Page 69 of The Woman

That damn pleading look does me in. I can’t deny her when she’s looking at me like that.

It takes effort, but I relax back, letting her push me to recline against the tub again, a pleased smile curving her lips. I rest my hands on her thighs, and I have to stop myself from pushing her back and forth over me.

Her touch is sensual as she glides her hands over my chest first and then to other parts of my body. Impatience grows with every pass of her hands on me while I simultaneously enjoy every second of it.

Finally, gripping me in her hand, she lifts and then positions me at her opening. A heavy breath passes through her lips as she slides down, and I grit my teeth at the sensation.

Once fully seated, she rocks her hips back and forth, her hands placed on my chest for stability. I dig into the flesh of her thighs, trying hard not to take over. It’s not that she’s not doing a fucking fantastic job, and I’m not on a fast track to pure ecstasy, but that compulsion in me to take charge is ever present.

She rocks faster, leaning in to kiss me and nibble at my lips. I groan into her mouth, my restraint almost slipping.

This woman has such a hold on me. And she’s a WOUN of all people.

Avery begins lifting at the same time she swivels her hips, and I about lose it.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

She smiles, giving me a look that tells me she already knew it would but is pleased nonetheless. Then she moves faster, harder.

Pleasure floods my groin, tingles spreading out from the area. Her nails press into the skin of my chest, and her muscles tighten around me at the same time.

With her head thrown back, moaning loudly, she comes.

That has the very thin string that was holding me back snapping. The second she comes down from her high, I thrust hard up into her, taking hold of her breasts and squeezing them. The vision of her bouncing on my cock will remain in the forefront of my mind for a long time. Reaching up, I press on her shoulders, pushing them down at the same time I rut into her, trying to get deeper.

One of Avery’s hands disappears behind her, and in the next second, I feel her probing me in an area I didn’t think could feel good. She does nothing more than press the area, but it somehow intensifies all the feelings building.

Each thrust has the pressure of her finger increasing, and since I was already on the verge of coming, it only takes a few more pumps before the combined sensations overwhelm me, and I release inside her with a loud groan vibrating through my throat.

Dropping my head back, I suck in deep breaths, trying to come down from the extreme orgasm I just had. Shit. I feel Avery’s head drop to my shoulder, but I’m too exhausted to wrap my arms around her.

“We made a mess with the water again,” she mumbles, amusement in her voice.

A grunt is all I manage to get out in response.

At least I know she is successfully distracted from the events from today.

Chapter 29

Avery

“Are you really not going to tell me where we’re going?”

This isn’t the first time, nor do I think it’ll be the last time Phoenix decides to keep his mouth shut when I want to know what we’re doing. I think he gets enjoyment out of leaving me in the dark. No doubt some sort of power trip for him.

I huff out a breath and cross my arms, turning to look out the window when all he does is glance at me with his eyes alight and the tiniest hint of a smirk on his beautiful lips. I don’t think other people would even be able to tell that he’s smiling.

I trust him with my life, so it’s not worrying about where we’re going. I just wanted to know.

He came home after work and saw me drawing the city skyline from my seat on the floor by the large windows. After kissing my cheek and taking a good look at my sketch, he walked off into his bedroom and then returned without his suit jacket and tie. His dress shirt sleeves were rolled up, and clutched in his hand was a light cardigan for me.

Before holding his hand out and offering me the cardigan, all he said was, “Let’s go. You’ve been stuck inside for a couple of days.”

I was eager to get out of the penthouse, so of course, I grabbed the cardigan, took his hand, and let him lead me out with a genuine smile on my face.

But not without asking where we were going more than once.

Staring out the window, I don’t actually take anything in until we seem to be going up a hill, then I refocus, looking back the way we came and then forward again. I was too busy pouting to even pay attention to when we stopped being surrounded by buildings.

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