when I push inside her again.

Her arms come around my neck, and she presses her lips to mine in a searing kiss, swirling her tongue with mine and nipping at my bottom lip. I let her have her way for a moment before reaching up and gripping her chin, forcing her face back so I can look at her.

“Do you see what you do to me?” I emphasize it with a hard thrust, her mouth forming an O and her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation before opening once more.

“I like what I do to you,” she breathes out with a tilt of her lips.

I fuck her harder for it and tighten my grip on her chin. With every hard thrust of my hips, water splashes around us.

I never wanted this, never wanted to want her. And now here I am, fucking obsessed with this woman.

Leaning forward, I first capture her lips in a kiss, losing myself in the way hers feel against mine, then I move to her jaw and down to her neck, where I love to leave marks on the soft flesh. Her panting is heavy and fast in my ear, indicating she’s close again.

Pulling back, I cup her cheeks so I can watch as she comes undone around me. After a handful of thrusts, her mouth drops open and her muscles tighten. Her eyes want to close, but I want them on me.

“Keep your eyes open,” I whisper.

The fact that she obeys me stirs the fire burning inside my body.

Staring right at me with those unique orbs, she comes, and I come right along with her with gritted teeth and a groan resembling a growl. Pleasure consumes me as I fill her up, everything tensing before my muscles turn lax, finally feeling sated.

My hands slowly lower, drifting down her body until they’re resting against her thighs, still wrapped around me. I drop my forehead to her shoulder, catching my breath while the water runs over my head and cools me down.

We’re both completely soaked, and water has spread in every direction on the ground.

My head feels light, my body torn apart, but I also feel stable and completely whole. She twists me up and jumbles up everything I thought was my reality.

It’s like when you’re looking through a kaleidoscope, and all you have to do is turn it, merely a fraction, but the image is completely different.

Finally pulling out, I lower her to the ground and then reach to pull up my drenched pants and boxer-briefs, the feel of Avery’s eyes on me while she remains where she is.

“Shouldn’t you deal with whatever was wrong earlier?”

“I did,” I reply, straightening out her dress and grazing my knuckle against her cheek.

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