T H I R T Y E I G H T
T H I R T YE I G H T
- Oliver -
T he last thing I expected to see was Avery rocking that negligee on my doorstep, but I wasn’t about to pinch myself. I stepped back and gestured for her to come in, checking her out shamelessly as she stepped inside.
“You forgot to give me the tour,” she said, like she was wearing street clothes instead of sexy lingerie that made me forget everything but my burning loins.
“My sincerest apologies,” I said. “There’s no excuse for such negligence.” I pointed towards the bathroom door. “You saw the half bath already, right?”
“I did.”
I walked further into the apartment and extended a palm to my right. “And the kitchen?”
She studied the space, as if she needed to refresh her memory. “Also known as Batman’s lair.”
“I like a dark kitchen,” I said with a shrug. “How about the sitting room?” I asked, leaning an elbow on top of my leather recliner. “I think you’ll find it’s suitable for all your sitting needs.”
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye like she was almost done playing along. “It’s lovely.”
“I’ll tell my friends at Wayfair they did a good job,” I said. “Though I get to take credit for the cat tree and the Peloton.”
Her eyes traveled up the cat tree until they reached the platform Simba was lounging on.
“Well, that’s everything,” I joked. “Unless you have any questions.”
“No bedroom then?”
I pretended to smack my forehead. “The bedroom! I almost forgot.”
She narrowed her eyes on me as she walked over to meet me by the closed door. “You did not almost forget.”
“Only because you look good enough to eat.”
She blushed.
“After you.”
She looked up at me before turning the doorknob, and I followed her inside, flicking the switches for the bedside lamps on as soon as they were within reach.
“You like a dark bedroom, too, huh?” She looked around, her eyes straying from my closet to my bookshelf to my bed, which was freshly made with clean black sheets.
“I do.” I pushed the door closed behind us.
She spun around to face me, her soft, porcelain skin practically glowing in the dark room.
I stepped up to her.
“I just wanted to say—”
I set a finger across her lips and lowered my voice. “We’ve been talking all night, Avery.” I swept her thick hair behind her shoulder. “Let’s just listen to each other.”
She shrugged the silk robe off her shoulders and exhaled through parted lips.
My eyes dripped down her body and back up again. “You’re beautiful when you stop talking.”
She threw her eyes to the sky. “Very funny.”
I leaned in so close I could’ve kissed her, but I grabbed a fistful of her hair instead, pulled her head back slowly, and lowered my lips to her neck. Her breath hitched in her throat when I kissed her pulse, and I fought the urge to sink my teeth into the place where her pounding heartbeat met my mouth.
“Go ahead and say it,” she whispered.
I ran a hand over the curve of her breast as I kissed my way down to her smooth shoulder. “Say what?”
“That I’m weak for coming back.”
“I don’t think you’re weak,” I said, squeezing her breast as my lower body ached for her attention.
“I feel pretty weak in the knees right now.”
I found her lips and kissed them, pulling her body against mine so she could feel my need. “Fuck, it feels good to hold you close again.”
She kissed me back with an urgency that made heat shoot up my spine, and I slid a hand over the silk fabric between us and squeezed her sexy ass so hard she whimpered for me.
“I can’t remember,” I said against her lips as I slid my hand between her legs. “If this thing came with matching panties.”
Her mouth smiled against mine when my fingertips met her silken slit. “That answers that.”
“You’re already wet for me.”
“I’ve been wet since I saw how hot you look in the kitchen.”
I growled as I teased her, trailing my fingertips along her wet slit and coating her clit with her silk. “I’ve missed your moaning,” I confessed, high on the sound of her soft, shallow breathing. I waited for her exhale and then plunged two fingers inside her, relishing the way she cried out and grabbed me before she gasped for breath.
“Oliver,” she whispered.
She said it so quietly I might’ve missed it if I hadn’t been so tuned into every tremble of her lips and body, every drop of liquid pleasure pouring out of her.
A smile tugged at my lips as she braced herself against my shoulders while I fucked her like it was the first time, like I didn’t want her to know if it was for pleasure or punishment. And when her head fell back and she bucked her hips against me, I knew she’d surrendered. To me. To the moment. To the wild woman inside her. It was an incredible thing to witness, and I knew if she was willing to do that, it meant she was willing to trust me again. At least with her body. And maybe someday, if I was lucky, with her heart.
She clawed at my arms like she couldn’t take much more, pulling herself close so she could whisper in my ear. “I’m so wet for you, Oliver. I can’t believe how wet you make me.”
I can’t believe how hard you make me , I thought. My cock was about to tear through my pants. I pulled my fingers fromher, and her eyes went wide as she watched me suck her pleasure off them. "You taste even better than my cooking."
She steadied herself on her shaky legs. “I highly doubt that.”
“I can prove it.” I dragged my fingers through her dripping slit again and raised them to her mouth. “Have a taste,” I said, smearing her silk across her naked, parted lips.
She stared right at me as she licked them, and my lower body surged.
I kissed her then with an urgency that exhilarated me.I was so used to being in control, but she made me forget that. Made me forget myself. Made me forget everything but my body’s need for her. Which is why being with her felt so different. So good. She was the only woman I’d ever given so much of my heart to that she could hurt me.
She gasped for breath when we came up for air. "You're right," she panted.
I searched her gaze.
"I do taste good."
There was a fire in her eyes that made me feel so hot I was suddenly conscious of the fact that I had way too many clothes on. I had to get naked. I had to get naked and have her immediately.Every goddamn inch of her.
I reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off over my head, but as soon as I dropped it behind me, I froze.Avery's fingertips were undoing my belt, and suddenly, I couldn't do anything but breathe.
“Which begs the question," she said, her lashes flicking up at me. “How do you taste?”
“You know how I taste,” I said, my lower body surging.
“I forget,” she said, feigning a tone of innocence as she sank to her knees.
I stared down past my stomach, which tightened in time with my short, sharp breaths as she set me free.She looked up at me as she reached between her legs and coated my dick with her silk. Then she swirled her tongue around the tip of my swollen cock and started stroking me.
"Avery," I whispered.
She closed her eyes and slid her mouth down my shaft, sinking me to the back of her throat.
I wanted to say something, but I'd forgotten all the words I ever knew. All that was left was feelings. Feelings for her. Feelings about her. Feelings about what I wanted for us.I was up to my fucking eyeballs in feelings, and they only seemed to grow in intensity with every stroke of her squeezing hands and lips.
She fondled my balls and moaned, sending a torturous vibration rattling all the way up to my scalp.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, and she moaned so enthusiastically I pulled harder, triggering a wave of adrenaline that traveled through me before crashing through my hips.
Soon, it was hard to tell whether she was sucking me off or letting me fuck her mouth, but I couldn’t think, couldn’t stop, couldn’t fucking deal with the depth of my feelings for her.
When I realized I was going to burst, I stopped myself abruptly and stepped back so she could catch her breath. So we both could. Holy fuck .
She collapsed onto her heels and panted while I stared past my slippery hard-on at her mess of red hair and rosy cheeks.
“That was intense,” she said, looking up at me through wild eyes.
“For me too.” I reached a hand down to help her up.
She took it and rose to her feet.
“It’s not like me to lose control like that.”
She ran her hands over my chest and shoulders and looked up at me. “Maybe you should do it more often.”
I kissed her wet lips again and picked her up, tasting myself on her as I pressed her body against the wall. Then I slid inside her, relishing the sound she made as she sank down my shaft slowly and then all at once. The bed. I could’ve taken her to the bed. It was almost as close, but there’d be plenty of time for that.
What mattered now was the way her legs were wrapped around me. What mattered now was the way she was tangling her fingers in my hair. What mattered now was that I hold still so she could feel me throbbing, and I could try to calm down. God, she was tight. And beautiful. And funny. And kind and smart and… mine. She had to be mine. Not just for tonight, but for every night, forever.
I leaned back to look at her and took a deep breath, relishing the way her hot center squeezed me back as I held her against the wall.
“What is it?” she asked, her eyelids heavy.
“I could stay like this forever.”
Her eyes smiled. “No, you couldn’t.”
“I’m confident I could.”
“You’d get hungry eventually.”
I pushed her tousled hair out of her face. “I don’t remember what it’s like to be hungry for anything but you.”
She laughed. “You’d get a cramp then.”
“A small price to pay for this view.” I slid the silk strap of her negligee off her shoulder and caressed her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth.
Her soft sigh filled the silence around us. “I like when you suck me and fuck me at the same time.”
I dragged her nipple between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. “More fucking is coming.”
“I don’t doubt that,” she said. “But I’m in no hurry. I haven’t felt this good since…”
I raised my eyebrows. “Since when?”
“Since you were fucking my mouth five minutes ago.”
I buried my face in her hair to hide my smitten smile. She smelled so good. Felt so good. Made me feel too good. I must’ve been a fucking saint in a past life to deserve this.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, clenching around me.
I sank my fingertips into her smooth thighs and squeezed her too hard before leaning back to look at her. “I’m wondering why I didn’t cook dinner for you weeks ago.”
She pushed my chest playfully, her eyes sparkling.
That’s when I realized I was holding everything I wanted in my bare hands, everything I needed. Except for one thing.
A ring.