21. AVERY #3
“Legs,” he grits into my chest, hands sweeping from my thighs to my ass as I wrap my legs around his hips. “Good girl.” He tongues across my collarbone as he flips the water off and walks us into the bedroom.
Rhett deposits me on the bed, opening my legs before he crawls over my body, tracing over my stomach with his tongue and kissing over my ribs.
He lingers over my breasts, focusing on each in turn.
I really could be pure fucking sunshine when he braces himself over me with heaving breaths and that soft smile that makes everything else disappear.
“I’m going to do all those things you asked for. I promise.” The tip of his nose strokes up my cheek to my temple. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop,” he rasps into my ear. “I’m going to fill you until you are bursting at the seams.”
Fisting his cock between us, he flicks my clit again and again. It’s maddening and incredible all at once.
“Please,” I beg as he slowly situates himself at my entrance.
“I’m going to make you mine,” Rhett growls, pushing deep in one hard thrust that completely chokes my cry.
God, he’s so much bigger than I was ready for, and the stretch steals every thought from my head until all that’s left is him. Everywhere. Filling me so completely that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.
“If it’s the last thing I ever do,” he tells me while pulling back. “Over”—he shallows in and out—“and over.” He slams home with a grunt, sparking pain, pleasure, and unrelenting desire.
Thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, he owns my body as though it’s natural law, intrinsic to my very existence. Finding my hands above my head, he laces his fingers with mine.
“My perfect sunshine,” he whispers into my ear, quickening his pace. “My beautiful sweetheart. So good for me.”
A full-body shudder rolls through me at his words, my walls fluttering around him so hard that he groans.
“Doc, don’t stop,” I plead as he slows, pulling out to edge back inside me, teasing all the pleasure from my core to my extremities, stealing every piece of my soul with his wildfire eyes and hungry kisses. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” Bucking deeper into me, Rhett releases one of my hands to grasp my thigh, hooking it over his hip as my body begins to slacken with my murmuring orgasm.
“Ever,” he repeats over my muted cry.
Curse after curse spill from my lips the harder he drives into me, faster until I come apart for him.
“I can’t—“ The words shatter on my tongue as my body convulses around him.
“You can.” His pace doesn’t slow. If anything, Rhett drives deeper, his hand cradling the back of my head as his lips find my ear. “One more, sunshine. Give me one more. Please.”
“Rhett—” My voice is a wreck. Every nerve ending is lit up, raw and screaming, and each thrust sends shockwaves through flesh that’s already spent. It’s too much. It’s agonizing and exquisite, and I can’t tell which is winning.
“I know.” He groans it like a confession, like he’s as undone as I am. “I know, sweetheart, but please, I need—” His voice cracks against my skin, and the desperate, broken need in it squeezes around my chest. “I need all of you.”
And God, I want to give it to him. I want to give him every last piece of me, even the ones that are trembling and burning and begging for mercy.
“I can’t get enough of you.” Rhett’s forehead presses to my temple, his breath ragged and hot as he holds still inside me. Waiting for me even though he’s drowning in his desperation.
“Then take it…take what you need,” I whisper, barely audible. “Take everything. Use me.”
A guttural groan tears from his chest as he buries himself so deep inside me, my vision whites out. His hand slides from my head to my jaw, tilting my face to his as he drives into me with a tenderness that contradicts the ferocity of his pace. Slow and hard. Deep and devastating.
Another wave of pleasure unravels through me. Thread by thread, it pulls me apart from somewhere so deep inside me, I didn’t know it existed.
“Oh God…Rhett...Rhett!” A sob breaks from my lips as it washes through me, endless and merciless.
“Avery, sweetheart…” Rhett follows me over with my name on his tongue, spilling into me with a shudder that racks his entire body. “So fucking perfect…”
His legs buckle, and with a grunt, Rhett braces one hand against the wall beside my head and locks the arm around my waist tighter, holding me flush to him as he pins us both upright. My legs are useless, boneless things, and the only reason I’m still standing is because he won’t let me fall.
For the longest time, the sounds that exist are our jagged breaths, the rapid, synced thrum of our hearts thundering between our pressed-together chests as the water hammers down on us.
Then his lips find my shoulder.
So soft that I almost don’t feel it through the haze. One kiss. Then another. Then another. Slow and reverent, tracing the curve from my shoulder to the base of my neck and back again, like he’s memorizing every inch of my skin… of me.
All I can do is close my eyes and bask in this man and his boundless affection.