19. Avery
Chapter 19
Avery
I breathe in the scent of her hair, vanilla and raspberries, and tighten my hold on her waist. Valentina leans against me, the weight of her body reassuring and soothing against mine. I don’t ever want to let her go.
Standing like this with her, before our Christmas tree, in our home, shouldn’t feel this good. It’s amazing. The loneliness that used to eat at my stomach has dissipated. The restlessness that used to spin through my limbs has eased.
Instead, I feel content. Full. Happy.
I press a kiss to the side of Valentina’s head, and she tilts her neck back to look up at me. God, she’s beautiful. Her blue-green eyes glitter in the soft light of the tree and a sweet smile spreads across her face.
I lift my hand to her cheek, cradling her face between my palm and my shoulder, before I dip down to kiss her. She turns into me then, wrapping her arms around my waist and lifting her face to meet mine.
Our lips touch and desire jolts through me. It’s a pull unlike any I’ve ever experienced. It’s more than a moment. I want my wife; I want to claim her and keep her and love on her. I want her in more than name only.
Valentina’s fingers curl into the back of my shirt, gripping hard. I band an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest, until her breasts press into me. Slanting my mouth over hers, I deepen our kiss, our tongues dancing together.
She moans and my blood heats. I want to capture every sound that falls from her lips.
Her hands travel up my back, her palms splayed wide. I step back to tug her shirt up. It slips from the waistband of her silk skirt and as I roll the material up her torso, Valentina lifts her arms overhead. I pull it off quickly, discarding it on the floor, and admire Valentina.
Clad in a gold, silk skirt and a black lace bra, she’s a fucking vision.
“I don’t deserve you, Lena,” I whisper, cupping one of her delectable breasts.
She arches into me, guiding my face back to hers. “Yes, you do,” she murmurs, kissing me.
I lose myself in the taste of her, in the feel of her skin, soft and smooth, and the texture of lace as I unclasp her bra and hear it drop to the floor. She pulls my sweater off, her palms gliding down my bare chest before her fingers deftly pop the button on my pants. I step out of them, shaking them off my feet as she shimmies out of her skirt.
When we’re in only our underwear, we pause, drinking each other in.
Valentina’s slim shoulders are pushed back, without an ounce of doubt in her expression or posture. The confidence rolls off her—bold, heady, and so fucking sexy. Her hair hangs down her back and snakes over her shoulders. I love it loose—wild and untamed. Her eyes glow with want, with need.
Knowing that I’m the man who is going to quench her thirst, who is going to sate her want, is a mindfuck. It’s all consuming—the desire, the lust, but more than that, the love. I’m falling in love with my wife and it’s a feeling unlike anything I’ve ever known.
Wonder and want shade Valentina’s eyes as she studies me. “You’re perfect, Avery.”
I shake my head. “You are, Lena.”
She steps closer, one hand pressing against my pec, before she drags her fingertips across my chest. I stand still, letting her touch and explore. Her palms glide down the sides of my body as she bends and presses a kiss to my chest. And then, she’s moving, sliding down my frame, her tongue swirling, her lips kissing, and her fingers tucking into the band of my boxer briefs.
As she lowers herself to her knees, she rolls my boxer briefs down my legs, allowing my cock, hard to the point of fucking pain, to spring free.
She taps my foot and I step out of my underwear, staring down at her in shock.
She gazes up at me, wide-eyed, full-lipped, and it’s my undoing. I can barely breathe as my wife wraps her little hand around my rock-hard cock and brings the tip to her mouth. Her lips part and she drags her tongue down my shaft before wrapping her mouth around me and bobbing her head.
I see fucking stars. “Christ, Lena,” I moan, my hands moving to her hair.
She rocks back and forth, setting a pace that has me moaning.
I fist her hair, urging her to keep going, wondering if I should pull her away.
“You don’t have to—” I start.
My cock slips out of her mouth and her palm slides up the back of my thigh. “I want to, Avery. Please, let me make this feel good for you.”
“Feels fucking incredible,” I pant, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes.
“Tell me if I do it wrong,” she says, her voice soft, with a thread of uncertainty wrapping around her words.
“You couldn’t do it wrong if you fucking tried,” I admit.
A small smile curls her lips and then, she sets back to work, licking, sucking, kissing, and making me feel like I’m eighteen years old again.
Her head moves back and forth, my fingers slipping through the strands of her hair on each pass, as I try not to blow my load. I’ve been with countless women. I don’t even remember half of their names. But none have gotten me off as quickly as my wife. It’s almost embarrassing how fast I unravel with her mouth on me.
“Lena,” I gasp. “I’m gonna?—”
She pulls back and gazes up at me, shifting up on her knees. And those wide, innocent eyes are my undoing. Her hand is still on my cock as I explode, coating her fingers and chest with hot cum.
“Fuck,” I swear as my desire slides down her perfect breasts, dripping onto her smooth tummy. “Christ, you’re everything.”
“Did I do okay?” she murmurs, her voice laced with wonder.
I pull her up and tug her into me, wrapping my arms around her. My want sticks between us, messy as fuck, but I’m too keyed up to care. “So fucking good, baby,” I say, kissing her hard.
I lift Lena easily, grabbing a handful of her ass and moving her up my body. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively as I move us toward the bedroom.
“The sheets—” she worries.
“Don’t fucking care,” I admit, laying her down in the center of our bed.
Her hair is a shock of dark color against the pristine white duvet. Her cheeks are rosy, her eyes glowing. I harden instantly at the sight of my cum drying on her full, mouthwatering breasts. I stroke my hand down the center of her breasts, touch the smooth curve of where her waist flares out to her hip, and lower myself between her thighs.
She’s still wearing her black lace thong, and I snap it at the hip, letting the fabric fall away. She’s wet for me, her folds glistening with her want, and if I wasn’t already rock hard, I would be now.
“You want me, Lena?” I murmur, dragging the pads of two fingers through her slick center.
She sucks in a gasp. “Y-yes, Avery,” she manages.
“Good girl,” I reply, lowering my mouth and replacing the pads of my fingers with my tongue.
“Oh, God,” my wife cries out, bucking against my face.
“That’s it,” I mutter, sliding a hand under her ass and squeezing her cheek. I keep her lower body elevated as I feast on her pretty pussy.
I suck her clit lightly, dip two fingers into her channel, and use my mouth and fingers in tandem to bring Valentina to the peak.
When I glance up, her fingers are pinching her nipples and the visual nearly undoes me. Who knew my sweet wife could be such a fucking temptress?
But I love that she knows what she wants. And I fucking love that she’s not scared—or ashamed—to take in front of me. I want all of her. Just like this. Always.
“Avery,” she cries out as her walls tighten around my fingers.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my tongue,” I coax as a powerful orgasm rips through her body.
Christ, it’s sexy as hell.
I continue to lap at her, suck and lick and nibble lightly, as she rides out her pleasure. When she breathes heavily and looks up at me, I crawl back up her body, kissing every inch of her skin I can, dipping my tongue into her belly button, and positioning myself at her entrance.
I grasp my shaft. “You ready, Lena?”
“Yes,” she says, without a hint of hesitation.
“I need to grab a condom,” I say, lifting my chin toward my bedside table.
Valentina shakes her head. “I’m clean, Avery. And I’m on the shot.”
Fuck. This woman, my wife, wants to give me everything.
The weight of her trust settles over me. The responsibility for the gift she is giving me expands in my chest, settles into my stomach, and rolls through my limbs. “I’m clean too. But are you sure, baby?”
Valentina nods. “I’m sure, Avery.”
“If you want to stop at any time?—”
“Please, please do it,” she says, holding my gaze.
At the unwavering want in her irises, I push into her.
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t look away. Neither do I. Instead, I move slowly, entering her inch by inch, and pay attention to her expressions. Surprise sparks in her irises, followed by awe and then, a delicious sheen of want washes over her face.
“Does it hurt?” I ask. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“No,” she whispers. “No, God, Avery. It feels so good.” Her eyes close as she arches her back. “You feel so good.”
“Christ, Lena,” I swear, bottoming out. “Fucking perfection.”
The hint of a smile crosses her lips as I begin to move. Pull back and re-enter her in smooth, shallow thrusts, as she gets used to me. But then, Valentina is hooking her ankles around me, pulling me forward, urging me to move faster.
My palm rests beside her face as I move over her, our bodies coming together in an act I’ve performed countless times. And yet, it’s never felt this good. This right. This…beautiful.
I move my hand to touch her skin, my fingers dragging through my want on her body. It glistens in the moonlight, and I flatten my palm into it, rooting me to Valentina, and press my desire for her deeper into her skin. My mouth dips to kiss her face—her temple, her eyelid, her lips. She caresses my back, my shoulders, my arms.
At some point, we’re no longer having sex. We’re making love. Coming together in ways that feel divine—immeasurably pleasurable yet cosmically altering. Our hearts blend as seamlessly as our bodies. Our souls intertwine as naturally as our limbs.
“Avery, I, my body—” Valentina pants.
“Give in to me, Lena,” I say, thrusting deep inside her.
She comes apart on a cry and I chase her orgasm, pumping two more times before I break apart with her.
I gather her in my arms as I spill my seed deep inside my wife.
It’s a life-altering moment. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had sex without a condom or come inside a woman before. And the potential outcome of doing this—creating a child—doesn’t terrify me. As I gaze into Valentina’s eyes, I realize that I’d welcome children with her.
That I want a family with her. Hell, I want a whole goddamn future with her.
“I love you, Lena,” I say, needing to verbalize all the strong emotions swirling inside me.
Valentina smiles and her eyes dance. She lifts a hand to cup my cheek. “I love you, too, Avery.”