Page 87 of Resisting the Grump

A smile tugged at my lips as she braced herself against my shoulders while I fucked her like it was the first time, like I didn’t want her to know if it was for pleasure or punishment. And when her head fell back and she bucked her hips against me, I knew she’d surrendered. To me. To the moment. To the wild woman inside her. It was an incredible thing to witness, and I knew if she was willing to do that, it meant she was willing to trust me again. At least with her body. And maybe someday, if I was lucky, with her heart.

She clawed at my arms like she couldn’t take much more, pulling herself close so she could whisper in my ear. “I’m so wet for you, Oliver. I can’t believe how wet you make me.”

I can’t believe how hard you make me, I thought. My cock was about to tear through my pants. I pulled my fingers fromher, and her eyes went wide as she watched me suck her pleasure off them. "You taste even better than my cooking."

She steadied herself on her shaky legs. “I highly doubt that.”

“I can prove it.” I dragged my fingers through her dripping slit again and raised them to her mouth. “Have a taste,” I said, smearing her silk across her naked, parted lips.

She stared right at me as she licked them, and my lower body surged.

I kissed her then with an urgency that exhilarated me.I was so used to being in control, but she made me forget that. Made me forget myself. Made me forget everything but my body’s need for her. Which is why being with her felt so different. So good. She was the only woman I’d ever given so much of my heart to that she could hurt me.

She gasped for breath when we came up for air. "You're right," she panted.

I searched her gaze.

"I do taste good."

There was a fire in her eyes that made me feel so hot I was suddenly conscious of the fact that I had way too many clothes on. I had to get naked. I had to get naked and have her immediately.Every goddamn inch of her.

I reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off over my head, but as soon as I dropped it behind me, I froze.Avery's fingertips were undoing my belt, and suddenly, I couldn't do anything but breathe.

“Which begs the question," she said, her lashes flicking up at me. “How do you taste?”

“You know how I taste,” I said, my lower body surging.

“I forget,” she said, feigning a tone of innocence as she sank to her knees.

I stared down past my stomach, which tightened in time with my short, sharp breaths as she set me free.She looked up at me as she reached between her legs and coated my dick with her silk. Then she swirled her tongue around the tip of my swollen cock and started stroking me.

"Avery," I whispered.

She closed her eyes and slid her mouth down my shaft, sinking me to the back of her throat.

I wanted to say something, but I'd forgotten all the words I ever knew. All that was left was feelings. Feelings for her. Feelings about her. Feelings about what I wanted for us.I was up to my fucking eyeballs in feelings, and they only seemed to grow in intensity with every stroke of her squeezing hands and lips.

She fondled my balls and moaned, sending a torturous vibration rattling all the way up to my scalp.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, and she moaned so enthusiastically I pulled harder, triggering a wave of adrenaline that traveled through me before crashing through my hips.

Soon, it was hard to tell whether she was sucking me off or letting me fuck her mouth, but I couldn’t think, couldn’t stop, couldn’t fucking deal with the depth of my feelings for her.

When I realized I was going to burst, I stopped myself abruptly and stepped back so she could catch her breath. So we both could. Holy fuck.

She collapsed onto her heels and panted while I stared past my slippery hard-on at her mess of red hair and rosy cheeks.

“That was intense,” she said, looking up at me through wild eyes.

“For me too.” I reached a hand down to help her up.

She took it and rose to her feet.

“It’s not like me to lose control like that.”

She ran her hands over my chest and shoulders and looked up at me. “Maybe you should do it more often.”

I kissed her wet lips again and picked her up, tasting myself on her as I pressed her body against the wall. Then I slid inside her, relishing the sound she made as she sank down my shaft slowly and then all at once. The bed. I could’ve taken her to the bed. It was almost as close, but there’d be plenty of time for that.

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