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When she tosses them on the floor and rests her hands on her thighs, spreading herself open for me.
When she looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes, the ball in my court.
“Fuck, baby.” I drop to my knees and put my palms on her thighs. “That picture you sent me last night didn’t do your cunt justice. You’re so goddamn pretty.”
“So hurry up and eat,” she says urgently, one hand moving to the back of my head. She knocks my glasses off, and I don’t care that I can’t see. “Please.”
“Fucking love when my beauty queen begs for me,” I murmur, my beard grazing her bare skin. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
Avery tries to tell me something else, but I cut her off by licking a slow swipe across her entrance with my tongue. I push two fingers in her, then three, humming when she wiggles on the counter.
“There you go, baby,” I tell her, my free hand reaching up under her sweater and cupping one of her tits. “Show me how much you want it.”
She groans, and I fucking love that sound. I’d stay on my knees for the rest of my life if it meant I got to hear that noise on repeat.
“Reid,” she pants. Her grip on my hair is sharp and stinging. She yanks on the ends and I nearly fall forward. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” I circle her clit with my tongue and savor the taste. “You gonna come for me?”
“A little more. I can take a little more,” she tells me, and I kiss her knee.
“You can, can’t you? Deep breath, Ave. Let’s get you nice and ready for me.”
I add my pinky, careful to start slow. I listen to her breathing, to the glide of my fingers and how she starts to whisper my name. When she relaxes, I find the pace she likes. The rhythm that mimics how she likes to be fucked. Thoroughly, roughly.
Avery clenches around my fingers, and I pull my mouth away. She’s blurry, more like a blob than the fucking knockout I know her to be, but I want to watch her come undone. I want to see the woman who’s usually so put together, the face of professionalism and decorum fall apart, all because she’s fucking desperate for me.
“Reid,” she says again, and I swear I don’t know if my name sounds more like a prayer or a curse. “I’m going to?—”
“All over my fingers, Avery. You know I like it when you make things messy.”
She’s the only woman I’ve been so vocal with.
Avery unlocked a beast inside me.
Ever since that very first night we were together, back when she told me she was loud and enthusiastic, I wanted to match her. I wanted her to know I get off on getting her off. I wantedher to know I like being here with her. I wanted her to know I’ll take anything she gives me.
I’ve never been greedy, but with her, I take what I fucking want.
And right now, I want her dripping down my hand.
“Shit,” she curses, her fingers back in my hair. She presses me to the apex of her thighs, holding me in place, and she falls over the edge. “Fuck, that’s?—”
“All of it, Ave. Every drop.”
She cries out and I feel her pulse around me. She gasps for a breath and I work her down from the high, slow to pull out of her. Her thighs shake, and with my clean hand, I rub up and down her leg.
“How—” She gulps down another breath. “How are you so good at that?”
“Am I good at it?” I ask.
If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.
“You made me come on a kitchen counter, Reid. While I’m still wearing my clothes. You’re fucking fantastic at it.”
“Oh.” I lick my lips and blush. I suck on my fingers, tasting her again, and she watches me with heated eyes. “Thank you.”
Her gaze drops to the front of my jeans where I’m painfully hard. My cock aches and it wouldn’t take long for me to finish, but her stomach rumbles. I laugh and stand, fixing her skirt and helping her to the ground.
