Wordlessly, she opened her legs wider.I swooped my hips back, letting my cock drag over her ass, and I slipped inside her pussy, her wet, sweaty body easing the glide.
“Yes.”She begged, “More.”
She moaned and began to move and suck me in, but I thrust my cock as far inside her as I could.Her ass slapped against my stomach, her feet lifted off the ground, and I held her where I wanted her with one hand on her back and the other pressed between her and the couch so I could rub her clit and make her wild while I fucked her.
She wanted hard, and that was what she got.I entered her over and over again relentlessly.Wrapping my hands around her full hips, every thrust was euphoric, and I had to fight hard against the urge to come.
I let it all go: the constant awareness of my family’s disappointment in the back of my mind.The disappointment I had in myself, the anger, the sadness of a life abandoned, and the surprising joy I’d felt at finding it again.But mostly, the fear that I’d fuck this all up.All of it dissipated from the prison inside my head as I fucked AJ, but this time, I didn’t feel guilty about the pleasure.
This time, I let myself drown in it.
Sweat coated my skin.It dripped down my neck and chest while I worked her, and I was mesmerized by the sight of it glistening on her ass.Rubbing it into her skin with my thumbs, I gripped her hips harder, held on for dear life, andpoundedinside her.
My balls slapped against her thighs, the wet heat of our bodies fused us together, and I watched our sweat catch and glisten in my pubic hair.
She slid her hand beneath her, reached between her thighs with greedy fingers, and let them slip around my balls.She cupped them in her hand and squeezed, and breath froze in my lungs.
“Avery Jane Harlow, stop that right now or I’m gonna c?—”
She squeezed harder.Cum shot out of me and filled up the condom, and I shouted my release, almost falling on top of her when the sudden orgasm rushed through me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, panting and trying to catch my breath.I caressed her low back with relaxed hands, but then pulled out, holding the condom in place between the V of two fingers.
“Sorry?What for?”she asked, pushing with her hands on the couch and trying to touch her toes to the floor.
“You didn’t come.”
“No, but that was?—”
“Fuck that,” I growled, and pulled her up by her shoulders and flipped her.“That ain’t who I am.”
She squeaked her surprise when I lifted her and set her bare ass on the back of the couch.Her eyes, wide open and curious, held mine as I leaned in to steal a kiss, and I guided her back down and left her laid out over a throw pillow.Her head hit the cushion again, but this time she watched as I hooked her legs over my shoulders and descended.
“Who’s that?”she asked, her voice all husk and heat.
“Someone who leaves his woman unsatisfied.”
“Ohh,” she moaned when I sucked her swollen sex, savoring her tangy sweetness in the back of my throat.I watched her eyes roll and her lids fall closed in ecstasy, and she slid her fingers into my hair, pressing her pink fingernails into my skull, moving me where she needed me most.
Sounds of slippery sex and sucking filled her living room as I slid three fingers inside her and curved them.
It was overwhelming, the way we fit together, the real, visceral connection.There was no high making me feel bolder than I really was or more effective than I surely had been.No, this was simpler.Better.
There was nothing shrouding or hiding AJ from me or me from her.The light on the ceiling fan above us shone down on us, and I saw every part of her.
But I wasn’t so overwhelmed that I couldn’t be in the moment with her.For the first time in my life with a woman, I reveled in her, letting my eyes graze her soft stomach, her bouncing breasts and beautiful, perfectly round, darkened nipples.Her thighs tightened around my head as I ate her out and took her essence inside my body, and I relished every fucking second of her stranglehold, likeshewas the high I’d been chasing most of my life.
Loving her was like church, no church I’d ever been to, but I wanted to pray to Avery Jane Harlowe’s altar for the rest of my damn life.
Her stomach tightened as she flexed her abdomen and tried to ride my face upside down.The couch did all the work to hold her up, so I let my hand glide over her breast, and when I pinched her nipple tightly between my finger and thumb, she gasped.She suffocated me as I went to town on her clit and pumped harder, my tongue fluttering madly.
Pausing to breathe, I begged, “I need you to come, AJ.I need it more than I need breath in my lungs.”
She moaned and opened her eyes.
“I need it, I need it, Ineedit.”
She watched me lean over her, my hair falling forward and feathering her thighs, and spit on her clit.I moved the pad of my thumb over it in unhurried, smooth circles, and I slowed my fingers inside her, but pressed harder.
