Page 64 of Dean

His hands have moved to my ass, pulling me down into him with each forward thrust. His skirt is bunched up around his waist, baring him to me, his ass, his cock. Everything is justthere.

Hands grope and cling, nails dig into flesh, and breath hits skin until we’re both sweating and panting.

A broken moan slips from Avery’s mouth, his body shaking with release as I feel wetness soak through my pants.

Oh shit. He came. He came against me.

And the crazy thing is…I don’t mind it. Not at all.

I want him to do that again. I want to watch him come, want to feel his body tremble against mine as I hold on to him.

My hands clasp him to me as he slowly comes down from the swell of his orgasm.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs, finally pulling away from me. His cheeks are red, his pupils blown out. “I just came all over you.”

“Yeah. You did.”

He looks mortified. “I’m so sorry.”

My hands, still on his ass, tighten. “No.”

“No?”

“Don’t apologize.”

He glances down at where our bodies are still connected, eyeing my bulge. “Oh.Oh.”

“Seems you’re unable to speak, Avery. Usually you don’t stop.”

“I know. You made me come all my words out of my dick.”

“You house all your words in your cock?”

He huffs a small laugh. “Apparently.”

He steps back and then reaches for a kitchen towel. “Let me clean you up.”

I shouldn’t let him do this, but I do. His hand moves across my stiff length, making it twitch against his fingers. He’s taking raspy, shaky breaths as he peers up at me.

“Are you going to be okay? I mean, are you okay with what just happened?”

“I’ve been through a lot and I’ve been okay for years, Avery. I’m sure this won’t make much of a difference.”

That’s a lie. For years, I’ve just been existing. And I ache. I want more. I think I want it all. But I don’t know what I’m doing. I need to do some research, I think. I need to know how to please a man.

“No difference at all?”

“Just that…you know, it seems I may want a man after all.”

He peers up at me through those long lashes and nods.

“Seems you do.”

“Yeah.”

His hand lands on my chest, right near my thudding heart.

“I’ll go change,” I say, and Avery bites his bottom lip.

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