Page 81 of More Than Anything

Dinner was over and they all strolled out into the parking lot, sluggish from the feast. “See you at the house?” Avery asked Jason.

“I’m going to Danette’s. May stay over there tonight. Whaddya think, beautiful?”

Danette glanced around the group before she gave a half-hearted, “Uh, yeah, sure. Sounds good.”

Now Averyknewsomething was up. Danette not jumping on a chance to have Jason in her bed? That wasn’t normal. He was pretty sure Jason picked up on it too when his friend said, “If you’d rather I’d not…”

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s just that my place is kinda messy.” Avery had never known of anything being out of place at Danette’s. She was a neat freak. The few times he’d been there, he’d been a little afraid to move anything because she was constantly adjusting things and straightening. Her place messy? Avery didn’t buy that at all.

Lydia followed Avery home and in an hour, they’d settled in for a night of fun. She held the bottle of warmed honey over Avery as she sat atop him, and he grabbed it out of her hands. “No! I want to put it on you!” she pouted.

“No. I don’t want that all stuck in the hair on my chest and, well, everywhere else. But you, baby, you’re shaved smooth. I think that’ll work out nicely,” he told her, his voice a throaty growl. “Licking this off you? Oh, yeah. I’m into that. Lie down here.” Lydia climbed off, but not before he’d slapped the cheek of her ass with an open palm.

“Owww! Do it again!” she laughed. He smacked it again and she wiggled it, so he smacked it a third time. “Oh, yeah,” she purred, then dropped down beside him, giggling.

Avery’s smile was pure evil. “Like that, huh?” When she nodded, he straddled her hips, his cock thumping against her tight belly. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned as he drizzled the amber liquid around her nipples and down the center of her chest. “Dessert is served.” The bottle got relegated to the nightstand and Avery knelt between Lydia’s legs, lapping at her chest, making the sticky trail disappear, then moving to a hard, peaked nipple. Her back arched toward him and he ringed the rosy little bud with his tongue before sucking it into his lips and teasing it with his teeth.

“Oh, god, baby, ummmm,” Lydia groaned out. “You’re good at that.”

“Yeah?” He grinned up into her face. “More honey, honey?”

“Silly!” she laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Yeah, silly over your sexy little body, that’s what I’m silly over. You, woman, are the finest fuck I’ve ever had, know that?”

“Good to know. And you’re longer and harder and bigger than any guy I’ve ever known. God, Avery, you’re fucking awesome, know that?” she said, burying her face in his hair as he sucked the other nipple. “Ohhh, damn, that’s good,” she whispered.

“Yeah? How ’bout this?” He rose up on his knees, grabbed the honey bottle, and poured a thin, golden trail over the head of his cock, letting it drip down until it ran down his shaft. “Get this off me before it gets to my balls and you’ll win a prize,” he told her, laughing.

“Prize? What’s the prize?”

“A quart of cum.”

“Aha! Great prize!” Lydia laughed back.

Avery positioned himself right above her. “Open your mouth and say ‘ah.’” When those sweet pink lips opened, Avery pressed the head of his cock into them and proceeded downward. He felt her gag around him, so he drew back. “Try again, babe.” Another stroke in and she choked again. Drawing back again, he smiled. “Third time’s a charm, girl. Open up.” On the third stroke, he felt her reflex kick in, but he could also feel her fighting it, and his shaft slid deep into her throat. When he glanced down into her face, her eyes locked with his, and the tears that filled them hardened him painfully.

Ten strokes; that’s all he would allow himself, but when he pulled his entire length from her mouth, she whined. “No! No, I want it, babe,” she whimpered, and he smiled and let her take it again as she craned her neck and reached for it with her lips. He let her have it; he let her have every inch, and he gave her throat a gentle, rhythmic stroking, watching her eyes and nose run and loving the way she dug her fingers into his hips, drawing him in, shaking her head occasionally to feel his length move inside her. It was almost more than he could take, and he clutched the headboard, the muscles in his forearms and shoulders bunching with the effort of staying above her and holding back what was inevitable.

A half dozen more strokes and the inevitable became the imminent. “Baby, I don’t want you to choke,” Avery whispered, his voice strained, but Lydia just shook her head and instead of letting him stroke, she grabbed at his hardness with her lips, sucking harder, pulling and stroking faster, and Avery braced himself, waiting for the coming storm. Sure enough, three hard sucks and he poured himself down her throat, listening to her swallowing as fast as she could. Her nails dug into his hips and he told her, “Babe, let me up. Please? Stop, Lydia. Let go.” He could tell she didn’t want to, and when she finally turned loose, he fell onto the bed beside her, gasping for breath. “Holy shit, little girl. What was that?”

“That was me loving you. Like it?” she cooed as she nuzzled his neck.

Avery’s hand headed south and stroked her mound. “Oh, yeah. Now I’m going to have to work up another head of steam,” he chuckled.

“I can help with that.” Before he could speak, her hand wrapped around his softness and he felt himself stiffening again. God, the things that woman did to him, and he was going to treat her right, that was for sure.

His fingers worked feverishly, and in minutes she was writhing and begging for release. It never ceased to amaze him, the way the female body worked. He slowed his stroking and her body calmed; he ramped it up and she squirmed and groaned, her hips churning and legs shaking. He wanted to watch her fly apart, watch her overtaken by the fire he was stoking. She was so overwhelmed that she’d stopped stroking him, but it didn’t matter?watching her cry out and listening to her beg him to stop, to go on, to give her more, was what he craved. Satisfying her was his number one goal, and he knew he could. That was all he really wanted. Nipping her earlobe softly, he whispered to her, “I love you more than anything, Lydia. You’re my whole world. Come for me, baby. Let go.”

Lydia’s hands grasped the headboard as her body gave in and her back arched impossibly high. “OHHHHH, god, Avery, STOP! Please, baby, please? Please stop?” He didn’t quit immediately; letting her know he was in charge was part of the fun of it, and he knew she wanted that, no matter what she said.

His fingers left her sensitive little pearl, then slipped inside her, and the groan she let out was deep and full of longing. Dragging his hand back up her slit, he smiled as she gasped when it passed over her highest point of sensitivity. His face buried in her neck, he whispered against her skin, “I need to be inside you. I wanna fuck you. Girl, you rock me like I’ve never been rocked before.”

“Yeah?” she whispered back, smug self-satisfaction in that hiss.

“Oh, yeah. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.” Climbing out of the bed, Avery stood at the edge, grabbed Lydia’s legs, and dragged her toward him. After he pulled her legs straight up the front of his body, he slipped his hands under her ass and lifted it until her whole lower body was canted upward, everything about her open for his viewing pleasure, her body open to him and wet, so wet, waiting there for him. He held her still and shoved inside her, finding the exact position he needed, and then began to tear her apart.

His hard shaft bored into her, the head abrading that sweet spot inside her that made her scream, and he felt her tighten around him, the muscles in her belly clamping down as her channel throbbed around him. This was what he lived for, giving all of himself to her, taking all of her and giving it back in pleasure, and knowing that they were meant to be together in that way?in every way. All he wanted in his life was to be the man who put a smile on her face, the one who made her laugh, who knew she’d sleep soundly if he was next to her, who’d be there when their first baby was born, when their kids graduated from high school, when…

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