“No,” she admitted. “I like that you are so passionate with me. I’ve never had that until now.”
“Get used to it, because I’m not going anywhere.” I tucked an errant curl behind her ear. “I love you.”
Her smile was like sunshine. “I love you.”
I held her to my chest, dropping a kiss to her head.
She shifted a little and grimaced. “All this filling makes me a little messy, though.”
I stood, taking her with me. “I think I hear another wall calling my name, Avery. I seem to remember a good non-slip mat in your shower.”
“Yep,” she happily agreed, kissing my shoulder. “An extra-good one.”
“Perfect.”
I woke up, warm and entwined with Avery. We had spent the rest of the afternoon making love, fucking, napping, and talking. Mostly the first two. Her bed was a mess—blankets strewn around the floor, items knocked over on her dresser. I had also proven to her that kitchen counters were a great place for showing her how tasty of a filling she was, making her come with my mouth and fingers multiple times, until she was a shaking mass of nerves in front of me.
I carried her to the bathroom for yet another shower. As I adjusted the temperature, she shocked me by pushing me against the wall, grinning wickedly. “My turn for a Daniel filling.”
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I groaned as she sank to her knees, taking me into her mouth, her hands pressing my back into the cold tile. It was unexpected and highly sexy. She stared up at me, her mouth filled with my cock, and began a tortuous circuit with her hands, cupping my balls, rubbing my thighs, and teasing me with her lips and tongue. The erotic sight of her doing that to me, the warm water raining down over us, and the intense pleasure of her mouth was too much. I came down her throat, throwing my arm out to steady myself as I roared her name. I brought the entire shower curtain and rod down around us, as the steam billowed and my orgasm raged.
With mumbled promises of cleaning up all the damage, I tugged her back to her bed, found a blanket to cover us, then we fell asleep.
I blinked in the early evening dusk and glanced down at Avery. She was watching me with a small smile curling the edge of her lips.
“I don’t think I have ever spent this much time in bed on the weekend,” I rasped through my dry throat.
She leaned over and offered me a bottle of water. I accepted gratefully, drinking down in long swallows.
“We’ve been very lazy.”
“We’ve been very destructive.”
She laughed, the sound low in the dim light. “Nothing major. We’ll clean it up fast.” She frowned. “I am starving, though.”
I finished the water. “Me, too. I’ll take you out?”
“Don’t really want to.”
“Pizza? I can order in.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“You have a number?”
She slipped out of bed and padded down the hall, returning a few minutes later with a menu. She laid my pants and shirt over the chair and handed me the menu. “I picked up the lamp, or at least what was left of it.”
“What else broke?”
“Nothing. I picked up the bowl and the papers.” She shrugged. “I sort of kicked all the mints under the table. I’ll deal with those and the messy papers later.”
“I’ll fix the shower curtain.”
“Okay.”
“And replace the lamp.”