Chapter 39
Avery
To see Nic walk toward me all strapped-on like that is another new sensation I’d never thought I’d enjoy.
Despite my abysmal track record in relationships, over the years, I’ve found myself entangled in a couple of situationships—even the odd one-night stand—and I’ve never let anyone top me—until Nic.
I was simply not capable of it before, and it made me believe I didn’t want it.
Until Dr. Nic Forbes showed up in my life—and in my bed.
“Hey,” she says, her voice thick with desire.
“Hey, yourself.” I scoot over, making space. My clit throbs for her.
Nic slides next to me, the strap pressing against my thigh.
“You look so good waiting for me like this,” Nic whispers.
If any other person in the world had ever said something like this to me before, I would have laughed them out of bed. But that’s the old Avery—pre-Nic Avery. I’m different now. I’ve shed a few layers of protection, and dirty talk has become all the more effective for it.
Nic runs her fingertips along my belly and my skin erupts in goosebumps. She brings her lips to my ear, and whispers, “Are you ready to be taken care of?”
She might as well have slipped a finger inside me, that’s how much her husky words turn me on.
I can only nod as I luxuriate in this other new feeling to me.
To be taken care of—and to let someone else do that for me.
The vulnerability this requires doesn’t come natural to me—not by a fucking long shot—but I’ve learned that, in this particular situation, the pay-off will be oh-so worth it.
Still lying next to me, her fingertips teasing my breasts, Nic pushes the strap against my thigh—as if I could possibly forget she’s wearing it.
I let out a shaky breath that Nic catches in her mouth as she kisses me. Her tongue slides against mine with such tenderness, I swear I can feel it between my legs.
When she pulls back just enough to whisper, “Let me show you what else this tongue can do,” my clit nearly bursts with anticipation.
Nic trails kisses down my throat, then lower, as she begins her delicious descent. She slides between my legs and by the time her shoulders nestle against my inner thighs, I’m ready and wide open for her.
Nic brushes her lips over my sex, teasing me, but not for long. She’s soon drawing lazy circles around my clit, anticipation coiling tighter inside me with every pass of her tongue. And this is just foreplay. I go wet for her—no lube required, no matter the size of that strap.
And to think that, even a few weeks ago, I was afraid I’d run from this level of intimacy. That I couldn’t take it—that I didn’t want it. Now, it’s all I want.
Nic slows her tongue, then plants one final kiss on my clit. She rises onto her knees, her hands firm on my thighs as she guides them wider, her eyes never leaving mine.
When she grips the base of the strap and presses it against me, her voice is low and throaty. “Tell me you’re ready for me.”
“Fuck,” I murmur. “I’m so fucking ready.”
She rubs the tip of the toy gently against my thrumming clit first, making my breath stall in my throat. She reaches down, strokes the length of the toy across my wet sex, coating it in my arousal before slipping the tip just barely inside.
My entire body tenses around that first inch, the stretch divine and maddening, but Nic doesn’t move—she just holds it there, still and in utter control.
Her thumb finds my clit, circling slowly, and I throb around the toy without either of us moving.
“I want to feel you open for me… inch by inch,” Nic whispers.
I swallow hard, my heart racing in my chest.
She pulls out slightly, then presses in a fraction deeper and every nerve ending in my body comes alive.
It’s like with Nic, I’ve somehow met my match.
As though it took someone like her to open me up like this—both emotionally and physically.
Someone who’s been through what she has.
Someone who was willing to give up something very important, just for me.
Not that, for me—as opposed to the ethics board—it was a requirement but, for all my fame and fortune, I’m not used to someone doing something like that for me—let alone make the kind of sacrifice Nic has.
The very least I can do in return is continue therapy with Jan and keep working on my issues.
They haven’t miraculously disappeared just because I’m in a real relationship now, but at least I’m aware that I lash out sometimes.
And that talking about your feelings is not a sign of weakness but a solid foundation for a relationship.
That this—letting someone else come this close to me—is the best thing I’ve ever done.
That running from intimacy is not the path to happiness—only to bar brawls.
Nic sinks in further, the toy gliding through my wetness, and my body pulls her in without hesitation. She withdraws almost entirely, then thrusts back in, slow and deep, the friction exquisite. Nic repeats this masterfully, each stroke finding a new place inside me to ignite.
Her breath is hot against my cheek as she leans in again.
“I’m going to fuck you so good,” she says, and I lose whatever functioning part of my mind I have left.
She drives in deeper on the next stroke, hips flush against mine, and I cry out—because she’s not just in my body now, she’s everywhere.
“Until you come so hard,” Nic whispers, her voice easily replacing the sensation of what her thumb did to my clit earlier. But there’s no room left for her hand between our bodies. Nic can’t be any closer.
I wrap my legs around her, pulling her in tighter, needing more, needing everything, chasing the joy of release as if it’s the only thing that will let me breathe again.
Nic shifts her angle just slightly, and suddenly she’s hitting a spot that makes every nerve jolt. My moans turn into desperate sounds I can’t control.
“Come on,” she growls into my neck, her thrusts harder and more purposeful now. “I want to feel you come for me.”
It’s as though, every time we do this, she finds a way to push me further—to make me let go more. And I swear it heals something inside me. Something that I can’t name with words—not yet, anyway—but that I feel everywhere.
The orgasm tears through me like a white-hot blaze, stealing every thought from my brain until all that’s left is sensation. I cry out her name, my body arching into hers, muscles clenching around the toy as pleasure pulses through me in long, delirious waves.
Nic gently pulls out and immediately wraps her arms around me. She holds me as I come apart in her embrace, utterly wrecked but completely safe.