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I want to feel her on me, and I want to feel her now.
“Reid,” she whispers. She squirms on the sheets, a long moan following my name when I touch her nipples. “I’m?—”
“That’s it, Avery. You can do it,” I say, and she topples over the edge.
She twists in my hold, trying to find the best spot for relief, but I keep her pinned to the bed. I work her through the high, only stopping when her eyes glaze over and she rests a hand on my chest.
“Fill me up,” she whispers, andfucking fuck, I love how direct she is. How she doesn’t leave any room for error because she tells you exactly what she wants. “I want you dripping down my leg.”
I’m a simple man, and that makes me lose control.
My release hits me, and I groan. My muscles spasm and I see spots in my vision as I spill inside her.
I don’t know how long it takes me to calm down, just that I fall onto the mattress and take a deep breath.
“Fuck,” I draw out, opening an eye. “You killed me.”
“I’ll send flowers to your grave.” She stretches out her legs and lifts her arms over her head. “Look at the mess we’ve made.”
“Imade.” I reach over and tap her knee. “Open up. Let me see.”
This is my favorite part. Avery opens her thighs, and I groan again. I graze over her pussy and the thick liquid sticks to my fingers.
Ruin me, Reid.
I’d like to do that again.
“Do you like what you see?” she whispers, and I bob my head.
I fuckinglovewhat I see.
It’s the most possessive I’ve ever felt, and a word echoes in my head.
Mine.
For the first time since we started this thing between us, I wonder what it would be like if she were mine for real.
Would we have the same chemistry?
The same tension?
Would we say the same things to each other, or would it get boring after fifty, one hundred, a thousand times?
I don’t think anything with Avery could be boring.
“Can I clean you up?” I ask, because I have the urge to take care of her. To make her as good as new.
“I was thinking we could go somewhere like this. Still messy.” Avery nudges my hand away and replaces it with her own. “No one would know.”
“Next time,” I rasp, finding my voice. “Let’s take a shower first.”
When we climb into her bed an hour later, I pull her flush against me. Her back rests against my chest and her hands find mine. I sigh, content.
We’ve had a couple sleepovers. There have been a few times after we’ve finished where it’s too late for her to catch the Metroor an Uber, but it’s early tonight. It’s barely nine, and I’m not sure if she wants me to stick around.
“I’m tired,” she yawns, drawing her knees to her stomach. “It just hit me.”
“Go to sleep if you want.” I kiss the top of her head. “You don’t have to keep me entertained.”
