Chapter 8
AVERY
Booker keeps his mouth on me for a long time, changing the harsh pressure he used to make me come to soft kisses and soothing strokes of his tongue, his fingers slipping from my body to draw lightly along my sex until I'm no longer panting from exhaustion and now panting for more.
"I want more," I whisper to him, hoping we aren't done yet. "I need to feel you inside me, Booker."
"Thank God, because I need you so bad, baby."
Booker gets off his knees, stripping out of the jeans that we never managed to get off completely off him, taking whatever underwear he had on with them.
Hot kisses get laid in a path up the inside of my thighs, over my stomach, and along my cleavage as Booker prowls up my body like a cat stalking prey.
"Feel what you do to me, Ave."
He catches my hand in his and brings it down to wrap my fingers around his shaft.
He's so fucking hard it makes my pussy clench with anticipation of what he'll feel like inside me. He's also big. Bigger than any of the men I've been with before-- not that there have been that many, but neither of my exes came close to Booker.
"You've been making me hard since you opened your apartment door yesterday morning." His hand covers mine, giving his length a pump with both of us gripping him tightly. "I fucking wanted you the minute I saw you, cupcake."
"So take me."
My voice is so hoarse, I barely recognize it.
"I'm clean." I feel like it's important to put it out there. "And I'm on birth control."
Booker groans like the news pains him. Dipping his head to kiss me, he lines the tip of his thick cock to my entrance.
"I fucking wish you weren't." He growls as he pushes inside me.
There's no time to process that. My head drops back to the bed and my nails dig into Booker's muscled back.
He fills me up so well. Taking time to go slow, like the sensation of opening my body up to make room for him feels as good to him as it does to me. He stops when he hits bottom, our bodies joined completely, with nothing left of him to fit inside me.
"Fuck, you feel like home, Avy."
He raises on his arms, opening space between us and looking down.
"Look at you taking my cock, cupcake. You were fucking made for me."
I raise my head and look down to where he's buried to the hilt inside me. It's so fucking hot, seeing us joined like that. My head falls back into the pillows again, my heart rate kicking into high gear as I bend my knees and lift my hips to grind against him.
"Fuck me, Booker. Show me how well we're made for each other."
Booker
When Avery uses her words, she chooses ones that nearly break me.
It's a damn good thing she already came once for me, I don't think I'm going to be able to hold out long now that I'm inside her.
Her little cunt is so fucking hot and tight, and wet enough to have me fighting the urge to lose my damn mind already. I'm determined not to embarrass myself, if I'm coming this soon, she's coming with me.
Fortunately, Avery seems to be in agreement with me on that.
Outside, the blizzard is in full swing. Wind howls and snow piles up against the ground floor window, but in here, both our bodies are covered in sweat as we take each other closer to the finish line.
Avery reaches her hand around my neck, pulling me down into a deep kiss. I reach between us to find her clit and just that added bit of contact is all it takes to have her crying out so loud I have to kiss her again to keep the neighbors from calling in a noise complaint.
Just like I expected, her climax is too damn much for me. Feeling Avy's pussy locking onto my shaft has my balls tightening and then my thrusts go wild while I explode inside her.
Collapsing beside her, I gather her in my arms and pull her tight to my chest, too spent to get up and fetch a warm washcloth to clean her with. But I like her messy. I love knowing Avery's pussy is leaking my cum and will be all night.
"Did you tell your parents you're bringing your fiancé home for the holiday?" I whisper against her ear between soft kisses, curling my body more completely around hers.
"No." She huffs a soft laugh that I'm sure would have been a giggle if she had more energy.
Satisfaction blooms in my chest, knowing that Avery's sated, sleepy, smile is my doing.
"We got stuck here for Christmas," she says. "I figured it wasn't important."
"It's important, cupcake." I maneuver us under the covers and turn off the light, letting Avery drift off to sleep without explaining why.
When I wake up, the sun is shining again.
The first thing I notice is that the bed is empty beside me when I reach for Avery's warm body. That's when I hear the music coming from the bathroom, and Avy's voice adding to the mix as she sings along.
A glance at the clock has me groaning and covering my eyes.
"Oh good, you're up."
Avery comes out of the bathroom when she hears me and seeing her standing at the foot of the bed wearing a men's flannel shirt that hangs half way to her knees has my morning hard-on twitching against my stomach.
"That better not be another man's shirt, cupcake," I growl, surprised at the fierce possessiveness that has me wanting to rip it off her for more reasons than just getting her naked for me.
An eyebrow hitches over one eye and a smirk threatens the corner of her mouth.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were a thing, Booker."
"We are very much 'a thing,' Avy girl," I assure her, reaching a hand toward her only to have her laugh and dance away.
"Hurry up and get ready. There's a parade in town."
Damn. I'd been looking forward to spend the day in bed with her. Turning my head to look at the snow piled up against the window, I'm not sure how they plan to hold a parade today.
"There's like thirty feet of snow out there...parade's canceled. Come back to bed."
"The plows have been running all morning. Roads in town are cleared, but the highways are still closed. The man in the lobby said the road out of Hope Peak isn't high on the state's priority list, so it'll be one of the last ones to get cleared. We could be stuck here another night."
There's a look of mischief on her face that tells me she doesn't hate that idea any more than I do.
"But the parade is happening, so get up."
"Believe me, I'm up, cupcake." I push back the covers and fist my cock so she can see how hard I am for her. "Now take your ex-boyfriend's shirt off so I can burn it later, and help me take care of this."
The mischief in her eyes turns molten as she drags her gaze down my naked body.
"It's not my ex's," she tells me in a distracted voice while she unbuttons the shirt, her eyes pinned on my cock, and the pre-cum leaking from the tip, as I slowly pump my fist while she does her slow strip tease. "I bought it for myself brand new because it looked soft."
"In that case, leave it on. It looks fucking hot on you."