I wanted him.
Oh, how I wanted him.
As I’d never craved a lover before, I needed Avery at that moment. I sweated for his touch, the press of his body against mine. I thrust my hips against his, feeling the hard knot within his trousers. Spreading my thighs, I encouraged him, demanded he spend his emotions within me.
Avery, his arm around my lower back, bent me over it. His hot lips, his devilish tongue, stroked between my breasts. I moaned in heat as he licked and sucked my flesh, nipping, biting, leaving marks that are hard to explain without blushing.
“Jacy,” he muttered, his voice thick. “I need you.”
“I’m here,” I said around my swollen tongue. “I’m here.”
I needed him as badly as he needed me. I might not know the cause, but I felt his turmoil. It roiled through me, him, like a thunderstorm. I craved the touch, the connection, of another person, as much as he did. I might die tomorrow, but at least I’d feel a human touch before that happened.
“Jacy. Jacy.”
Avery’s teeth nipped my throat even as his hand slid between the waistband of my jeans and my belly. I gasped as his fingers found my clit, toyed with it, brought a gush of my arousal into my panties. I lunged upward, his chest against mine, as hedelved deeper, his middle finger searching my pussy. I clamped my lips onto his mouth, tasting him, loving him, needing him, even as his tongue tangled with mine.
His massive body rising, looming over me, Avery undressed me. His swift fingers nipped my jeans apart, shoved my shirt over my head. My panties shredded under his insistent hands. If I hadn’t slipped my jeans down, kicked them off, I’m sure he’d have shredded them as easily as my laced undies.
Naked before him, his hand swept from my boobs to my thighs. He slid down my body, his hands shoving my thighs even further from one another. I nearly yelled out as his tongue invaded my pussy, teasing my clit, my body responding to his remarkable tongue talents as they never had any previous lover.
“Stop,” I groaned, thrashing under him, my fingers tangled in his hair. “I’ll come. I’ll come.”
He ignored my request. His tongue delved deeper. I clamped my thighs to either side of his head, trapping him, forcing him to bring me to my climax.
“Stop,” I gasped, unable to handle the sheer forces that pulled me into their embrace. Never before had I orgasmed that hard. Not without a cock inside me. “Stop.”
He lifted his mouth, “Why?”
“Oh, God.”
“Can’t handle me?” He chuckled with an evil tone. “Just you wait, baby. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Nor had I.
He raised his body onto his arms, posed over mine. I gazed up at his leer, my body vulnerable to his invasion. I glanced down and I gulped, panicking, not sure that I could handle such a long and thick member.
Looked like he could read my mind. “I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, lowering his heavy body onto mine.
He was. Sort of.
When his thick, hard shaft thrust into me, I cried out. Both pleasure and pain accompanied his invasion, a burning sensation that quickly morphed into sheer erotic pleasure. He thrust in and out, gliding on my arousal, pinning me to the mattress as his mouth took mine, his tongue piercing my throat.
I moaned in sheer pleasure, my arousal growing, my needs rising. Tidal waves of sensations crashed over me. I gasped for breath, unable to collect a full breath as my orgasm quaked. My body shuddered under its force, claiming me, my nails dug deep into Avery’s shoulders as his cock spasmed deep with my body.
I felt his shaft burst.
His hot seed splashed deep into my womb.
A distant part of me realized the danger – he wore no condom. I wasn’t on birth control.
The other part of me exclaimed –woo, hoo! Live a little!
I wasn’t sure what part made the most sense.
He kissed my forehead and collapsed atop me, his shaft buried between my legs. His heavy breathing sounded loud in my ear. Sweat collected between us where our flesh came together, slicking and oiling us. I let my fingers dance along his spine, content to have his weight on me.
Avery lifted himself enough to smile into my eyes. “I could fall in love.”
