I know I said I’d hold on to her forever. That I wouldn’t let her go. But my hands were dying to roam every inch of her body. They ached to unbutton my pants and release the pain that grew harder and harder.
With our lips still connected and our tongues intertwined, I dropped to my knees one at a time.
Lying her gently on the plush carpet, I pulled away so I could look down at her and take in the beauty that was mine.
“Fucking beautiful, Bella,” I panted, my chest rising and falling at the speed of light.
I watched her gasp for air just as I was trying to catch my own. Not only had she stolen the breath from my lungs, but my words were almost nonexistent, and my thoughts were a jumbled mess.
The only thing running through my mind was how I had to have her.
My eyes moved slowly down her body, tracing every curve. The frantic pace we had just moments ago washed away. The intensity in which she looked at me was pleading. Her gaze begged me to touch her in all the places that would make every inch of her come alive.
With her legs locked around my waist and her back flat against the floor, I gripped her legs, moving my hands up her thighs ever so slowly.
My favorite thing to do was watch her. Take her in. See how she reacted to me. Watch as her plump lips parted and her breath hitched while I worked my hands up her leggings, dangerously close to her center.
Just knowing how soaked she had to be caused my cock to twitch beneath my slacks.
Fuck.
The harder I grew, the more the pain intensified. The more I needed relief.
I’d been dying to feel my length in the palm of her hand. Squeezing me. Roaming her hands up and down. Her fingers working over my balls. But I’d also been a patient fucking man, and I was willing to wait a few moments longer if it meant I could take her in. Continue to watch her. Feel every inch of her. Get lost in this moment knowing I had her back.
My hands crept under her tank top and worked their way up along her toned stomach, reaching for her tits.
When I slipped my thumbs underneath her lace bra, grazing along the underside of her breasts, she let out a sweet moan—her way of asking for more.
I knew I was the one teasing her, but with the slowness of it all, and the way she felt against me was just as much torture for me as it was for her.
“Sit up, now. I need this off of you.”
Avery leaned forward, holding her hands in the air. Once I slipped the flimsy tank top off her body, I unclasped her bra just as quickly.
She laid back with her beautiful dark locks splayed across the floor, and before my hands could reach up to her tits, she’d beat me to it. Her fingers rolled over her nipples, and the sight of her alone had me leaking from the tip.
“You like the way it feels when you play with your tits, Bella?” I couldn’t help but stare as she showed me just how she liked to be touched.
“I’d prefer it was you.” Her teeth pierced her lower lip.
It was getting fucking hot in here.
Reaching behind my head, I tore my shirt off and watched as her eyes traveled over each muscle.
“Touch me,” I demanded, needing her hands on me.
When the chill of her hands landed on my stomach, I filled my palms with the soft flesh of her heavy tits.
The way she dragged her fingers over every indent on my stomach, inching lower and lower until she reached the waist of my pants, had me panting internally.
I needed more of her. So, when I lowered my mouth down to her perfect nipples, and a moan crept up her throat, I was fucking gone.
My tongue flicked over one nipple, and I pinched the other between my fingers. The prettiest shade of pink danced across her cheeks, and with all the attention on her boobs, her breathing picked up speed.
The more I worked my mouth over her skin, her hands continued to drag along my stomach. Her touch lit me up, driving me fucking crazy.
“Yes, Daddy. You’re making me so wet with your mouth on my tits,” she moaned, and I matched it with a groan of my own.
