Page 60 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
I’m addicted to the way she responds to me. How happy she seems to be with me.
I never thought it was possible.
My hand sinks into her hair and pulls her mouth up to mine.
Avery moans into my kiss, always so receptive to me. Even though I feel like a bull, crashing my way through my feelings for her.
Her touch finds my chest, running up across my shoulders as I lean into her, trapping her against my office door to kiss her properly. She opens to me as I dive deeper.
My desires shift. Yes, I want to touch her, lick her, fuck her, but I also want to show her that she’s more to me than that. And the thought that pops up is an odd one, but my whole experience with her has been outside of my comfort zone. Outside my wheelhouse. Odd.
I pull back to peer into her eyes again, distracted a little by the way her chest rises and falls with her heavy breaths.
“Can I meet him?” My timing is off. I know it is, but it will linger as a distraction in the back of my brain if I don’t ask. I won’t be able to fully enjoy my time with her otherwise.
“You want to?”
“Yes. He’s a part of you.”And I want all of you. Every piece you’re willing to give me. Some kind of self-preservation keeps me from admitting the entire truth. Even if I don’t completely understand the impulse.
A new, joyous smile breaks over her face. “Okay.”
I smile back, and she touches my mouth before I descend on her again, no lingering thoughts beyond the need to please her, to drive her to the heights of pleasure and make her crash down, only to do it again.
Her body molds against mine, grinding us together in the sweetest roll.
I spread my hands down her body, marveling at how small she is. How delicate she feels in my grip until she’s writhing with the power of pleasure. Avery turns into something more powerful than I can fathom.
A force to be reckoned with.
And she lets me touch her the way I please.
Sweeping my touch up her ribs, I squeeze her breast in my palm and rejoice in the soft sound caught in the back of her throat. I’m fucking drunk on her.
She’s in pants today, tight against her body. It’s easy to find the spot that detonates her orgasms. Rubbing it over her slacks makes her squirm. Avery tangles her hand in my hair and grabs a handful of my shirt. Her thighs spread to give me better access to her, and her mouth drops from mine so she can catch her breath.
I’m so desperate for her that I slow myself down, drawing my touch along the seam of her pants in long strokes.
Coiling against me, Avery’s struggling not to make noise, to control how much pressure I give her.
I lower my mouth back to hers, and she sighs, tugging my hair and rolling her hips. Her thigh brushes my stiff cock, and I dig in a little harder. She’s growing hot against my hand, her arousal clear.
It begs me for more.
I am more than happy to give her everything.
Her soft mewl of discontent when I stop rubbing her has me grinning against her mouth. Eyes dreamy and hazy as I pop open the top of her slacks, Avery murmurs quietly as I slip my hand down the front of her pants and under her panties.
“God, Wyatt.” Her grip squeezes in my hair again, the small pain making my cock jump with need. I don’t give a shit about what she might do back to me after. I just want to touch her, to hear her moan, to watch her writhe, to feel her tighten and come, and to know I gave it all to her.
I draw my fingers through her folds. She’s so damn wet that I’m coated in a few swipes. I groan into the side of her throat as I tease her opening and that well of moisture and trace my teeth over her neck.
Avery whimpers and shifts, seeking my fingers. I want to sink them right in, but I enjoy the way she squirms too much.
“I like how wet you become for me.” My voice is garbled against her skin.
Head falling back with a laugh, she cuts it off with a firm press of her lips. Her nostrils flare, and she hums.
I draw my thumb around her clit and thrust into her with two digits. It’s a long, slow glide that has her dropping into my palm. Hips tilting, she gives me a better angle to curve my fingers against that spot she likes.
