Page 33 of Target Me
“Yes,” she hissed, letting her knees fall wide as I laid her on the floor and crawled on top of her. Cupping her pussy through her shorts, I found the fabric soaked.
“I might have a tiny oral fixation,” she murmured, avoiding my eyes.“Like, not every day, but in the bedroom…”
I grabbed her jaw, forcing her gaze back to mine. “I can work with that,” I said, letting a wolfish grin spread over my face.
This was going to be fun. I made a mental note to print a kink list out and go over her limits. Shit, I should have done that before our encounter in the library before. I cared about her safety, and rule number one was open communication before play. For tonight, I’d keep things vanilla, but tomorrow, we would be setting limits and discussing anything she wanted to explore.
“Get naked,” I breathed in her ear, sitting back on my knees as she whipped off her t-shirt and shorts. I touched the curls between her legs, feeling the dewy softness stick to my fingertips as I ran them lightly over her mound.
“I want to wax this for you sometime soon,” I murmured. Her breath hitched. “Would you like that?”
“I’ve never waxed before. Does it hurt?”
I smirked, thinking of the times I’d done it for Lana. She’d always told me it was the perfect tool to use on a masochist. The burn of the wax, the pain of the hair removal, and the fact that sex wasn’t advised for twenty-four hours after the fact. Perfect for edging.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. For now, I want to be inside you.”
Avery groaned, opening her legs wider. Her pussy was flushed a beautiful deep pink, weeping with her arousal. Running two fingers up her slit, I circled her clit gently before diving down and pushing roughly into her opening. I pumped into her a few times, enjoying the way she squirmed on the floor, before scraping my fingertips along her g-spot and surging up over her.
“Open,” I commanded, holding my soaking fingers to her lips.
She obeyed quickly, moaning as I pushed my fingers deep.
“Suck.”
I positioned myself at her entrance and surged into her as she drew hard on my fingers, swirling her tongue around and in between the digits as though she couldn’t get enough of her own taste. The dual sensation of her warm mouth and gripping cunt made my mind fog. Electric pulses lit up at the base of my spine.
Pulling my fingers from her mouth, I replaced them with my tongue, delving past her lips in search of the taste she had relished. Her desperate whimpers drove me on.
Why had I resisted this? She was right there with me, stroke for stroke, taking all I had to give and eager for more. Hitching her right leg over my shoulder, I rose to my knees, twisting her body and pulling her onto my cock at a new angle. She howled.
“Logan, yes!”
“Fuck you feel so good, hen. You’re taking my cock so well.”
She mewled, reaching down to rub at her clit. I slapped her hand away.
“Naughty girl. I’ll decide when you come.”
She growled, the cutest pout forming on her lips.
My thoughts screeched to a halt as I realized why everything was so slippery and perfect. Shit. Condom. This woman was going to ruin me. Never, in my entire sexual experience, had I forgotten tosuit up.
Rearing back, I slumped against the sofa.
“What…?” Avery looked around in confusion.
“Come here, hen,” I said softly, holding out a hand.
She came to me immediately, a question in her eyes.
“You’re going to kneel over my face on the sofa.” She nodded quickly, raising a leg, but I stopped her with a hand.
“Face outward.”
She nodded again, swiveling until she kneeled precariously on the edge of the sofa, her pussy inches from my nose.
“Do you trust me, hen?”
