It’s the barest movement but she leans forward. Yet, she’s still tentative as she says, “I can’t promise I won’t sign the papers.”
“I’m not asking you to. I just want to make you feel good as long as you don’t make me be just your friend.”
“I want to feel good, Wes. Make me feel good.” Her voice quivers with need and her thighs press together.
I fall to my knees landing hard against the wood floors. “Thank you.”
I press up in front of her, hands skating over the soft skin of her thighs. She’s toned with lean muscle after hours of preparing for this tour, creating hard shifting lines under my touch.
My fingers disappear under her shirt and hook into her shorts, and the plane of her stomach tightens on a ragged breath. “Avery, baby, can I have a taste?”
I look up to find her nodding. Her hair has started to spring free from its tie, sending strands tumbling over her shoulders.
“Words. I want to hear how much you want this. Do you want me to make you come harder than you did the other night when you rubbed yourself all over my thigh?”
“As if you can. I was getting myself off. You barely did anything.”
“Those are fighting words, Ave.” Fuck. I love this version of her. How even when she’s desperate for me, she doesn’t dull her words.
“Do your worst. Prove me wrong.”
“You’re my favorite challenge.”
With one swift tug, I yank her shorts and underwear off her legs, easing them over her feet to make sure she doesn’t trip. And there’s the added benefit of grabbing her black cotton thong and slipping it in my back pocket.
I run a single finger through the folds of her labia. “So fucking wet. Were you already thinking about me when I got here? What you hoped I would do to you if I were here?”
“No.”
Leaning in, I blow lightly against her clit, pulling a choked yelp from her parted lips as she jerks. She tries to touch herself, but I grab her wrists and pin them to the wall. “Liar. What do I do in your head?”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“And I bet you’d love to be full of me too.” I blow again. “Now tell me, so I can make your wish come true.”
She pants, rubbing her legs together. “Your mouth on me. You were always so good at that. Then you fuck me. We never did, but I can’t help but think about what it would be like.”
We never had sex and we’re not going to tonight. “I’m not fucking you.”
“Why not?” she grits her teeth.
“Because you know that means something to us.” I pause and wait for her to tell me I’m wrong. It’s the one thing we never did, and I won’t pretend there wasn’t a reason why. We cross that line and there’s no returning from it. “But like you said, I know how else to drive you wild.” To prove a point, I slip a finger inside her pussy, curling it the exact amount she loves and immediatelyshe starts to writhe. As her hips buck, I capture her clit with my mouth and suck.
“Is this what you imagined?” I pull away, adding a second finger and feeling her clamping around me.
“You talk less in my fantasies.”
“Well, then I assume they involve something like this then.” The pad of my tongue meets her core in a long, controlled stroke that shuts her up. Fuck, I love seeing her body like this.
I need more. Gripping her thigh, I pull it over my shoulder, giving me better access to fuck her with my fingers as I lap at her. I’ve been starving, and at long last can feast.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling in a shock of pain that goes straight to my dick. But it’s not about me tonight. I work her into oblivion, my fingers dripping from how well she soaks them.
“Wes,” she moans as her pussy spasms around my fingers. My name on her lips as she comes? Yeah, I fucking love it.
I expect her to ask me to leave, but when I crawl into bed next to her she lies on my chest. I nearly forgot about this. How Avery Sloane, despite her sharp teeth, loves to cuddle.
To be held. Treated with tenderness.
