CHAPTER NINE
brYCE
This is never an easy conversation to have with a woman, and the way Avery pulls away from me is like a knife to my heart.
I can say I was young and dumb, that it was expected and just the lifestyle, and while true, they are all excuses.
It’s my past and can’t be undone and, sadly, now it affects my future.
A future I was starting to hope would be with Avery.
My heart pounds painfully in my chest as I watch her mentally wrestling with everything I just revealed to her.
And then she makes a snarky comment and suddenly I’m laughing, relief loosening my tense muscles and hope soaring through me when she not only allows me to hold her but snuggles into my chest like she belongs there.
Because she does.
“I’m not that guy anymore,” I whisper to her. “I haven’t been for a long time. That’s a lifestyle that I turned my back on thirteen years ago.”
Angling my upper body back, I look at her, silently willing her to believe me and to give us a chance.
Her mouth lowers to mine as if in a dream. At the soft press of her lips, I shudder and wind my arms tighter around her. Boldly her tongue caresses my lips and eagerly I open to her, groaning in relief as the taste and feel of her is balm to my hurting heart.
When she pulls away, I reach for her, afraid it was all some cruel game.
My hands fall to my sides as I watch her fingers go to the hem of her purple top and slowly lift it up her torso and over her head.
She flings it to the floor and shakes her hair, the light blonde waves dancing around her shoulders and drawing my eyes to her soft, newly revealed skin.
The confident Avery of a moment ago fades away under my intense stare and uncertainty twists her features. She crosses her arms protectively over her body as her cheeks flush a vivid pink.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” I say, stepping closer and tugging her arms down. “You’re so lovely. Never be ashamed.” Drifting my thumbs over her jaw, I angle her chin lower and claim her lips in a kiss. I pour my hunger, my want, and my sheer pleasure at being with her into it.
Slowly the stiffness in her body disappears and almost hesitantly her fingers slide along my arms, dipping along the edge of my ribs before moving up my back.
“That’s it, touch me,” I growl against her lips, running my fingers through the silky strands of her hair while I cup her breast with my other hand. The hard, insistent nub of her nipple pushes into my palm and is too tempting for me to resist.
Yanking my mouth away, I shove her bra down and suck my prize between my lips, loving her gasp of surprise and the faint sting of her nails digging into my back. “Beautiful,” I say, circling the puckered pink bud before drawing it deeper into my mouth.
I push down the other cup, my fingers plucking and lightly pinching her other nipple, learning what she likes by her gasps and tiny moans. Avery’s hands move up to my head, her fingers running through my hair as she clutches me to her.
Releasing her distended nipple, I trail heated kisses across to her other one, my fingers quickly switching sides to roll her wet swollen flesh gently. Her hips rock, the movements jerky and shallow, the tangy smell of her arousal perfuming the air around us.
Her smell fills my nose, making the iron bar of my cock strain and buck harder against my zipper, desperate for release.
Palming both her breasts, I kiss my way lower, her belly quivering as my lips skim along her skin.
Abruptly, I stand, her dazed eyes blinking rapidly as I do.
“You’re sure?” I ask, edging my fingertips into the waistband of her pants so there’s no mistaking what I’m asking.
Her tongue slides over her lips, clarity returning to her eyes as they stare deeply into mine, seeming to touch my very soul. Her fingers slide over the back of my hand and my body tightens as for one horrible moment, I fear she means to remove my hand and stop what’s unfolding between us.
She doesn’t.
The hand continues that slow slide, stopping when it reaches the snap at the top of her pants. A slight ping sounds and the material opens. A rasp of a zipper and then her pants are spreading wide. “I’m sure,” she says, her eyes not shying away from my stare.
Tunneling my hand lower, my breath hisses out from between clenched teeth at the first feel of crinkly pubic hair on my fingers. Delving lower into her pants, the satin of her panties slides along the back of my hand.
At the first brush along her clit, a low moan sounds.
I don’t know if it came from me or Avery.
Moving my fingers lower, wet heat greets me, hot and slick.
Her tongue peeks out of her mouth, her eyelids dropping to half-mast as I continue exploring, dragging my fingers from her opening to her clit and smearing her honey all around.
Panting, Avery clings to me, grasping my arm and thrusting her mound into my hand.
“Does that feel good?” I rasp, probing her little opening as she widens her legs. “I want to make you feel soo good.”
“Yes,” she moans, her excitement freely flowing from her pussy.
Squeezing another finger alongside the first, I’m two knuckles deep, loving the heated grasp of her tight little pussy. Yet, greedy bastard that I am, it’s not enough. Pulling my fingers from her, Avery gives a mew of displeasure.
“Easy, angel. I’m not done with this pussy yet.” I shove her pants down, taking her panties with them before dropping to my knees and having my first look at Avery.
Dark blonde curls hug her plump mons, a peek of her pink inner folds barely visible until she helps scrunch down her clothes and kicks off her shoes.
When she stands up, I drag my eyes over her lower body, my breathing short and fast as I strive not to come in my pants. I’m thirty-seven years old, and this isn’t my first experience seeing a pussy. It might as well be, because this is the first time I’m seeing Avery’s pussy.
Reaching out, I run my fingers along her hips, marveling at the softness of her skin. She deserves to be worshipped. Sadly, that will have to come later. I’m too far gone for that right now.
My hands move back and cup the fullness of her ass, her cheeks a hot handful, and drag her closer, burying my face in her mound.
“Bryce!” Avery cries out, her hands dropping to my shoulders.
Slicking my tongue across her folds, I’m in heaven. My nose grinds into her clit as I suck her inner lips. Burrowing my tongue into her wet heat, I work it into her, loving the taste of her as she writhes in my hands, low moans and panting encouragement filling my ears.
I lap greedily at her sweet cream, lathing her clit with rough caresses of my tongue. Her legs quake, her pelvis humping my face as her excitement builds.
“Bryce!” My name leaves her in a keening wail a moment before her fingernails slice into my skin, holding and branding me.
Unable to resist, I lap her through her orgasm, even when she begins to squirm to get away.
“Bedroom,” she squeaks out, thrusting her hand protectively in front of her pussy.
Getting to my feet, my legs are like rubber when she grabs me by the hand and leads me down a short hall to her bedroom. Like the rest of her apartment, it’s small and orderly, with a perfectly made-up queen-sized bed dominating the space.
Some women don’t like the taste of themselves. Avery isn’t one of them as she pulls me close and kisses me. She slips her tongue into my mouth, stroking mine as her hand cups the straining bulge in my pants.
My cock thumps like a heartbeat against her palm. “Bed,” I pant, pulling away from her tempting lips and delicious body. Quickly, I strip off my shoes and the rest of my clothes.
Avery’s gaze roams over me, appreciation gleaming hotly in her eyes while she slips off her bra.
Then I’m on her, my mouth claiming her lips and pushing her back. We collide with the bed. There is no slow, no tender. My need for her demands I take her.
“Condom?” I grit out, even as I’m following her down onto the bed, my mouth kissing every part of her I can reach.
“Nightstand.”
She reaches a slim arm over and pulls out the single drawer, withdrawing a long shiny strip of condoms.
“I like a woman who’s prepared,” I say, taking them from her and tearing one off. I roll it down my length and settle myself between her legs, guiding the head to her entrance.
Avery rolls her hips, her hands skimming along my back. “I was hopeful-” she says, before a moan steals the rest of her words, as I begin sinking into her tight, heat.
Fuck me, she feels good.
My cock advances into her in a long, slow glide. Her inner muscles flex around me, pulling me in until I’m completely enveloped. Avery’s legs rise, their long, lengths locking around my hips.
I drop my head, taking measured breaths, striving for control while her pussy flutters around me.
When I begin to move, any hopes of lasting disappear. It’s going to be hard, hot, and fast, and hopefully Avery enjoys the ride.
Slamming into her, my balls clench tight as every drag along her channel has me seeing stars. Her long legs wrapped around me tighten with every thrust and soon we’re just rocking as one.
I rise up on my arms, changing the angle of my cock, and Avery goes wild under me, her nails digging into my ass and urging me on.
“Gonna come,” I warn her, the electric pulse of my release already firing down the length of my cock as the words leave my mouth. With a grunt, I grind into her, my muscles tensing. Then my world explodes, pleasure gripping me as my release shoots out of my cock.
Shuddering, my movements slow and I withdraw my spent cock from the welcoming heat of Avery’s pussy. Rolling to my side, my hand goes to her soaked folds, and I swirl around her clit, not wanting to leave her behind.
She squeaks and shoves my hand away. “I’m good. Trust me, I’m good,” she laughs, snuggling in closer.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, contentment making my limbs heavy. If up to me, I would never leave.