Page 47 of Bound and Blitzed

She looks up at me, her dark hair fanned around her. Her lips are swollen from my kiss. Her eyes are bright, almost feverish.

I roll onto my side, laying along the length of her body. Then, I bend to kiss her once more. This time, it’s slow and gentle.

Our hands move languidly. My knee slides across her legs, my fingers gently massaging one of her hips.

Our kiss deepens. Valentina reaches for me, one arm snaking around my torso, her hand gripping my shoulder. I shift my body over hers, careful to keep my weight from crushing her.

She widens her legs, cradling me between her thighs as my hands slip up her shirt.

Her back arches slightly as my palm drags over one breast. Her nipple tightens, pressing into the center of my hand, and already, my mouth waters.

What will her breasts taste like?

I push her shirt up and over her chest. Dragging kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, I continue to squeeze her breast, loving the weight of it in my hand. Flipping the cup of her bra down, her perky, dusty-rose tipped breast pops out.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I tell her honestly. Then, I take that pretty nipple in my mouth and drag my tongue around its peak.

“Avery,” my wife moans, her thighs widening even more.

I suck more of her into my mouth, wondering how wet she is.

Unable to stop myself from checking, I slide one hand down her body and cup her sex through her pajama shorts.

“Oh,” she moans as my thumb presses against her clit.

Christ, I love how responsive she is. I’ve barely touched her, and her skin is breaking out in goose bumps. Relieved that her sleep shorts give me easy access, I move the seam to one side and slide my thumb under her shorts to drag up and down the lacy thong she’s wearing.

Slowly, I touch her through her panties. Moving my mouth to her other breast, I swirl my tongue around that sweet nipple and begin to rub slow circles around her clit. Her want seeps through the lace, dampening my fingers and making my body yearn to take hers.

I harden to the point of pain and still, I keep my movements slow, my attention focused on making this good for Lena.

No, not just good. The fucking best.

As my mouth trails lower, down the valley dipping between Valentina’s breasts and along the center of her abdomen, I finally give into my want and tug her thong to the side. My fingers are instantly soaked by her arousal, and I swear.

She whimpers, lifting her head.

My eyes find hers and I’m pinned in place by the vulnerability swirling in her eyes. This is a big deal for Valentina. I can tell from one glimpse of her face. The fact that she would trust me with her body slams into me. The weight of the responsibility, the importance that I get it right.

Fuck, it’s like being seen after years of just being looked at. Valentina is giving me a goddamn gift. Wanting to show her my gratitude, I spring forward, planting a hand next to her face, and dropping my mouth to hers in a deep kiss. As my tongue parts her lips, I push a finger inside her.

I capture her cry in my mouth and swallow her want as I drag my finger out. Push it in again.

“Oh my God, Avery,” she moans, clamping an arm around my back.

I continue my ministrations, adding my thumb into the mix to circle her swollen clit.

“Avery, please,” she murmurs, her eyes screwed tight as she buries her face in my shoulder.

I hold her close. “I got you, sweetheart. I got you.”

She nods once and then grabs my face, moving my mouth back to hers.

We kiss deeply. Passionately. Her knees are splayed wide open now, her body starting to rock against my movements. She wants this, needs this, and I’m going to be the man who gives it to her.

It’s a heady fucking feeling. The power of it courses through my veins like a shot of adrenaline. It’s a rush that’s akin to winning the fucking Super Bowl.

With my hands on her hot body, coaxing those sounds, this want from a woman as special as Valentina, I feel invincible. I feel worthy.

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