Except, not quite. There’s something weighing her down, like a secret between her teeth.
I have the same pressure in my own chest.
Last night was supposed to burn it out of us. As usual, I woke up needing more.
I slide my hand across her stomach. She shivers. I dip lower. She parts her thighs, breath catching, wet and ready.
Always.
“You didn’t get enough either.” My lips brush her ear.
She turns to face me, eyes dark, mouth already parted. I slip two fingers into her and her whole body arches.
“Fuck,” she cries out. “You’re gonna start something.”
“I’m gonna finish somethin’.”
I move down her body, no hesitation. I eat her like I’m starving. My tongue deep in her pussy, fingers curling up, lapping at her clit like I own it. She writhes, canting and writhing against my mouth, one hand in my hair and the other flat against mattress like she’s trying to keep herself grounded.
She’s a mess in minutes. Coating my chin. Whispering curses.
When I climb back up, she grabs my cock, strokes. Her thumb smears precum across the tip and I hiss.
“Need you inside me.” She bites her lip as she peers into my eyes.
“Turn over.”
Her eyes flare and she obeys.
She gets on all fours, ass up, glancing back at me like she knows exactly how good she looks. I guide my cock into her soaked entrance. Her pussy swallows me perfectly.
Avonna half growls, half trills in prayer.
I grab her hips and start to fuck her. The sound of skin on skin mingled together with wetness echoing between us. Her face is buried in the sheets, hands clawing at the mattress.
“Take it,” I growl. “Take my cock, Avonna.”
“Yes,” she warbles. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I snap my hips, driving into her like she’s mine. She throws her head back, sweat dripping down her spine. I lean forward, one hand threaded in her hair, the other slapping her ass enough to leave a print.
“Tell me you love my cock.”
“I fucking love it,” she cries. “Your cock. God, Linus, you fuck me like no one ever has or ever will.”
She comes, trembling. I keep going, chasing my own release, and when I let go it’s with a guttural shout, buried balls-deep inside her, cock twitching as I fill her for the umpteenth time this month.
We collapse. Her chest against the bed. My body covering hers.
Sweat. Silence. Breath.
I can’t let it go any longer. If we’re going to make this any more than fucking, we’ve got to have a conversation.
“You’re hiding somethin’, baby.” I kiss her shoulder. “You can tell me anything. This is a safe place.”
She stills for a moment. Then exhales like she’s been holding her breath for years.
“Look, this isn’t something easy to talk about. I’ve told you about my extensive therapy.” Her voice is hoarse. “I’ve never shared the details and you have the right to know.”
