Chapter 7
AVERY
Idid not want him to stop, dammit. I hate that I did something to make Booker come to his senses-- what are the chances that I am ever going to get to make out with a man like him again?
Slim to none, most likely.
But seriously, the man's hands are ice cold. He's not wearing gloves, and I seriously don't know how he's not shivering in that fleece he's calling a jacket.
It reminds me that he's not just unfamiliar with real winter-- he wasn't prepared to travel all the way to Montana to play bodyguard for me.
When he insisted on coming with me, he was probably expecting to spend the holiday holed up at my parents' house, eating Mom's baking and talking shit with dad while he hovered over me, pretending to be in love with me.
No winter coats or actual making out required.
"Let's get inside then--" Booker takes my shopping bags from me and holds my elbow to keep me from taking the same ski trip he did as he guides me toward the door of our room. "Then I plan to warm them up."
Does he mean?
It's only a few steps to the door, so I don't really get a chance to ask aloud before we're inside.
Booker makes sure to lock the door before turning the heat up.
"Coat. Off."
I've only just gotten my mittens off and am unwrapping the scarf from around my neck when Booker turns back to look at me across the room.
"Give me a minute. I'm not the one who doesn't understand layers."
Apparently, I've mistaken his intent, thinking he's just being his usual bossy self and wants me to settle in.
"No, Avery, I understand layers all too well, and right now, I plan to strip every one of yours off of you."
Booker's lips crash against mine again, so much more insistent than any of our previous kisses. His mouth claims mine, quieting my words while making every nerve ending in my body speak up.
Impatient hands tear the snaps of my coat apart and then push it off my shoulders, leaving me to work my arms out of the sleeves because he's already working on the next layer.
I can't strip things off fast enough to keep up with him.
"You too," I manage to rasp out when his mouth begins to travel down my throat.
I push at his jacket, getting his arms all bound up for a minute so I can work the buckle on his belt apart.
Suddenly, we're a tangle of arms and mouths trying to undress each other at the same we're untying boots and tripping over each other on the way to the bed.
"How are my hands, cupcake? Are they warm enough to finger your pussy now?"
I'm pretty sure I'm not misinterpreting what's going on, at least.
The room isn't big, but we've managed to leave a trail of clothes across the floor anyway.
The backs of my knees touch the edge of the bed. Booker's hands cup my breasts through my bra before pulling the cups down and moving his mouth to one nipple and then the other.
My bra loosens and falls to the floor while I cradle his head in my arms, holding him in place and feeding my breasts to him while I pant out something that's supposed to be "yes" but sounds more like "please."
One of the large hands that's been kneading my breasts trails down my body. His fingertips are rough, and when he flattens his palm over the swell of my belly, I feel the callouses scratching across my skin.
I almost wish his hands hadn't warmed up, I'm so hot now it might almost feel good if they were still cold.
Booker's hand reaches its destination. His mouth pops off the hard nipple he's been suckling, leaving it to pucker impossibly tighter when the cool air of the room hits where it's wet from his saliva.
"Fuck. Ave. I..."
He slips his hand inside my panties-- them and one sock, the only thing left on my body-- he twists his wrist and cups my pussy, one thick finger slipping through my folds and sinking deep inside me.
My knees give out, taking us both to the mattress.
Before I can scramble up to make room for him to join me, Booker hooks his arms around my thighs, spreading them wide to fit between them as his knees hit the floor. My body is jerked roughly to the edge of the duvet, panties pulled aside, and Booker's mouth making a feast of my pussy.
Booker
If heaven and sin could be mixed together and given a flavor, it'd be Avery's sweet pussy.
I guess my hands have warmed up, because the only reaction I get when I touch her bare skin now is the sound of her moans and the way her body begs for more.
My tongue sweeps through her slick folds, savoring her flavor while I experiment with finding the right combination of using my mouth and my fingers to get the reaction I want from her-- the one that has Avery fucking my face while her hands clutch at the bedspread.
"Tell me." I could play this game all night, just eating her out till I find all her triggers on my own, but I want to hear more than her desperate gasps. "Tell me what feels best."
To make my point, I add another finger inside her and pump in and out of her tight channel while I circle her wet clit with my thumb so I can stare up her body and watch her react.
"You really expect me to have a conversation right now, Booker?"
Avery's exasperated words are aimed at the ceiling, her legs hooked over my shoulders with her feet digging into my bare back, trying to urge me back where she needs me.
"Just tell me what's going to make you come on my face the hardest, baby."
I slide my fingers in and out of her slowly, letting my fingertips brush her g-spot, but not giving her the pressure she craves.
"Then you can go back to making those sexy little noises again."
"Tease."
I laugh at the accusation, she's not wrong.
I love having her wound up like this, she's so wet that my fingers make obscene slurping noises each time I push them back inside her.
I can feel her inner walls tighten, and her hips thrust up to meet my movements, but it's obvious that she needs my mouth on her clit to push her over the edge.
I just want to hear her say it.
"I can't come on your face if your face is busy talking me out of it."
"Where would you rather my face be, cupcake?"
"Booker!" She raises herself on her elbows and looks down to glare at me kneeling between her thighs. "If you're going to eat my pussy, do it. If not, then let me up so I can take a shower and finish without your help."
Ah fuck no. That won't be happening.
My mouth lands on her clit, suctioning tightly while I work the swollen button with my tongue.
It doesn't shut her up, but it does change her threats to those sweet sounds I wanted to hear again.
Just as I expected, it's the thing that has her clenching around my hand.
Avery comes with a shout, shaking violently while I drink her orgasm and try not to come in my jeans like a damn teenager.