"Sit. Down." He punctuates the words so firmly I almost forget how to breathe.
So I do.
I listen, and do what I’m told.
Then he says, "Mmm. That’s my good girl." And I melt into a puddle on the lap of my husband. I feel every single inch of him as I slide down confidently, taking his mouth with mine.
He snakes an arm around my waist, holding me still as I catch my breath, letting my body adjust to the size of him.
He flicks my hair over my shoulder, dragging his fingers across theOAresting against my collarbone before placing a gentle kiss beside it.
"You told me you wanted to fuck me, Avery. And I held you to it. But this feels a little more like…"Love.
I stop myself, and he chuckles.
"I haven’t moved while inside you because I know I’m a light breeze away from coming. And I can’t let that happen without giving my wife at least one orgasm."
"Is there anything I can do to bring you off that ledge? Make it a little easier for you, so you might last a little longer for me?" I ask, batting my eyelashes up at him, placing soft, subtle kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his chest.
"No." He shakes his head. "There isn’t a thing you could do to talk me down. Not right now. Because I need you, Olive, I need all of you. I don’t need you to tell me you need me back—I justneed you to want me. Right now. I just need you to tell me I can have you now. That you’re mine. That you belong to me." He kisses me deeper, my hips bucking against his as his arm pulls me closer to him.
I sink deeper onto his cock, our hips moving so in sync, you’d think it we’re a choreographed performance.
"I am yours," I tell him, meaning those three words with every part of me. I never want to take them back. I never want to give them to anybody else.
My heart thuds in my ears, knowing precisely what I’ve just done. I’ve shed the version of me who didn’t believe this could be real, and in her place, Avery Jones has carved out space to stay however long he wants.
"Mine," he groans, flipping me onto my back as he hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, sliding himself back inside of me. I feel him deep in my core.
"I was right," he says mid-thrust. "Your cunt does look pretty taking my cock."
"Holy shit," I whisper, my body feeling fragile and breakable, but also like I could take on the goddamn world and come out on top. "Please," I beg him. For more, for less, foreverything. "Don’t stop."
He slams into me, again, and again, my nails clawing down his back as I gasp for air, feeling the release climbing, and climbing, andclimbing.When he pulls himself out of me, I swear so loud, Akira would’ve been able to hear me from her room, if she weren’t still on stage.
"Why did you stop?" I ask, breath coming fast and heavy. "I was so close." I slam my open hand down onto the bed in frustration, his laugh a low song in my ears as he positions himself in front of my spread legs, his mouth now just an inch away from my overly sensitive clit.
"Patience,Olivia," he purrs. "We’re just getting started."
I should be mad. I should be frustrated because I was so,soclose…But the man is like an artist with his tongue. Carefully curating a mosaic masterpiece until completion, and I know I’m about to come in more ways than one.
Avery groans low in his throat, the vibration buzzing through me as his tongue works me with relentless precision.
"Right there," I gasp, grinding against his face, my thighs tightening around his head.
He doesn't. He flattens his tongue and drags it firm and deep, circling, then sucking before my unstoppable orgasm detonates.
I cry out, back arching, legs trembling, the pleasure ripping through me in tidal waves.
"Fuck," I whimper, twitching beneath him. I push at his shoulders, too sensitive and raw, but he kisses my inner thigh like a man satisfied with his work.
Then he’s moving, hovering over me, mouth still wet, eyes locked on mine with something between reverence and hunger.
"I need you inside me," I pant, reaching down, fingers wrapping around him, guiding him to where I’m already soaked and aching.
"You’re perfect," he mutters, his voice breaking, and then he pushes inside of me.
I moan, head falling back as he stretches me open, thick and hard andso fucking deepI can’t tell where I end and he begins.
