Page 143 of Off Camera
I want to love her, and I want her to love me back.
Avery works herself up and down, her movements turning wild. Her hair sticks to her skin and her eyes flutter closed. The sheen of sweat on her forehead glistens. When she parts her mouth, I drag a thumb across her lower lip.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, letting the words slip free and she smiles. “Today. Tomorrow. For as long as you’ll have me.”
“Yours,” she repeats, circling her hips in the way I like.
My breathing turns rough, and I know I’m teetering close to an orgasm. I drop my hand between her legs, touching her thigh. Her knee. Her clit and anywhere I can fucking reach.
“What do you need?” I ask. I close my eyes, afraid if I keep looking at her, if I keep watching her, I’ll finish before she does. And that’s not an option.
“You’re enough.” Avery sighs, pinching her nipples. She sounds happy. Content and satisfied. Because ofme. “You’re always enough, Reid.”
Her pussy tightens, the same sensation I felt around my fingers in the kitchen I feel around my cock, and it’s fucking fantastic. Heaven on earth. A place where I’d be glad to die. I groan and hold her in place, lifting my hips to thrust into her again and again.
I want to get her there.
I want her to be first.
What I don’t say with my words I show her with my cock and my hands, and time stands still.
“Yes,” she says. “I’m going to?—”
“Fuck. Me too, Ave.”
I follow her over the edge, moaning her name through my release. She tortures me, refusing to give me an ounce of relief until I’m whimpering. Until my legs shake and my hips buck, giving her every drop of the cum buried inside her and trailing down her leg.
“Holy shit.” She puts her hands on my chest and eases herself off me. She settles on the mattress, her hair across the sheets and an arm thrown over her eyes. “You’re the only guy who’s ever made me come when having sex.”
I’m weak.
My mental capacities are diminished and my limbs are heavy like lead. Still, I want to see her. I muster all of my energy andsit up. I grab her left knee and roll so I’m positioned between her legs.
“What—” She sputters out a string of curses when I rest my hands under her thighs and hold her open. “You?—”
“Want to see. Want to feel.” I push two fingers in her pussy, groaning when my cum coats my fingers. Warm, sticky, I pull out of her and drag my fingers over her skin. Up across her stomach and to her mouth. “Want to watch you taste.”
“Greedy man,” she whispers, sticking out her tongue. She sucks my fingers clean, a devilish gleam in her eyes that has my cock twitching again. That has me ready to go another round. “Such a bad boy.”
I blush and climb over her, kissing her. “And to think, this was all because you started talking aboutWatchmen. About what you said earlier. I hope you never feel stupid with me, Avery. Not when you talk about the things you like. Not when you ask for things you might enjoy. I want… I want to be a safe space for you.”
“You’re something else.” She kisses me again and laughs against my mouth. “A few minutes ago, you were fucking me within an inch of my life. Now you’re over here waxing poetic. Where have you been hiding, Reid Duncan?”
“I don’t know. Giving the wrong people my attention, I guess.”
“Been there. Done that. At least, that’s what some dude at a bar once told me.”
I smile and rub my thumb along the curve of her jaw. “I want to clean you up.”
“What else do you want?” she asks.
You here forever, I think.
“To hear all yourWatchmentheories,” I say instead.
Avery laughs again, softer this time. “I’ll tell you all my thoughts in the shower. They’re extensive, Duncan. I hope you’re ready.”
“Yeah.” My heart is lodged halfway up my throat. “I am.”
