Page 74 of Leave Before I Love You
“Please, Henry,” Avery begs.
How can I say no to that?
I slide myself inside her, droplets of water still splashing onto both of us from the showerhead. I grip her hips and turn her toward the glass shower wall, pressing her body against it as I thrust myself inside her tight pussy. Both of her hands move to the glass, bracing herself, and my eyes catch sight of the erotic display in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Her breasts are pushed against the glass, and her lips are parted in a way that makes my cock grow even harder inside her.
I can’t take my eyes off us. Offher.
The way her mouth forms a little O when she moans. The way her eyes are heated with arousal. The way strands of her wet hair hang over her shoulders and her breasts bounce with each thrust of my cock.
She’s so tight and so warm and damn near pulsating around me, and the urge to come starts to build at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good,” I say, practically grunting out the words.You’re everything.
Avery whimpers.
I drive myself deeper and deeper. Over and over and over again.
And I can feel her body grow tight like a bow with pleasure. It’s as if each thrust of my cock is pushing her closer to the edge. It’s likeher pleasure is my pleasure, and there’s no in-between. If she feels good, I feel fucking good.
“Keep going,” she moans. “Don’t pull out.”
“Fuck, Avery. Don’t say shit like that.”
“Don’t pull out,” she repeats. “I’m back on my birth control. Come inside me.”
The combination of her words and her pussy wrapped around me like a vise is almost too much. I grit my teeth.“Avery.”
“Please, Henry,” she pleads through panting breaths. “I want it.”
There’s no logic in her words. But when it comes to her, there’s clearly no logic for me at all. Whatever she wants, I want to give it to her.
She’s an all-consuming force that I can’t refuse, and she’s the one and only woman on the planet I’d do anything for.
I drive my cock inside her, over and over, until I feel her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic waves and hear pleasure-filled moans escape her lungs.
And then, I come. Deep inside her. And it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my fucking life.
There’s no going back from this. There’s no going back from her.
January 22nd
Avery
Wednesdays are the Achilles’ heel of the workweek, but I can’t deny that spending every night at Henry’s place has turned the usual monotony on its head. Though, it hasn’t been easy keeping nosy, borderline-stalker June out of the loop.
The only night I was actually honest with her about my whereabouts was when Henry and I drove to Fort Lauderdale for Mario’s memorial service.
It was emotional, meeting his two sisters and his two brothers-in-law and his nieces and nephews, but I’m glad we went. If anything, it’s given me a small piece of closure on the tragedy.
When the sounds of busy office chatter filter into my ears, I realize I’m just sitting here at my desk. My computer screen stares back at me with its uninspiring spreadsheet—some stupid thing June sent to me to look over—on my desk at my dad’s company, and I scan the area for something,anything,more interesting than this.
Goodness. This shit is bor-ing.
Frankly, I don’t have a clue what I’m supposed to be looking at, and after spending the past few nights staying up way too late having hot sex with Henry, I’m too tired to care even as much as I normally do, and it’s safe to say that’s not much.
A yawn escapes my throat, and I tap my pen against the edge of my desk in a sad attempt to keep myself awake, taking a swig from my second cup of Starbucks this morning.
The office hums with the usual background noise—keyboards clicking, phones ringing, and distant murmurs of conversation—but it’s not enough to distract me from the monotony. There’s no drama, no secret flings, no fights or anything.
