Page 47 of Avery

"I've seen you jiggle, Avery," I lean down and press a kiss against her collarbone. "I've held this full ass in my hands as you writhed against my mouth, and I've seen your thighs quiver with need for me. Do you want to know what I thought about? Well, besides how amazing you taste and how sexy your sounds are?"

She bites her lip, looking down at me as I move my lips to her cleavage. She's still wearing her bra, but I'll make quick work of that soon. I wait for her to answer my question with a shake of her head before continuing. I press a kiss to each of her breasts, smiling when she whimpers.

"I thought about how you'd look laid out for me just like this. How your body would feel underneath me, how soft you'd be, how you'd move as I thrust into you. These tits are going to bounce for me, aren't they?" I reach behind her, unclasping her bra when she doesn't object. Her breath catches in her throat as the cool air hits her, and I chirp in appreciation of how beautiful she is.

"Yeah, these are going to bounce for me." I drift my fingers over her full breasts and lift them into my palms. I ignore her nipples for now. I still need her attention, and if I touch all of her sensitive places, she won't be listening to my words.

"I love your body, Avery. All of it. Your fucking amazing ass that I want to sit on my face right this second, and it will be as soon as I finish talking because now it's all I'm going to be able to think about until it happens." Avery giggles underneath me, reminding me about what I need to focus on. "I love your thighs and how I'm pretty sure you've decided you're going to kill me with them one day. I love your stomach and how soft you are. And it's going to jiggle when I fuck you because if it's not, then I'm not doing my job right, am I?"

She whines and lifts her hips off the bed. I help her out and pull her skirt and panties off her body, leaving her naked and ready to be devoured.

"I love your breasts because I knew they were going to be so big, so full, and fuck if you don't have the most perfect nipples I've ever seen." At my final admission, I lean my face down, unable to stop myself, and suck her nipple into my mouth.

Just like I expected, she's unbelievably sensitive there, and it'll only get worse the closer she gets to her heat. I try not to be excited about that because it's a rough time for Avery, but it's amazing to know how much kissing her nipples has her mewling and needing release.

"Do you need to come, Avery?" I ask as I pop her nipple out of my mouth and move to the other one. She starts to say yes, but her words are cut off in a needy whine as I suck her nipple into my mouth. I groan, too, because this is amazing. I appreciate her breasts just a bit longer, and then I'm rolling off her and smiling up at the ceiling.

"Phial, please," Avery whimpers from where I've left her needy and unfulfilled on the bed.

"You want to come, then you sit on my face." I tilt my head down so I can meet her eyes.

She whimpers again, a needy sound that has my cocks jumping in my pants. Avery's much faster about crawling onto my face now. She's worked up and horny, so she barely hesitates before I'm wrapping my arms around her thighs and pulling her down on top of me. I hiss against her when I open my eyes with her sitting on top of me, and I get the most amazing view of her breasts.

I keep my eyes wide open as I bring her pleasure, needing to watch every movement of her body, needing to admire her, soak her in, and capture this moment in my memory forever. This beautiful human is mine, and I can hardly believe it.

twenty

Avery

Aknock on the bedroom door wakes Phial and me from our slumber. He's wrapped around my body, curled over me, pressing me against the headboard since it's the only firm surface.

In the dome he's created a small section where he's piled pillows and blankets that he curls me into. Something about needing to keep me safe, keep me hidden. It's how his kind sleeps with their partners and young, the male on the outside blocking others from what he holds most precious.

I thought it would be a little suffocating, but it's actually much more comfortable than it looks. So, when he tugged me up to the head of the bed last night, curled me up into a small ball, and pressed me against the headboard, I didn't even argue.

"What?" Phial turns his head just enough to look at the bedroom door. At the same time, he pats around my body to make sure I'm covered in blankets.

"We need to talk." Skia's voice is a low rumble on the other side of the door. He doesn't expand on why or what we need to talk about.

Phial groans as he stretches his body out. Then, he rolls onto his knees and crawls to the end of the bed. I grab the tip of his tail as it swings close to me, and Phial's feathers all stand on end as he startles.

"Sorry," I giggle, dropping my hold on his tail.

Phial's eyes are wide as he looks at me over his shoulder, but he goes back to what he was doing before I interrupted him. He leans off the bed, reaches for one of my bags, and then hoists it onto the bed between us.

"Grab my tail whenever you'd like, but know we'll need some alone time if you do," Phial says, his scales shimmering before settling back to their new light green color.

His tail wraps around the luggage, the tip of it wiggling at me like he's tempting me to touch it again. I lift my hand to stroke it, but he pulls it back away at the last second. A laugh erupts in his chest when I shoot him a dirty look.

"Skia needs to talk with us, and you need to learn to control yourself."

I puff my lower lip out in a pout and sit up, letting the blankets fall from my torso and pool in my lap. Phial's eyes drop down to my breasts in an instant, almost comically fast. I cover them with my hands, and this time, it's Phial's turn to give me a dirty look.

"You need to learn to control yourself," I mock.

He hisses low in his chest before he scrambles over the luggage, holding me in his hands and snaking his tongue into my mouth. I squeal at how fast he's moved and then settle into the kiss, deepening it when his hands move down to my hands, covering myself and removing them so he can press himself closer to me, feeling me against his chest. When we're both breathless, and our hearts are beating rapidly, he pulls away.

"Perhaps we don't need any control." He smiles and reaches behind him, grabbing anything that feels like clothing. "But Skia is waiting."

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