“So fucking amazing,” he murmured in her ear as she shivered down from the peak, sinking into his support, boneless. He kissed her hair. “You’re crazy sexy, baby. You have no idea.”
With her head against his chest, she heard his heart thrumming hard and fast beneath her ear. “Let me do something for you.”
That low, hot laugh tickled her ear again. “Sweetheart, this is as much for me as it is for you.”
She didn’t understand that at all but couldn’t make her mind try to figure it out as he let her rest there, his hands gently stroking her back, her hair, her thighs while she wondered how many showers it would take to get all this juice and sugar off her body.
Then he straightened, chuckling when Avery didn’t try to do the same but just lay against him. “I love the feel of this.” He used both hands to pull her hair off her face and look into her eyes when he asked, “Will you lie on me after I fuck you? Drape yourself over me? Fall asleep there?”
That whole “after I fuck you” twisted something inside her, and she suddenly found strength she didn’t think she had. She tipped her mouth to his and kissed him, so exhausted her mouth was loose and sloppy, and Trace ate it up, licking her, eating her.
When he gave her the chance to breathe, she said, “I’ll do anything you want.”
He stroked her hair, and a new softness came into his eyes, but he just hummed approval, then leaned over the butcher block, easing her onto her back. He stroked his hands up her arms and back down her body, his eyes following, drinking her in, making her feel more beautiful than she’d ever believed she could.
His hands slipped behind her knees, and he lifted her legs to his shoulders. Another flicker of unease sparked in her gut, and she rolled her head to the side and tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but Trace was already threading her fingers with his and pinning them at her hips.
“What are you doing?”
“Preparing for a meal I’ve wanted so long, I could swear I already know your taste.” With his shoulders wedged between her thighs, his gaze scoured her pussy. “And I’m really hungry.”
Her body tensed. She’d barely gotten her mind around what was coming next when words spilled out of her mouth. “W-wait.”
His gaze jumped to hers.
“I . . . I . . .” Holy shit. Look what you’ve gotten yourself into, Avery. Her face burned with embarrassment. Heart pounded with angst. “I don’t know . . .”
“You’ve never had someone go down on you?”
God, the way he phrased things sounded so dirty, and it still shot sparks through her blood. “Uh . . . no.”
He grinned. “You’re in for a treat, sugar. Having my fingers inside you will pale in comparison to having my mouth on you.”
A shiver trembled through her, and she closed her eyes. “Jesus . . .”
The warm brush of air over her pussy made her body tense and her eyes pop open.
“I’m betting my job”—he paused to blow on her again—“you’re going to be writhing against my mouth within thirty seconds.”
Her fingers flexed against his, knowing instinctively he was right.
He lowered his head and kissed her inner thigh and squeezed her hands, then met her gaze again. “You say stop, I stop. Deal?”
Avery dropped her head back with a quiet, “Fuck.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, just before his tongue stroked over her pussy.
The warm, wet, softness was so unique, so different, so bizarre, Avery made a little sound of surprise before he licked her again and again and again. And just like that, Avery was arching against the wood. “Holy fuck.”
In less than ten seconds she was using his shoulders as leverage to lift her hips to his mouth.
Her fingers strangled his as she half moaned, half cried, “Trace, Jesus.”
He growled, opened wide, and covered her completely.
Avery choked out a moan, unable to believe she was rubbing her pussy against his mouth. “Fucking crazy.” God, it wasn’t enough, and now that she knew the kind of pleasure he could bring, she was greedy for it. “More, please, God, more.”
He lifted his mouth from her to rasp, “That’s fucking music to my ears, baby.”