Her warm breath rushes over my pulsing clit and when her tongue finally touches it, the moan of pleasure that escapes me probably reverberates through the entire house.
Avery licks me slowly.Overwhelmed by the sensation of her mouth, I tip my head back.Pure joy courses through me—the kind I had believed I had lost forever.But it’s never too late.Not for joy and not for love, if you’re brave enough to let it in.This asked for more courage than I believed I had—for a leap of faith I’d assumed I was too old and cynical to take.
But I let Avery slip in through the cracks I thought I’d sealed for good.And now, with her mouth on me, I know there’s no going back.We can only go forward, and it’s the only direction I want to go.
Even though, like every human on this planet, I can’t predict the future.No matter your hopes and dreams, life will always be different than you imagined.Hence Hollywood’s latest queer icon licking me to a thundering climax in my kitchen.I have no way of knowing where we will be a year, or five years from now, but no matter what happens—and no matter how difficult it was to make—I will never regret my decision to choose her.To choose love—like I know, with every fiber of my being, Lois would have wanted me to.
When Avery sucks me into her mouth, I shatter.A ragged cry escapes me as her tongue circles me, relentlessly.My body jerks against her face, my thighs tensing, my fingers tangle tightly in her hair, as the orgasm tears through me—raw, deep, and dizzying.Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, and all I can do is fall apart against her—and be immensely grateful for this breathtaking, impossible second chance at love.
Chapter39
Avery
To see Nic walk toward me all strapped-on like that is another new sensation I’d never thought I’d enjoy.Despite my abysmal track record in relationships, over the years, I’ve found myself entangled in a couple of situationships—even the odd one-night stand—and I’ve never let anyone top me—until Nic.I was simply not capable of it before, and it made me believe I didn’t want it.Until Dr.Nic Forbes showed up in my life—and in my bed.
“Hey,” she says, her voice thick with desire.
“Hey, yourself.”I scoot over, making space.My clit throbs for her.
Nic slides next to me, the strap pressing against my thigh.
“You look so good waiting for me like this,” Nic whispers.
If any other person in the world had ever said something like this to me before, I would have laughed them out of bed.But that’s the old Avery—pre-Nic Avery.I’m different now.I’ve shed a few layers of protection, and dirty talk has become all the more effective for it.
Nic runs her fingertips along my belly and my skin erupts in goosebumps.She brings her lips to my ear, and whispers, “Are you ready to be taken care of?”
She might as well have slipped a finger inside me, that’s how much her husky words turn me on.I can only nod as I luxuriate in this other new feeling to me.To be taken care of—and to let someone else do that for me.The vulnerability this requires doesn’t come natural to me—not by a fucking long shot—but I’ve learned that, in this particular situation, the pay-off will be oh-so worth it.
Still lying next to me, her fingertips teasing my breasts, Nic pushes the strap against my thigh—as if I could possibly forget she’s wearing it.
I let out a shaky breath that Nic catches in her mouth as she kisses me.Her tongue slides against mine with such tenderness, I swear I can feel it between my legs.
When she pulls back just enough to whisper, “Let me show you what else this tongue can do,” my clit nearly bursts with anticipation.
Nic trails kisses down my throat, then lower, as she begins her delicious descent.She slides between my legs and by the time her shoulders nestle against my inner thighs, I’m ready and wide open for her.
Nic brushes her lips over my sex, teasing me, but not for long.She’s soon drawing lazy circles around my clit, anticipation coiling tighter inside me with every pass of her tongue.And this is just foreplay.I go wet for her—no lube required, no matter the size of that strap.
And to think that, even a few weeks ago, I was afraid I’d run from this level of intimacy.That I couldn’t take it—that I didn’t want it.Now, it’s all I want.
Nic slows her tongue, then plants one final kiss on my clit.She rises onto her knees, her hands firm on my thighs as she guides them wider, her eyes never leaving mine.
When she grips the base of the strap and presses it against me, her voice is low and throaty.“Tell me you’re ready for me.”
“Fuck,” I murmur.“I’m so fucking ready.”
She rubs the tip of the toy gently against my thrumming clit first, making my breath stall in my throat.She reaches down, strokes the length of the toy across my wet sex, coating it in my arousal before slipping the tip just barely inside.
My entire body tenses around that first inch, the stretch divine and maddening, but Nic doesn’t move—she just holds it there, still and in utter control.
Her thumb finds my clit, circling slowly, and I throb around the toy without either of us moving.
“I want to feel you open for me… inch by inch,” Nic whispers.
I swallow hard, my heart racing in my chest.
She pulls out slightly, then presses in a fraction deeper and every nerve ending in my body comes alive.
