T H I R T Y N I N E
- Avery -
It all happened so fast. Getting back to this place. Even faster than I hoped. I was worried things might be awkward or strained between us, but it was like we’d never been apart. Like we’d never be apart again.
I loved how full I felt when I was with him. Not just now, in a literal sense, but all night. No one had ever tried to win me back like that. He did such a good job I felt like I was the winner.
“This is the part where I take you over to the bed without dropping you.”
My legs tightened their grip around him, but it was mostly as a show of support. While I wasn’t exactly a wisp of a thing, he was strong enough to throw me around like a rag doll. And I really, really liked it when he did.
He laid me down on the edge of the bed and straightened my legs, so they were in a V shape against his chest.
The way he was throbbing inside me was downright intoxicating, and I pulled the other strap of my negligee off so he could admire the way my pale breasts shone in the dark room.
He reached down to pleasure me and started fucking me slow again, moving his fingers in time with his hips.
My eyelids felt heavy, but my hips were light in his capable hands.
“How’s that,” he asked, watching the way my tits bounced every time he rocked against me.
“Heavenly,” I admitted.
He sped up then and grabbed the front of my legs, fucking me faster until the room was filled with the slapping sound of his skin against mine.
Then he stopped without warning and pulled out of me so slow I could feel the void he left. “Turn around for me.”
I sat up and pulled the negligee off over my head before rising onto all fours.
He smoothed his hands over my ass like he was sculpting my flesh, and I looked over my shoulder at him, wondering what he was waiting for.
“It’s criminal,” he said. “How beautiful your body is. You should be in a goddamn museum.”
“I’m too young to be in a museu—” I stopped talking when I felt the tip of his dick tracing my slit. “I swear you live to tease me.”
“Is it that obvious?” he asked, his deep voice filling the darkness around us.
“Yes,” I said, backing my hips towards him.
“You’re begging.”
“Is it that obvious?”
He stretched me open and sank inside me.
“Fuuuuuck,” I breathed, my whole body concentrating around him.
He slapped my ass, causing me to clench around him even tighter, and I savored the way it stung.
“I deserved that,” I said, my mouth falling open as my eyes fell closed.
“You deserve it all,” he said, grabbing my hips and pulling himself deeper inside me once, twice. Then he tapped the side of my thigh, signaling for me to bring my knees closer together.
I did as he asked, but it was almost too intense. It made him feel even bigger, made me feel even fuller. And then he started thrusting faster.
A guttural yelp escaped my throat, and he pulled my hair, his other hand reaching around to squeeze my breasts. It was as much punishment as possession, but I loved it. The way he took me. The way he tempted me. The way he somehow knew exactly how to bring me to the brink without breaking me.
Then his pace eased again, and I realized he was in no hurry either. He’d genuinely missed me. All of me. At every angle. I was flattered. And burning up. And if things continued this way, probably never going to walk again.
He let go of me and smacked my ass harder than before. It startled me. Both the suddenness of it and how much I didn’t hate the way it stung.
“Crawl towards those pillows, beautiful.”
I barely had any strength left in my legs, but I felt energized by the knowledge that his eyes were feasting on me. It was such a thrill. Being with a guy who made me feel devoured instead of drained. I turned around when I got to the pillows.
“How are you?” he asked, setting a knee on the bed and crawling towards me.
“Better when you’re inside me.”
He laughed, and the deep sound filled the room. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you.” He crawled over me, his abs rippling with his breath as he reached down and guided himself to my pussy again.
I stared up at him, my anticipation building before he let his thick length force the breath from my lungs.
My whole body exhaled. “That’s better.”
He leaned down to whisper against my ear. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
It was too perfect. This moment. The way we fit together. The gentle way he wrecked me.
His thrusting was slow again. Deliberate. Like he wanted to drag the moment out too, and when his eyes met mine, there was something about the serious way he looked at me. It wasn’t just a mixture of hunger and happiness. There was a flicker of something else. Something that wasn’t there before.
“Oliver.”
His pace was measured, as if massaging me from the inside out felt as good for him as it did for me.
“What?”
I reached up and held his chiseled cheek in my hand, searching his eyes. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was that I’d stayed away. That I’d been so stubborn. That I’d tried to dismiss what we had because I was scared of the feelings that were overtaking me right now. But there was a lump in my throat, and it wasn’t the time. I knew it wasn’t the time. But he’d been hitting me so deep, for so long, and the pressure building in my body was overwhelming.
“What is it—”
A single tear rolled down my cheek. “I missed you.”
He stopped moving.
I swiped it away.
“Are you okay?”
I shook my head. “No.”
His face filled with concern, but he didn’t pull away.
“I’m way better than okay.”
His chest relaxed with obvious relief.
“You just… tickled my tear ducts.”
He squinted at me. “With my thrusting?”
I laughed, and my whole body pulsed around him as more tears squeezed out of my eyes. Holy shit, what was happening to me? “I’m okay,” I insisted again. “Really.”
His expression was a mixture of awe and amusement.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He pretended to think about it. “Solid nine out of ten.”
My mouth fell open. “What?!”
He laughed, and I realized he was only joking to help me forget my tears.
But as soon as he started thrusting, my tear ducts felt tickled again. “It’s fine, I swear,” I said, as more tears filled my eyes. “It’s just… I think the pleasure’s too much.”
He hooked an arm under one of my legs and bent it so he could hit me deeper, his eyes on mine.
I blinked so my vision wouldn’t be blurry, but my body couldn’t handle how good I felt. It was like he’d gotten me so wet the pleasure inside me had no choice but to flow out my eyes.
He sped up again, and each time he hit my molten core, I felt like crying. Like praying. Like wailing. No one had ever fucked me like this. No one had ever made me feel this deeply. I gasped for breath as a ball of heat grew like wildfire in my core. I was going to burst.
“Avery,” he growled, hitting me so deep I was suddenly made of light. “Come with me.”
“Yes,” I cried, arching my back as I pressed my head into the pillow behind me. I groaned as he cried out, the room and walls and world melting away as we came together before collapsing in a heap of hot skin and breathlessness.
He rolled onto his side, propped his head up on his hand, and looked at me.
I must’ve looked crazy. I certainly felt crazy.
He dragged a thumb across my cheek, swiping a tear away, but he didn’t say anything. For ages, neither of us said anything. We just panted and took turns looking at each other like loved-up teenagers.
He fell onto his back after a while and put his hands behind his head, his beautiful body stretched across his dark sheets like a piece of art.
When I finally caught my breath, I rolled towards him and rested my cheek on his bicep, inhaling the masculine scent of his sex and sweat and aftershave before draping an arm across his muscular chest.
“That was fun,” he said after a while.
I swirled a nail across his chest. “Not the word I would’ve chosen, but I’m not complaining.”
“What word would you have chosen?”
I sighed. Transcendent. Healing. Euphoric. “Adequate.”
He laughed and rolled over me, his bodyweight pinning me to the bed. “Adequate?!”
“What?” I asked. “You’re mister nine out of ten?!”
He acted surprised. “Did I say nine out of ten? Really? In the heat of the moment?”
“You most certainly did.”
“That’s just not good enough,” he said, using his knee to knock mine apart. “We’ll have to go again.”
“No!” I said, pushing my palms against his solid chest. “I can’t! I’m spent. I may never recover or walk again as it is!”
He laughed and fell onto his side, propping his head up and smiling at me. “I guess you’ll just have to stay and be my prisoner then.”
“I’m not really a prisoner if I don’t want to leave.”
He leaned down and gave me a kiss, the warmth of it traveling all the way to my toes before he pulled away. “Thanks for coming back tonight.”
I let my head fall in his direction, admiring the way the bedside lights illuminated the defined edges of his face. “Thanks for inviting me in.”
“Stay the night?”
“I can’t possibly walk, so yes, thank you. I would love that.”
“Let’s get you under the covers then, and I’ll go grab a glass of water.”
I sat up and lifted my body while he wiggled his thick comforter down and then over me.
“Your bed is really nice,” I said, smiling as he tucked me in.
“I know.” He ran a thumb across my cheek before rising to his feet. “It’s even nicer with you in it.”
I took a deep breath and feasted my eyes on his gorgeous body as he made his way to the bedroom door.
“Can I get you anything else?” he asked.
I shook my head.
He pulled the door open, and I called his name just before he disappeared. “Hey, Oliver.”
He looked over his shoulder and lifted his brows.
“You’re the best neighbor I’ve ever had.”