I caressed her, teasing and stroking. “I can’t.”
She arched her back, a small gasp of want escaping her mouth. “You could . . . if you tried.”
“I can’t. I’m addicted,” I admitted as I slid one finger in her softness, reveling in her desire.
“Oh . . . God . . .”
“More, Avery?”
“Yes, yes!”
I added another finger, pumping slowly as I pressed my thumb against her bundle of nerves. I lowered my head to her rosy nipple, drawing it into my mouth as my tongue skimmed the hardened peak. Another keening moan spurred me on, my already hard cock pressing in the mattress, wanting, needing to be back inside her.
After hearing her confession to Beth, I had been desperate to get her alone. It took all my patience to take her back inside and explain to my mother that I had to drive Avery somewhere to meet a friend. My mother didn’t know the friend was already there, desperately trying to get out of my pants and into Avery. There’d been hugs and promises of next week’s brunch at their place. Then I got her in the truck, kissing her senseless, before I drove us back to my place as fast as I could without being pulled over.
We barely made it in the door when I had her pressed against the wall. Our clothes disappeared fast and I took her roughly, her gasping my name as I filled her. She dug her fingers into my shoulders as I slammed into her hard and fast, unable to stop myself. After, I carried her to the tub for another soak, and we’d ended up back in bed, where we spent the rest of the day.
We made slow love, later that afternoon, and once more after dinner, yet, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough when it came to Avery.
“Tell me what you want,” I pleaded.
“You . . . inside me . . . please, Daniel. I’m so close.” She moaned as her hands frantically grasped at my shoulders.
I gave her what she wanted—what we both wanted.
One thrust and I was deep inside her. We rocked and moved in unison, pressed as tight together as possible. Our mouths molded together, our breaths shared. I cupped the back of her head, twisting the long strands of her hair around my fingers as my tongue tasted and commanded her mouth. Avery’s legs wrapped around me, hands splayed across my back, and her fingers dug in as she moaned and whispered my name.
The headboard slammed against the wall rhythmically, growing louder as we lost ourselves in each other. The bedding moved and twisted around us. At one point, Avery’s arm flung out, knocking the clock off the bedside table, somehow activating the alarm, its beeping noise persistent. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered. Only her. Only us.
My spine rippled with fire as my orgasm built. The heat exploded as I cursed and begged her to come with me. Her body shuddered, her cries became louder, and she pulsated around me, gasping my name. I drove into her deep, coming hard, her name a raging plea as I quaked over her.
My chest dropped to hers and I lay, panting and satiated, wrapped in her arms. She peppered tender, loving kisses on my head and down my cheek as her fingers stroked the back of my neck. I shivered at the warmth of her touch, loving how right it felt.
I rolled over, gathering her up. She fit against me perfectly; the same way she fit into my life.
I pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I can’t let you go now.”
“I don’t want you to.”
I stroked the soft skin of her shoulder. “I have a big house.”
“I know that.”
“Lots of room to share—” I kissed her lips “—and to grow.”
Other than a quick intake of air, she was silent.
“How attached are you to city living and your apartment?”
“Daniel—”
“I know,” I assured her. “I know it’s reckless.”
“It’s crazy.”
“It is. I don’t care.”
She sighed. “My lease is up in three months. I have the papers on my desk to re-sign.”