Chapter 19
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T race closed his hands around hers before she managed to free his cock. He wanted her mouth around him in the worst way. Wanted to watch her watch him for cues as she practiced technique and went all out to please him.
Just the thought spread fire through his body. But first things first.
He sat up, sliding her off the bed and to her feet at the same time. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her against him and started for the bathroom.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck, and looked at him with a quirky, confused little grin. “What are you doing?”
“Jumping in the shower. I’ve been working all day.” He set her feet on the ground by the tub and kept his arm wrapped around her waist as he reached down to turn on the water. Then he turned back to her, brushed her hair off her face with both hands, and cupped her jaw. “And I love seeing your gorgeous body all wet.”
She got that soft look in her eyes, the one that pinched his heart in the sweetest way; then she turned her head and kissed his palm. The same deep, pulling sensation he’d felt at the door that had kept him from leaving twisted inside him now, sweeter, stronger.
He dragged her mouth to his and kissed her with desire that doubled and tripled with each encounter. And like always, she opened to him, heart and soul. He could feel it. Feel the difference between what was happening with them and what had happened with other women.
Avery’s hands stroked down his sides and around to his ass. After a quick squeeze, she pulled his wallet from the pocket, set it on the sink behind him, and returned to their kiss as she slipped her hands to the front and worked his pants open.
She had a unique way of making his mind blur. He could completely let go with her in a way he couldn’t with other women. With Avery, he could just let things happen. He didn’t have to control the situation, didn’t have to orchestrate, didn’t have to plan his exit strategy before they’d even gotten fully naked.
Because he didn’t want to leave her.
And he didn’t want her leaving him either.
A warning bell went off somewhere in the back of his mind. One his instincts told him to heed. But Avery pulled out of the kiss, pushed his jeans off his hips and before the denim had even hit the floor, her hands moved on his cock, stroking and tugging and squeezing.
A lightning strike of pleasure bolted through his shaft, his balls. He groaned at the pressure gathering at the base of his spine as he stepped out of his jeans.
Fuck the warning bell.
He turned Avery toward the shower, holding her arms to steady her as she stepped over the tub edge. Then he followed her in where he wrapped her tight from behind, pulling her close and burying his face against her neck.
Heaven.
All her warm, soft flesh up against him made him groan. Made his hands roam as the hot water bathed their bodies, caressing her flat belly, her trim waist, up her ribs, pausing to cup and squeeze her tits.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her neck, kissing her there, then letting his hands slide down her body again. He wanted her so badly, he felt like he wanted to slide under her skin. But he wanted more than their wild and passionate sex. He wanted more of Avery. So he slowed down. Way down.
He purposely explored her body with his fingertips, stroking every curve, every dip, every swell. He cupped her ass and parted her cheeks, snuggling the length of his cock between the soft mounds. The billowy pressure automatically forced his hips forward, and he slid easily along her hot, wet skin.
Avery’s moan coincided with his as she arched her back, forcing her ass back to meet his thrust. The delicious pressure spilled through him, and Trace growled, wrapping one arm low on her hips. Avery twisted enough to pull his head down, treating him to a searing, wet, hungry, openmouthed mating of tongues.
He groped for the liquid soap on a ledge, pulling out of the kiss to pour a generous amount in his palm, rub his hands together, and slide them down the front of Avery’s body.
But she wasn’t interested in getting clean or being pampered. Her blue eyes glinted with a determined and devilish spark as she slowly lowered to her knees. She scooped some body wash from his hand, rubbed it between hers then closed all ten fingers around his cock and slowly stroked base to tip.
Sensation exploded through his hips and up his spine. He clenched his teeth around a curse, planted one hand against the tile to keep his balance. “Fuck, Avery...”
Her smile grew. Turned even hotter. And she lowered her gaze to his cock, just inches from her nose where she stroked and squeezed, varying touch, strength, and technique. Just when he thought it could get no better, she let one hand dip to his balls and rubbed. The other continued to work his cock until the fingers of his free hand were in her hair and his body trembled.
“God damn...” he growled through clenched teeth. He wanted to tell her to stop while hoping she’d never stop. Then Avery’s hands slipped from his body, leaving Trace throbbing, dizzy, and more than a little on the wild side.
She leaned sideways, allowing the water to rinse his body, then grinned up at him. “I think you’re plenty clean now.” Her gaze lowered to his cock as if assessing. “You make me so hungry.”
Before Trace could catch his breath, Avery had his cock in her mouth, and the first stroke of her tongue over his head shot a jolt of exquisite current through his whole body, making him jerk. She slowly slid him deep, and opened her throat to tuck his head into the tight space. The combination of heat, wetness, pressure, not to mention the sight of her on her knees with his cock down her throat, had to be the most delirious thrill ever.
But it wasn’t enough.
He combed his fingers through her hair and said, “Suck, baby.”
Her lashes fluttered, and her eyes met his. Her mouth closed around his cock with gentle suction, and the tantalizing sensation stole his breath. Made his mouth drop open. Made an animalistic sound grind from his chest. His eyes fell closed, but he forced them open to watch the sexiest sight ever—Avery watching him, watching her, suck his cock.
“Fuck that’s so good,” he rasped, rocking his hips back and dragging his length from the heat of her mouth.
Avery immediately understood his need. She closed her eyes, gripped his ass with one hand, and pulled him into her, taking his cock all the way to the base, then adding suction as she moved back.
“God damn .” His voice was as raw as his need. And as Avery went to work with the same single-minded determination she gave everything that mattered to her, Trace cupped her head with both hands, blown away by the way she used her mouth to bring him pleasure. His fingers clenched and released as his excitement mounted, tangling in her hair.
Her low moan of pleasure rumbled over him and made him realize just how close to the end of his control he’d slipped.
“Need more.” Trace drew his cock from between her lips, and leaned down to pulled her to her feet with a rough, “Need all of you.”
He reached behind her and hit the water controls, then lifted her into his arms. He grabbed his wallet on the way out, struggling to carry her to the bed while she was infusing him with wild, passionate, hungry kisses.
He braced one knee and one hand on the bed, lowering her to the fluffy white comforter, then dug a condom out of his wallet. “You look like an angel.”
She pushed herself upright, thighs wide and wrapped around his, and took the condom from his hand. She ripped the package and rolled on the condom, her touch making Trace flinch and his hands fist. Then she looked up at him, her gaze both hot and...a little uncertain. “I may look like an angel, but I want you to love me like the devil.”
Fire licked through his veins. His cock jumped, as if coming to attention. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, holding her gaze while he positioned the head of his cock against her slick softness. Then he lowered her slowly, reveling in every soft inch of penetration. Of passion. Of possession.
The emotions that passed through her eyes seemed to grab on to his heart and sink in. Lust, awe, pleasure.Her expression showed more emotions than he could read. But the one that tied knots in his chest was the one spreading over her beautiful face once he filled her completely—a look of bliss, of fulfillment. Of something Trace could only label as...acceptance? As if she, too, felt the overwhelming power between them and was acquiescing to his need to take ownership of her—for as long as that lasted.
His chest filled with a sudden and unexpected mix of emotions that both terrified and excited him. But he couldn’t think about those now. Not when his cock was buried in her wet heat. Not when her body belonged to him. Only him.
Trace pressed his forehead to hers, wrapped his arms low on her hips, and started to move with an overwhelming need to infuse her with pleasure. More pleasure than she’d ever known. More pleasure than she’d ever even believed possible. In some small corner of his mind, he was equating pleasure with longevity. As if he could provide enough sexual satisfaction to make up for all the other differences between them. As if giving her the best sex of her life would allow her to overlook the fact that he was an ex-con. As if physical pleasure alone could make her stay.
Trace shoved those irrational thoughts aside and purposely held her gaze as he moved slowly and thrust deep. Her every little gasp, every little chirp of surprised pleasure, thrilled him beyond reason. He let his hands roam, caressing her skin. Let his mouth travel, kissing her lips, her cheek, her neck. He whispered her name but little more. They didn’t seem to need words to communicate this bond growing between them. He saw it in her eyes, tasted it in her kiss, felt it in her body. They were in sync. They were speaking on a deeper level than anything he’d ever known. And what he heard, body and soul, reached inside his chest and pulled hard.
As her pleasure rose, she tightened her arms around his neck and rocked her hips into his thrusts. The feel of her body undulating beneath his hands combined with the slam of pleasure with each thrust, was insanity inducing.
Soon his entire world, his entire existence became Avery and the sensual rock of her body, the feel of her pussy stroking and squeezing his cock, her quick breaths and moans of pleasure.
She leaned back, one arm still around his neck, and pressed the other to his thigh for leverage to lift her hips into his with more force. Her brow furrowed in that borderline-climax, pleasure-pain expression that ticked up the heat in Trace’s blood. He was already slick with sweat, but he pumped his hips harder, ridiculously pleased when her mouth dropped open and a sound of ecstasy floated from her chest.
“Yes, yes, yes . . .” she murmured.
“Do I feel good, Avery?”
Her eyes opened and fixed on his face, and she managed, “So good.” But her eyes said, Way more than good , and her head dropped back on an, “Oh God...”
Her climax loomed, urging Trace to push things into high gear. He pumped harder, deeper, faster, losing himself in their perfect rhythm and the rise of his own pleasure.
And when Avery’s head dropped back, her mouth open on a cry of release, her pussy tightening and gushing warmth over his cock, Trace let go, too, driving home for an orgasm that twisted every muscle and blew every brain cell. He pressed his face to her neck and breathed her in, surrounded himself in her skin and her scent to cement the moment in his memory as sensations rippled through his body, again and again.
When the orgasm released him, Trace’s muscles gave, and he rolled to the bed with Avery. He kept most of his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush her while they caught their breath. But Trace’s mind wouldn’t start working properly again anytime soon. And he didn’t give a goddamn, because he planned on lying in this bed all night with her—no escape plan in sight.
And, God, he was still awed at this explosive chemistry. This was just so...“Fucking amazing.”
Her quick breaths bathed the skin of his chest, stuttering when she laughed softly. “So it’s not just me. This isn’t just wildly mind-blowing for me because I’m so inexperienced?”
Trace laughed and lifted his head from her shoulder to look down into her face. She was flushed and glowing, and the smile in her eyes made them sparkle in the moonlight. “No, baby. This is just that fucking amazing because of you and me, together.”
She stretched out and relaxed into the bed beneath her, and the smile she gifted Trace was like a lantern in the darkness, offering him all the light he’d ever need.
She reached up and stroked his face, and that familiar softness warmed her eyes again. “I like the sound of that, you and me, together.”
Trace’s heart turned warm and gooey, and emotions rushed to the surface. Emotions and the fears that tagged along with them. For now, he pushed them away and reveled in the way this woman turned him inside out.