Page 57 of More Than Anything

“Yeah, babe?” he answered, bending in to kiss her lips lightly.

“I haven’t done this since Landon died. So I hope you’ll understand if I’m not very good.” Her voice had started off strong, but it faded to a weak, shaky whisper by the time she finished the sentence.

He smiled down at her. “Not even by yourself?”

And he grinned as he saw her roll her eyes up and off to the side, her face pinking up. “Well, um, yeah, actually, I have done it by myself a few times.” He gave her a fake cough. “Oh, okay, more than a few. A lot, actually.” He chuckled. “Quite a lot.”

“Use a dildo?”

“That’s an intensely personal question!” she cried out, then broke into peals of giggling.

“This is an intensely personal situation,” he reminded her, eyebrows hiking upward.

“So it is. So yeah, I guess maybe I’m not as out of practice as I think!” she laughed.

Pressing the length of his body down onto hers momentarily, he whispered into her ear, “I do believe you’ll do just fine, sweetheart.” The feel of her hard nipples against his chest made him harder than before, and he couldn’t stand it. “I’ve got to have you, babe. Right now.”

Gently but purposefully, Avery used his hand to guide the head of his shaft into position and gave a slow, forceful push. The hiss that erupted from her beautiful throat told him he was exactly where he needed to be. Another inch and then another, and in mere seconds he was buried as far into her as he could go, smiling when she opened her legs wider and wrapped them around his ass as he dove deeper. He hit bottom and then gave a hearty push, and Lydia squealed out. “You good, babe?”

“Oh, god, Avery, I need you to stroke. Please?”

“No. Not yet.” Lifting her ass gently, Avery sat up on his knees and back on his heels, looking down at the spot where they were joined. It was beautiful, the sight of his cock disappearing into that tight, hot, wet little snatch of hers, that little strip of hair sparkling with his precum, her ripe, swollen little clit protruding from its hood. He raked a finger across it and listened to her cry out. “First time you come with me, it’ll be with me inside you. I want it to be like that, babe.”

“Me too, Avery. Oh, god, I’m so full!” she moaned, clutching at his hands as they gripped the tops of her thighs, his thumbs pressing into the flesh just below her slit. “Please? Do it, please? Oh, god, I need you so much.”

Still gripping her thighs, he moved a thumb to stroke her clit and watched as she wriggled and squirmed, crying out with every stroke. “That’s my girl. Yeah, babe, that’s it, that’s it. Lydia, come for me, baby. Please? Just come for me. I wanna watch you lose it, babe.”

“Oh, god, Avery, please? Please, please, please, please… ohhhhhhh!” Lydia squealed out as her body shook and her hips thrust. The rhythmic pulsing of the muscles in her channel massaged his length, and he could feel his balls hardening with every spasm. “Yes! Yes! Yes! God, Avery!” she cried out, her palms pressed flat against the headboard and her back arched. He let it go on, kept stroking the over-sensitized little nub, until she shrieked out, “Oh, god, Avery, stop! Please!”

A huge sigh escaped her lips as he repositioned himself, his body pressed against her again, loving the feel of her little feet stroking up the backs of his thighs. “Good?”

“I love you, Avery.”

With those simple words, Avery Holcomb handed his heart to Lydia Kinsey, drew his hips back, and stroked down into her for the first time. Her pelvis rocked up and into him, and electrical currents snapped up and down Avery’s spine. “Oh, babe,” he murmured into her ear as his hands slipped around her waist and trailed down to her sweet ass, gripping it tightly as he pumped into her. “Oh, my beautiful girl. I love you, Lydia. I won’t ever let you go,” he whispered, nipping her neck and then taking her lips, claiming them, devouring them.

They rocked together for a good while, whispering back and forth, and Avery’s heart sang every time another orgasm took Lydia down and pressed her back up toward him. He’d never been with a woman so in tune with his body, and yet she fed off his arousal and paid him back tenfold, her body responding in ways he’d never seen a female body respond. He nipped her shoulder and she cried out; she bit his lower lip and he kissed her?hard. When he rolled to his back and took her with him, he was overwhelmed with the sight of her riding him, her back arching, calves and thighs flexing, and smiled when the hands he’d trailed up her body found her breasts and squeezed her nipples hard, making her cry out again.

“God, babe, I’m gonna do it again,” she whispered out, and Avery was done. Flipping her onto her back again, he knelt between her legs and gazed down at her.

She smiled up at him, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He powered into her, pounding hard, bouncing her body as his slammed into hers. In under ten strokes, he felt it, that lengthening and hardening, and he could tell she did too, a lazy, sex-laden smile breaking across her face as her body convulsed again and he poured himself into the condom, what felt like gallons and gallons, before he dropped, exhausted, onto her and ran his hands around her to hold her tightly.

His face was still buried in her hair when he felt her legs wrap around his waist, and he rolled them both to their sides. Brushing her hair away from her face, he found those bright blue eyes gazing into his hazel ones, smiling at him, telling him everything her words hadn’t managed to say. “You okay, beautiful?”

She nodded. “Never better. I’m all yours, Avery,” she said and leaned in to drop a peck on his lips.

There was no smile on his face when he said, “And I’m all yours, Lydia. I’ll always be yours. After everything we’ve been through, nothing can tear us apart?nothing. We belong together now.”

“Yes. We belong together,” she told him back, her face serious and eyes clear. “We’re an ‘us’ now. I don’t want anybody else, just you.”

“And I don’t want anybody else. Just you. Forever. You’re mine.” He kissed her and, as her arms wrapped around his neck, Avery knew.

He’d gotten a good deal on that farm. But the southern charmer he’d gotten with it?

Priceless.

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“Which one’s which?”Lydia asked, standing there all sexy and hot, staring at the saddles.

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