I don’t care that, in order to be New Nic, I have to lose my mind a little—something that, perhaps, I could only ever do with Avery Hall.Because of who she is, to the world and to me, at this exact moment in time.And what does it even matter how we met?
“Come on.”As though this is her house, she takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs.She’s most certainly the boss in my home right now.
I follow her upstairs, taking a good look at her jeans-clad behind.At how her strong muscles move underneath her tight T-shirt.
“You’re so beautiful,” Avery says as she stands before me in my bedroom and I believe her effortlessly.Maybe because she’s one hell of an actor or maybe because it’s the simple truth.Either way, she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t think me beautiful.
She brushes a strand of hair behind my ears.“I’m not here to play games.To mess with your feelings.I need you to know that.”
She’s definitely messing with my feelings, but I don’t care.I just want her.My body is all aching need for her touch—for her promise.
“I know,” I whisper.We can talk later—or not.Again, right now, it doesn’t matter.I’m totally in this moment of madness—these few hours where I cease to be the old Nic.Because Old Nic has suffered.But I’m done with the pain.I’m ready for something else.I’m ready for this.
Avery takes a step back and hoists her T-shirt over her head.She’s not wearing a bra.I hadn’t even noticed, but—oh, fuck me.To have her stand in front of me like this is definitely a dream I didn’t dare to have.But reality can be so much better than any dream you dare or dare not to have.
Instinctively, I reach for her, but she swats my hand away.
“Nuh-uh.”She shakes her head.
Next, she toes off her shoes, unbuttons her jeans and slides them down those gorgeous, endless legs of hers.She might be wearing panties, but not for long.She steps out of them, then stands in front of me completely naked.For a moment, I think I must be in a dream—how else is this possible?But she came here, for me.To do this.She’s barely been in the house ten minutes and she’s already stark naked.That is the power Avery holds over me.That is the kind of reckless woman she makes me be.
Her gaze rests on me.How I wish she’d reach for her bag next and surprise me once again by pulling out a toy, but not even Avery is that audacious.At least I have plenty of lube in the house.Although how she made me wet her fingers last week is still very fresh in my mind.My clit throbs at the memory—and what I see in front of me.
The only way I ever stood a chance of resisting her was if she forgot about me.By Avery ignoring my existence.But she chose not to do that.And here we are.
“Take off your dress,” she says.
A frisson of excitement rushes up my spine.No one speaks to me this way, but to have her do it so effortlessly is such a thrill.Maybe this is just a fantasy she has about dominating her therapist—she certainly wouldn’t be the first—but I couldn’t care less.Old Nic would care, but this Nic doesn’t give a fuck.
I pull my dress over my head and wriggle out of it.When I emerge, Avery’s holding out her hand.She takes the dress from me and studies it, as though she has plans for it, but then discards it on the chair behind her.
Finally, she closes the distance between us and her nipples push against my skin as she kisses me deeply, as her hands slide to my back.While I lose myself in the kiss, she unclasps my bra—and I bet she has plans for that particular piece of clothing.She tosses it onto the bed—for later use perhaps—while she keeps on kissing me.Her tongue is soft and warm and very much exactly the stuff all my dreams are made of.
We fall onto the bed in a soft tangle of limbs.Of course, I land on my back with Avery on top of me.This is yet another reason why I can’t get enough of her.Why I relented the second I let her into my house.Avery’s not just A-list smoking hot and deliciously irreverent.The confidence with which she takes the lead both baffles and excites me.Once a therapist, always a therapist, and I have considered how she is in bed from a psychological perspective and there’s a lot to unearth there—but that’s no longer my job.I’d better spend my time trying to find out why it thrills me to my core when she simply asks me to undress like that.Why I’m so utterly entranced by her and how she dares to speak to me.
Avery slips off me, and her hands descend between my legs.I spread for her eagerly.I want her with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt.
She smiles down at me.“Where’s the lube?”she asks.
“Just there.”I point at the nightstand.If she’d asked me last week, I would have had to think about it because I hadn’t used it in a while.But our night was so devastatingly hot, the first thing I did when I recovered from the shock of what I did—of what I was capable of—was order a large bottle of lube online in order to relive the hotness of our time together on my own.Not in a million years had I expected it to happen again.
Avery scoots to the nightstand and finds what she’s looking for.
“Let’s find out how much of me you want,” she says and her words set my skin on fire.I’m not even sure what she means exactly—although it’s hardly rocket science—but the effect that single sentence has on me is unmistakable.A wildness I never knew I had in me takes complete hold of me.
Before she uses the lube, Avery maneuvers herself between my legs.Her hair tickles the skin of my belly as it fans out.She kisses my thighs but there’s impatience in her body language.She’s not about drawing things out today—and I get it.What we’re doing now is even more forbidden than what we did last week.Because we’re doing it again and I, at least, can’t plead temporary insanity again.Although that’s exactly what it feels like.I’m so crazy for Avery I’m risking everything.
This magnetism between us is taking things up a notch.Like when you watch a sexy scene in a movie and they go at it immediately, and all you want to scream at the screen is, ‘for crying out loud, whatever happened to foreplay?’But that’s how it’s like with Avery today.As though I’m starring in a totally unrealistic movie.Although my body is all caught up, because words can be very effective foreplay too.
Avery wastes no time approaching my clit.Her tongue swipes along it and the tension in my muscles revs up.Oh, how I’ve dreamed of this.Only every time I closed my eyes this past week.My desire made all the more intense by the fact that I was absolutely certain it would never happen again.
She licks me and thunder rolls through my flesh.If she keeps this up, there will be no use for that lube.Abruptly, she stops.When she looks up at me there’s a recklessness in her gaze I haven’t seen before.Maybe she got a little carried away—lost some of the control she’s so keen to exert.
But it’s as though looking into my eyes acts as a reset button.Her face changes and she reaches for the lube.My clit throbs violently.
Avery shifts until she’s sitting next to me.She bites her bottom lip as she squirts lube into her palm, then distributes it over her fingers until they glisten—until they drip with mischief.
My heart is an untamed animal inside my chest.I no longer have the brain power to ascertain whether my skin is hot or cold—probably both.My bad for thinking Avery wasn’t into foreplay today.This is the hottest prelude to sex I’ve ever experienced.For her to bring her shimmering wet hand between my legs.
