She brushes back a strand of hair that’s fallen over my brow in my rush. “I’m never too tired to have you, baby.”
At the use of the term of endearment, I rock into her and she moans, shifting her hips to find the perfect angle. I cup her face, needing to see every perfect inch of her beauty. We lay like this for a while, staring into each other’s eyes without a word spoken between us. It’s intimate but still filled with the desire from moments ago.
I dip my head, and Avery lifts hers, meeting me in the middle as we kiss. So much is said in this kiss; it’s one of forgiveness, love, and promises. A promise that I’ll never stop loving her, even when she inevitably leaves again, because we both know it’s coming.
She follows my lead when I open my mouth. Our tongues tangle, a slow and sensual battle that neither of us has a hope of winning. I don’t know how long we stay like this, just kissing, but with my body covering hers as we lose ourselves in each other, I could die a happy man.
When her hand trails down my spine, it ignites something carnal inside of me. The air between us shifts; the want from moments ago turns to need, and slowly, we rock into each other, until it becomes almost unbearable. Avery whimpers, breaking the kiss as she arches her back. The hard buds of her nipples graze my chest through her nightgown before I lean back and draw one of the nubs into my mouth through the silky material.
I groan, low and guttural, when she runs her fingers through my hair and tightens her hold on the strands. The overload of sensations—the pain and the pleasure—push me closer to ecstasy. I need to be inside her.
Now.
Sitting up on my heels, I take in the sight before me—Avery’s mussed hair, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matches my own. Her gaze drops to my cock, and she licks her swollen red lips.
Gripping the sides of her panties, I slowly pull them down until the damp material is free of her. Avery’s legs fall to either side of me, and I push them wider, exposing her dripping-wet pussy.
I move further down the bed, lying on my side as I hook an arm around one thigh and run my tongue through her slit. She tastes sweet and addictive. The sounds tumbling from her mouth urge me on.
“Gray,” she cries when I slide a finger inside her. She thrashes on the bed, clutching the sheets as I suck on her clit and start up a steady pace with my finger. It doesn’t take long for her body to start spasming, her walls clamping around me as she tenses.
“That’s it, sunshine. Come for me, get this pussy ready to take my cock,” I breathe against her clit, and she shudders.
When Avery goes limp, I climb over her, making sure to keep my body from touching hers. A soft, dreamy, post-orgasm haze is covering her as she smiles up at me.
“I just need five minutes, and then I’ll return the favor.”
I chuckle and bend to kiss her shoulder. “This isn’t a tit for tat, Ave. I wanted to taste you, and so I did. You don’t owe me a thing.”
She rests her hands on my bare chest, smoothing her fingers through the hair. “I want to taste you too.”
I would love nothing more than that, but I fear if she takes me in her mouth, I’ll come too soon. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I roll us until she’s straddling me.
Holding on to her hips, I rock her back and forth on my already painfully hard cock. “Later?” I rasp, my mind not fully functioning.
Avery lifts herself off me enough to pull my boxer briefs down to free me. She strokes my cock, squeezing the head on each pass. I hiss out a breath, staring up at the ceiling as I try to count back from one hundred. I can’t come from a hand job. No way. Not right now.
“Ave,” I warn, her name a low rumble in my chest.
She lets out a contented sigh before shifting to hover above my dick. Somewhere in the fog of my arousal, I’m reminded of the need to use protection. We’ve been reckless twice already, but if we’re going to carry on, we should be smart about this.
“Condom,” I rasp, the word catching in my throat as her pussy envelops me inch by inch. I suck in a breath, fighting for mental clarity even as the pleasure blurs everything around me.
Avery freezes, swallowing thickly as she meets my gaze. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”
“Me too,” I reply, before catching myself and rushing. “I’m not on the pill.”
As if the movement is involuntary, Avery shifts, rolling her hips before she catches herself, but it’s too late. I felt it. It’s hard not to when I am surrounded by her. “I’m okay with not using condoms, if you are,” I groan, the sensation of her overloading me.
Hell, I haven’t been with anyone else in over nine years. The first three after she left, I’m ashamed to admit I tried to forget her, to lose myself in someone else. Anyone else. It didn’t work, and so I gave up trying, resigning myself to a life where all I could do was miss her.
Avery’s eyes flutter closed, and she rolls her hips again. “Yes,” she sighs. “Yes, I’m okay with it too. I’ve been single for a really long time.”
Elation floods my body at her admission. I sit up and press my feet together as I band an arm around her waist and kiss across her chest. With an arm behind me for support, I move Avery up and down my cock as I thrust my hips. Her slick heat covers me, and I can’t bring myself to care about anything but the way she feels.
As I pull her tighter against me, Avery’s cries become muffled against my shoulder, her body trembling around me. I can’t take it anymore.
I flip her onto her back, throwing one of her legs over my arm as I slam into her, seeking out my release as she teeters over the precipice of her own. Her nails dig into my biceps as her walls spasm around my cock, milking me for everything I’ve got.
