16. Ed
16
ED
A very peers up at me half satisfied and half frightened. I thought getting her off would be enough. That I could give her what she needs and then back down. Do the right thing and send her home. But the desire coursing through my veins is making me lose all sense of what’s right and wrong.
She has no idea how beautiful she looks standing before me in nothing but her soaking wet panties, her body heaving in a post orgasmic glow. A better man would stop here. A better man would send her home satisfied and then take care of himself.
But I can’t send her away. I can’t ask her if she still wants to keep going either. Instead, I tug my sweatpants off and then my boxers. Her eyes go wide when she sees my cock standing to attention and pointing straight at her.
Those wide innocent eyes almost cause me to lose it. But I take my time. I make eye contact. I take a step back. If Avery wants to leave, this is the time to do it.
We stare at each other for a long minute. Then she drops to her knees. Her hands wrap around the base of my cock, and her sweet lips encase my tip.
I groan and it comes out as a ragged animal noise, a reminder of what I am and how little I deserve this. I glance down at Avery, and my sweet angel is staring straight at me. I shake my head and pull her head gently away.
You don’t have to do this, is what I want to say. Instead a beastly growl rattles down my throat. I pull gently at her head, and she shakes it slightly. Her lips lock on tight and she leans forward, sliding my cock deep into her mouth.
Fuck. Her lips around me set me on fire. I grip the back of her head before I lose it, but she’s relentless, tugging at my cock as her hand slides up my shaft. It’s clumsy, like she’s never done this before, and that makes it all the sweeter.
But I can’t take her like this. If this is one night only, then I want to be inside her. I want to make her come again, I want to hear her cries echoing around the room, to give me something to think about on the lonely nights to come.
I grit my teeth, and with all the effort I can muster, I pull her head back. My dick pops out of her mouth, and she wipes the moisture from her lips.
I grunt, wanting to tell her I want to make her come again, wanting to tell her how beautiful she is, how this is the most alive I’ve felt since I watched her brother jump in front of a grenade. But all that comes out are a string of animal noises.
I’m not worthy of Avery Monroe. But I’ll give her a night to remember. I’ll give her everything she needs to forget the pain she’s suffering.
I glance around my attic room and the queen size air mattress I’ve been sleeping on. I wish I had candles and incense and a big soft bed to lay her on. My mattress on the floor seems inadequate for Avery.
I hold my hand up as I back away to the door.
She frowns. “You want me to wait here?”
I nod. And once I’m satisfied she won’t run, I race downstairs. I’m back a few moments later with the throw from the back of the couch. It’s new and fluffy, and it’s not the bed of roses she deserves, but it’s better than my military doss bag.
I lay the throw over the mattress and tuck in the edges. When I glance back at Avery, she’s smiling, her eyes dancing in the light from the lamp.
“This is fine, Ed. I’m not a princess.”
I stand up and pull her toward me. Our naked bodies collide, and she gasps at the contact.
I push her back on the bed, and her eyes widen as I climb on next to her. I grab her body and flip it over so she’s lying face down on the bed. My hands race over her body, enjoying every inch of her curves. I pull her ass into the air. She’s still wearing her panties and I grab them and tug sideways, enjoying the satisfying tear of the fabric.
In my wallet is an emergency condom. I grab one and tear it open and sheath up.
Avery’s on her elbows with her hips in the air, and she looks back at me over her shoulder. Her hair was in a tidy ponytail when she arrived, and now it’s messed up. I pull out the tie holding it together, and it cascades over her back. My hand follows it and trails down to her plump ass.
I reach around and slide my hands between her legs, loving the way she groans when I do. She responds to my touch, and I take my time bringing her to another orgasm before I slide into her.
While her body shudders, I pull her toward me, grunting like an animal with every movement. She’s so fucking tight, and I slow down before I lose it. I want to take my time and remember this moment.
I sit back on my knees and pull Avery back with me, sinking in deep. One hand keeps her pressed toward me while the other roams over her body. I tug at her nipples in the way I’ve learned she likes. Then I move down to her sensitive nub. While I use one hand to pull her up and down my shaft, I use the other to work her to another climax. This time, as her cries echo around the room, I let myself go.
My release is long and hard and I grunt like a wounded animal, pulling Avery toward me to drain every last bit of me.
We sit like that for a long time. I keep her close to me, knowing once I let go this is over.
I lower her to the bed, and we lie down together. I wrap an arm around her and we lie naked, facing each other.
This is where lovers whisper sweet nothings and divulge their biggest worries and fears. But all I can do is stare into the eyes of the woman I don’t have any right to be here with and wonder if I’ll get an opportunity to do this again.
Avery sits up on her elbows. “I better get going.”
I pat the pillow next to me, indicating she’s welcome to stay. I’m not that much of an asshole that I’d kick a woman out of bed straight after sex.
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to worry Mom.”
And she doesn’t want to stay. I hear the unsaid words. I told her I couldn’t offer her anything, but the reality of that hurts.
I watch her get dressed, enjoying the last glimpse of her body before she hides it away under her leggings and a baggy sweater.
Then I pull on my sweatpants and get ready to walk her home. While she waits for me, she wanders over to the window and pulls back the curtain.
She peers out, and her body goes tense. “You can see straight into my room.”
It’s an accusation, and I have no comeback. I hang my head, caught.
Avery barks out a laugh, and she punches me on the shoulder.
“Edward Turner, have you been spying on me?” The teasing tone is a relief. I look sheepish and put a hand over my heart and shake my head.
“I don’t believe you.” She shakes her head, and she’s still laughing about it a few minutes later when I walk her across the street.
She fumbles her key in the lock while I wait on the bottom step.
Before she opens the door, she turns to me as if waiting for me to say something.
I’ve never wanted to speak so bad. I want to tell her how wonderful it was, how alive she makes me feel. I want to kiss her and tell her I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused and how I wish I could absorb it all for her. But like a dumbass I stand there with my hands in my pockets.
“Um.” She bites her lower lip. “Would you like to do that again sometime?”
I take the stairs and grasp her head between my hands. My lips crash into hers, and I try to convey all I’m feeling in that one kiss. Yes, I’d like to do that again. But no, I still can’t offer you anything more.
She tastes like sex and coffee and her own special flavor. I grunt like an animal, and she smiles.
“I take that as a yes.”
She slips inside, and I wait until I hear the lock catch on the other side of the door before heading back to the house.