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“Yes.”
“Put your weight on my arms. I’m going to fuck your face while I eat this juicy pussy.”
Her responsiveness was such a turn on. Without hesitation, she leaned forward until my hands cupped the front of her shoulders. Splaying my legs wide, I lowered her until her mouth engulfed my dick. I wished I’d tied her hands before we started this, but she seemed content to hold them behind her back of her own accord.
I moved her over my dick, enjoying the burn in my shoulders at holding her weight. Once I found the right positioning and settled into a nice rough pace, I wrapped my lips around her labia and sucked hard, using just enough teeth to make her flinch. Fuck, she tasted amazing, and I felt my dick harden against her tongue as she retaliated with the barest scrape of her own teeth. Brat.
I worked my tongue around her pussy, plunging into her channel just to feel the squeeze and avoiding the one place she desperately wanted me.
Many women I’d been with had fallen into the habit of only seeking clitoral stimulation for orgasm, and I would use it if I had to, but I had the feeling Avery was capable of more. Fucking her a few more times with my tongue while I thrust my hips up, hitting the back of her throat, I moved higher up, massaging her perineum with undulating strokes. The sensation made her gasp, and I didn’t miss the way her hips dropped subtly. She may not even have been conscious of it, but I moved farther still, circling around her asshole with firm strokes.
She choked out a cry, her voice muffled by my cock, and I pushed up hard enough to smother her with my balls.
I wanted to explore more, but my lower back was cramping with the need to come so, balancing her weight on one hand, I pushed three fingers into her pussy as I continued my assault on her sensitive skin and held her still as she screamed. As soon as she took a breath, I shifted my grip again and mercilessly fucked her face until I spilled down her throat.
She swallowed every drop, taking her weight on her hands and cleaning my dick with long strokes of her tongue that prolonged the aftershocks running through my body. As she slid down my body and tried to stand on shaky legs, I pulled her back to me, cradling her in my lap and taking a moment to breathe.
“We didn’t have a condom.” I felt the need to explain.
Avery chuckled. “I’m not sorry. I mean, I’m on birth control, so it wouldn’t have mattered, but that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, so I’m not sorry.”
I hummed in relief and lay my head on top of hers. We sat quietly for a few minutes, then crawled onto the sofa and fell asleep in a tangle of satisfied limbs.
13
AVERY
My body was still humming the next morning when I woke, unbearably hot, with male limbs wrapped so tightly around me I couldn’t move.
“Logan,” I whispered, nudging him with a shoulder and suppressing a grin when all he did was tighten his grip on me.
I’d never seen him sleep so late. We’d always been on this alternating schedule where he slept the first half of the night, and I the second. Wriggling around until I could see his face, I took a moment to appreciate the way it relaxed in sleep. He always seemed so tense. Either scowling or smirking, he had walls almost as tall as my own.
Except last night.
I’d come downstairs for a glass of water when I heard him shouting in his sleep. What he’d told me… I couldn’t imagine going through that. And to have no answers for how it happened? It would kill me. I hadn’t expected him to share so much with me, and in the light of day, the vulnerability he’d shown, compared with the wicked things we’d done, made me squirm. I wanted to do it again. I wanted more.
If he considered last night vanilla, I couldn’t wait to see what he considered kinky. Looking up into his face, I found those sherry-colored eyes intently fixed on me.
“Good morning,” I said, reaching up to place a kiss on his lips.
He hummed, sliding a hand up my back to tangle in my hair as he deepened the kiss. I pulled back, though his grip kept me from going very far.
“I have morning breath,” I hissed.
The sleepy smirk he gave me melted my defenses, and he shrugged, lowering his face back to mine.
“I really don’t give a fuck.” And he kissed me again.
He stole my breath and warmed my body so quickly I scissored my legs, trying to relieve the ache. We were still naked, and I realized with no little amount of horror that my breath probably still smelled of his cum. My face felt like it was on fire as he moved away from my lips, biting his way down my neck.
“We should probably go have a shower,” I hedged, groaning as he bit down hard on the juncture between my neck and shoulder.
He soothed the skin with soft strokes of his tongue before moving to my breasts to repeat the process.
“We will,” he murmured between bites. “I’m eating first, though.”
I protested half-heartedly, gripping his hair as he scooped my legs over his shoulders.
