“Rowen! I’m going to sq—stop!” she shrieked, but I ignored her pleas.
I continued my meal until her thighs were shaking and her cunt was squeezing my fingers.
“Please! No!”
Seconds later, she was soaking my hands and face, screaming my name while she coated me with her juices.
I silently high-fived myself for making her chug that water bottle in the kitchen.
“I love when you do that,” I told her as I pulled my mouth away, leaving my fingers inside her, her cunt still sucking them in.
She shook her head, covering her face with her hands. “You shouldn’t,” she muttered. “It’s gross.”
I chuckled. “Baby, men would kill to be with a woman who can do this. I hit the fucking jackpot.” I kissed her stomach and removed my fingers from her body.
I left her on the counter to wash myself up in the sink, listening to her catch her breath and mutter ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ several times.
When I walked back to her, she pushed her fingers into the waistband of my pants, but I grabbed her hands and pulled them up to my mouth, kissing her fingers.
“I want to return the favor,” she said, pouting. The way her bottom lip stuck out made me want to pull it between my teeth, but if I kept touching this woman, I wasn’t going to stop until she passed out.
She needed food.
I kissed her forehead. “Let’s eat. You need to replenish your body after last night and today.”
She watched me carefully. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
I shook my head and chuckled. “I want nothing more than to see those pretty brown eyes staring up at me with my cock in your mouth.” I grabbed the plates of food we’d abandoned on the other side of the kitchen. “But we have plenty of time for that. Now come and eat so you can keep up with my insatiable hunger for you.”
She giggled and led the way to the living room, giving me a perfect view of her ass.
We ate and watched Avery’s favorite movie, a rom-com about a lawyer and a wedding planner faking a relationship to land a client. She was stunned when I turned it on, her cheeks turning rosy when I told her I knew everything about her.
She no longer flinched at the idea, no longer called me crazy. She accepted it.
***
The next couple of days were what dreams were made of.
At night, I wore the mask. Avery would run into the woods, try her best to hide from me, and I’d find her, fuck her, and carry her back home, half-conscious.
In the morning, I woke her up with my cock or my tongue and watched her fall apart from my gentle touches.
I cooked for her, massaged her feet, kissed every inch of her skin, left marks that would last for days, and claimed every possible part of her.
Avery told me about college, her classes, and her struggles with making friends. She told me she was starting to question whether graphic design was her thing or if she needed to take the summer to figure out something else. Her mom had encouraged her to enjoy the summer: no job, no school, just relaxing.
I worked from home while Avery watched her TV shows, though my eyes were more on her than the screens.
Our parents were meant to come home the next morning, so we had one night left.
“Can we do it here?” she asked, leading me to her room.
“In your bedroom?”
She nodded. “I want you in my bed tonight.” Her smile faltered slightly. “I want it to smell like you before I have to sleep alone again.”
There was a pain in my chest at the reminder. In the morning, we had to go back to the way things used to be, at least when our parents were watching. Avery said she wasn’t ready to share what had happened between us, so I promised to try my best to be satisfied with having her in the dark when we were alone.
