Page 12 of I Hate Myself for Loving You
Removing her jeans with one hand, he pushed them down past her knees, still suckling her nipple, moving from one to the other with licks and strokes. Slipping a finger into her folds, Lassiter teased her clit, trailing his finger over the tip of it with a light pass.
The ground was cold on her back, but it didn’t stop Avery from kicking her jeans from her feet, taking her shoes with them and spreading her legs wide. Then she pushed up to meet the hand that brought with it such skilled ministrations.
A fire erupted in her groin when Lassiter let her hands go and lowered his body to her abdomen, continually stroking her, rubbing the lips of her labia, planting kisses along her hips and thighs. Leaning over her, he lay across her belly and took a deep breath. His inhalation sharp, and a familiar act displayed when werewolves mated.
Scent was everything. Yet Lassiter wasn’t a werewolf… Not that it mattered to her. She didn’t buy into the nonsense that you had to mate with your own kind, and she never had.
Avery lost that vague, worrisome thought when he laid his head against her belly and stroked her inner thighs. Her hands threaded through his thick hair, luxuriating in its soft texture, pressing him close to her, letting the warmth of his breath so teasingly close to her core keep her walking the ledge of desire.
Over and over he drew his hands along her skin, setting patches of it on fire with need. Spreading her flesh with fingers that were assured and deft, Avery caught her breath, holding it and waiting for the ecstasy she knew his tongue would bring.
Lassiter didn’t dive into her the way most men had in her experience. He savored her, tasting her with light licks, stroking her with both tongue and lips.
Dragging his finger along her slit to stop at her passage, he inserted a finger with a slow glide.
Her pussy wept and Lassiter groaned, licking the cream of her with a flat tongue, circling her clit, sucking it until she lifted herself on her heels to grind against him.
The sharp swirl of orgasm fluttered in her belly and the last thrust of his finger had Avery releasing Lassiter’s head and shoving a fist in her mouth to keep from screaming out. It rocked her, shaking her entire body, left her trembling as it assaulted her again and again. Her gut was in a knot, her nipples tight and hard against the now chilled breeze.
Lassiter stayed between her thighs, letting her relax, kissing her with a gentle mouth. Moving back up to her lips, he kissed her. His tongue driving into her mouth, spicy and tangling with her own. Cupping his jaw with both hands, Avery opened her mouth wide, absorbing the heat of his lips.
Reaching between them, Lassiter pushed at his jeans and Avery’s hands followed right behind them, slipping into his underwear to touch his cock.
He groaned into her mouth, a low, husky, growl when she rubbed the smooth tip of his shaft, playing over the head of it before grasping it and stroking its length.
He shoved his jeans down, kicking his sneakers off with them and straddled her narrow hips. Rising on her elbows, Avery met his gaze, intense, dark and shadowed with lust.
Still clad in his T-shirt, it fell over Lassiter’s lean hips carelessly. The sharp definition of his hips, cut and hard, made Avery’s mouth water. She ran a hand over them, burrowing into the crisp hair just above his cock. Her fingers explored the ridges in his abdomen, kneading the flesh. Clutching his ass, she pulled him to her and lay back on the cold ground to let his cock hover over her mouth.
He ran a hand down the side of her cheek, caressing her jaw, cupping it, directing her to take him between her lips.
Scooting further down, Avery rested her lips against his hard shaft, licking the flesh with tentative strokes. He was long, thick and so hot it seared her skin. His scent was musky, male. It smelled of sinful thoughts and carnal desires.
Swiping her tongue over the cap of smooth flesh made Lassiter buck. Cupping his balls, she licked him from stem to crown, at first with a flat, slow tongue, relishing the taste and texture of his skin, salty and hard. Her pace quickened, until she enveloped him between her lips, arching her neck to take all of him, letting his cock rest in her mouth before swirling her lips back up his length.
His hiss of satisfaction carried to her ears on the sharp wind, cool and thick with the smell of sex, desire, need.
Lassiter’s hands found her head and with hips pumping, he thrust into her mouth furiously. She let her saliva moisten the passes she took, tightening her lips around his cock to form an O. His balls drew closer to his body, full and heavy, and Avery cupped them, rolling them between her fingers, skating over the sacs with light touches.
Lassiter growled, “Stop. Stop now, A,” his demand was husky, ripping from his heaving chest and ending on a grunt.
Threading his hands into her hair, he pulled her close to his belly, obviously fighting for control. Palming her head, he dug his fingers into her scalp and took deep breaths.
Letting her go, he moved down her body, slipping between her legs and hauling her to him, enveloping her in arms that were like bands of steel.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Avery lifted her hips, allowing his It had thick cock to drag between her folds. Her heart raced with anticipation. It felt like it had been so long since they’d been together, and she found all of her reasoning crashing around her.
The swollen tip of his cock pressed against her. Lassiter was thickly girthed, not outrageously so but enough to make Avery apprehensively expectant. It had been a while since she’d mated with anyone other than him and Lassiter sensed it.
“I’ll take it slow, Avery,” he murmured, hot against her ear. “I want you enough to drive into you without reason, but I’d never hurt you. Relax against me, baby. Relax,” he coaxed.
Avery took his gentle, husky cue and gathered a breath, focusing on the heaven that was his body, flush with hers. She let each plane of his body sink into hers, every ridge and silken muscle join with hers, and then Lassiter took his first stroke.
The thrust, a wet, sensual glide of flaming heat, took the breath from her and she clung to Lassiter’s shoulders, adjusting to the bulk of him.
His muscles were bunched with tension, but he held back until she shifted her hips and moaned, no longer able to contain the need. Holding her up to shield her from the cold ground, he took another deep plunge. Avery moaned when her clit scraped against the crisp pubic hair at his belly. His thrusts brought their hips in sync, sealing them together.
Sweat glued their hips, fusing them. Lassiter buried his face in her neck, his lips attaching to the smooth skin while he rolled against her, rocking them in a slow dance.
