Page 142 of Off Camera
“This is silly.” She folds her arms over her chest and shakes her head. “I’m so stupid.”
“Whoa. Hang on.” I stroke the space between her shoulder blades and frown, confused by her change in attitude. “You’re the furthest thing from stupid. Where did you get that idea?”
“I wanted to surprise you by reading the story you like, but it’s not that impressive. I don’t know why I thought it was special and a big deal.”
“That’s not—Avery. Could you look at me, please?” I ask, and she lifts her chin. “I didn’t mean that as a dig to you, and I’m sorry if it came off that way. I—” I huff out a laugh, embarrassed. “To be honest, I’m still in shock you’re here at all. Add in the wholenaked and on top of me talking about comic booksthing, and I swear I’m having a stroke. You’re—god. Calling you the girl of my dreams sounds so fucking cliché, but it’s true. If I had to put together my perfect person, every part of them would be made of you.”
It’s not a confession to how I’ve been feeling about her, but it’s close enough. It gets the point across, because one minute, she’s blinking at me with wide eyes, the next, she’s kissing me, her mouth on mine and a breathy moan escaping from her throat.
I touch her everywhere I can reach. Her legs, stomach. The hips I love to grab when I fuck her from behind. Her chest, my palm resting over her heart and feeling how our beats align.
Avery lifts off of me, pawing at my pajama bottoms, her intent clear. I switch our positions, guiding her to the sheets so I can strip down and be naked just like her.
“How do you want me?” she asks, slipping a hand between her legs and touching herself. When her slender fingers disappear inside her pussy, I can’t help but groan. “You made me feel so good earlier, Reid. I want you to feel like that too.”
“I feel like that every time you’re with me, baby. It’s always the best time of my fucking life.”
She arches her back. “I want to fuck you. I want to be on top.”
I try to speak, but I can’t find the goddamn words.
I’m too mesmerized by the easy way she tugs me to the pillows. Her laugh when she straddles me again and goes to pull off my glasses, stopping when I shake my head.
“Want to leave them on,” I rasp. “Want to watch you.”
“Greedy slut,” she murmurs in my ear, and I buck my hips into hers. “Look at you, Reid. Pre-cum already? You must really like what you see.”
I think I might love what I see.
She spits in her hand and wraps it around my length, stroking me up and down. I grip the sheets, my head lolling back and my chest pinching tight. When her thumb runs over the head of my cock, I moan her name.
“Avery. You gotta get on and fuck me, baby, because the longer you touch me, the less time I’m going to last. And I really want to paint you with my cum.”
Avery grins, the dimple on her cheek popping in the lamplight, and I make a decision right now to always wear my glasses when I fuck her. I like seeing the soft skin of her thighs.I like seeing her laugh when I practically grab for her, the giggle changing to a low moan when she sinks down on my dick.
“I almost forgot how full you make me feel when you’re inside me,” she gasps, rocking forward so her hands land on either side of my head. “Best I’ve ever had.”
I grunt and grip her hips, slamming her down on my length then lifting her up. “Tell me how much you want me. Tell me how good I make you feel.”
She licks my throat, and I hiss. Her mouth brushes against my ear, her breath hot on my skin as she dips her voice low.
“Do you know whose I am, Reid?” she whispers. “Yours. Only you can make me feel this way.”
Fucking fuck.
I don’t have any more self-restraint. I don’t have any more patience. I have to have her, or I’m going to go out of my goddamn mind.
Mine.
I want her to be mine.
Totally and completely, in every sense of the word.
I want to put a ring on her finger and maybe have a couple kids.
I want to grow old with her and sit on a porch, talking about all the good things we’ve done together.
I want to argue and fight with her and let her push me out of my comfort zone.
