Page 34 of Twilight Echoes
Running his hands down her back, cupping her ass, he parted her legs, lifting her to his waist, letting her feel the magnitude of the effect she had over him.
He lowered her back to the bed, kissing her other nipple, scraping it with his teeth. She rewarded him with the rolling of her hips and louder groans.
“Let’s get you out of these pants,” he murmured.
“Only if we can get you out of yours.”
“I won’t argue with you about that.” He fumbled with the button of her jeans and then yanked them down to her ankles. Once again, he found himself staring at Avery. Not just her nakedness but the woman inside. The kind soul he knew her to be.
“Your turn,” she cooed, her petite fingers curling inside his jeans.
He ripped off his shirt, tossing it across the room.
Her lips sizzled on his chest as her hands worked on his zipper. He growled behind gritted teeth as she pulled him from his pants, stroking softly. Her fingers glided across him like aconductor, bringing the orchestra to that pivotal moment in the music where emotions exploded.
In his dreams, she always came to him filled with need and desire.
This was better than anything he’d ever fantasized about.
She looked up at him, lashes fluttering over her lust-filled eyes. Her pink tongue flicked over his tip.
“Have you ever pictured me in your mind doing this?”
He watched himself disappear into her hot mouth. “It was nothing like this,” he whispered, barely able to form words. He fisted her hair, tugging gently, keeping her from robbing him of what little control he had left.
She rolled his jeans over his hips.
He took her hand, wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft before taking her nipple and twisting it, running his thumb over it as it tightened even more.
She cupped him and took all of him in her mouth. Her tongue twisted and twirled over his sensitive skin.
“Jesus Christ. Where the hell did you learn how to do that?” he asked, dropping his head back. “Don’t answer that.” He shut his eyes tight as a deep howl bellowed in his gut. He gripped the comforter with one hand and fisted her hair with the other. His muscles tightened, and with every breath, his lungs burned with the purest of passion.
She licked him like he was her favorite ice cream, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d melt all over her.
“Stop,” he commanded, tugging her hair a little too harshly.
Lifting her head, she smiled, her eyes glistening with the power she knew she held over him like a jib sail catching the wind, hurling the boat forward.
“A little more than you can handle?”
“You could say that.” He draped her body over his, kissing her mouth wildly, his tongue in search of her soul. Of everythingthat made her the most incredible woman the world had ever seen. The fact that fate had deemed him worthy of her humbled him.
He rolled her to her back, settling his face between her legs, inhaling an intoxicating scent that reminded him of coconut milk. He made no effort to tease and toy. Instead, his mission was to satisfy in the most primal way. His lips kissed. His tongue swirled and flicked. His fingers stroked and pinched.
Her hips rolled with his movement, and her fingers dug into his scalp, encouraging him to go deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
“Oh, yes,” she said with a panting moan. “Mmmmmmm.”
Wanting to see her face, he knelt between her legs. Two fingers glided in and out while he rubbed his thumb over her hard nub. His own release meant nothing without her climax.
“Yes… Oh God,” she said, her head bobbing back and forth as she clutched her breasts. Her body jerked and bucked as her legs drew closed, drenching his hands with lust, desire, and the purest form of love.
With a surge of urgency, he guided her legs open, his featherlight touches loving yet insistent. “Don’t stop. Keep it going,” he whispered, thrusting himself into her with a hard, powerful stroke. He paused momentarily, heaving in a deep breath before pushing a little deeper.
