Chapter 26
Avery Hunter’s Reporter Notebook: Definitely stick it where the sun don’t shine.
My head whipped up so fast. “You want to stick that in me backward? Like the little part in my ass?”
Warren paused. “Not if you do not want that.”
I considered what he was suggesting. I never tried that before. Nothing anywhere close to it. Not that I didn’t want to, but there had never been anyone as adventurous as I was in the past, however long we dated. And I certainly hadn’t tried it on myself.
“We’ll need lube, I think,” I said. “In the drawer.”
He pulled out a small, clear packet of lube and drizzled the substance over the dildo and the clitoral stimulator that was apparently about to be the ass-tastic part of our sexy time. I snort-laughed. Why not?
“You okay with this?” Warren paused as he resumed his T-shaped oral sex position.
His intense green eyes bored into my soul. A strand of dark hair fell from the shellac and hung over his brow. His abs and muscles were coiled tight. And his dick wept to be part of the action.
No matter how ready he was, if I said no, I knew he would shut that shit down in a freaking heartbeat.
A strange feeling swelled inside me, and I nearly blurted out the three words that had been on the tip of my tongue since we got married.
But I knew this was not the time for grand declarations of feelings.
And if I didn’t get my orgasm soon, I would probably die.
Not to mention the purplish hue Warren’s dick had taken on.
The poor thing needed to blow off some release soon.
I grinned at Warren. “I am okay with you doing this. I’ve never done it before, though.”
He nodded. “Me neither.”
“Another first.”
My heart stuttered as his slow smile reappeared. “Another first. I will take it slowly.”
After that, there were no words. The man licked me like a professional vagina kisser.
Within two or three passes, I felt the orgasm building in my body and swore on everything holy: if Warren stopped what he was doing, I would murder him and bury him in the woods.
Not a single jury would convict me. Well, not a jury of women, anyway.
He flicked his tongue underneath my clit, and it sent me soaring into the sky. “Warren! Holy shit! Warren!” I grabbed a handful of his hair as the orgasm took hold of me and spread like a wave of fast-moving lava throughout my extremities.
As I came down, I felt the toy's vibrations at my entrances. The slick lube dripped down my ass and would no doubt leave a wet spot on the sheets, but I found I didn’t give one shit about that.
“Relax,” Warren whispered as he licked my clit again. The angle created a sensation so intense and different than anything I ever felt. I knew it wouldn’t take long to send me soaring again.
He sucked my clit thoroughly into his mouth as he eased the toy into my core and ass. I sucked in a breath. “Soooooo good.”
It either took two seconds, or two hours, but more likely somewhere in between, that the toy was fully seated inside me. Between the vibrations, the fullness of the toy, Warren’s mouth, and everything, the second orgasm built. This was unlike anything else I ever experienced in my life.
I’d seen videos of the moments before a tsunami made landfall. Where the ocean or sea recedes, revealing the marine floor and warning coastal residents about what’s to come.
That is how it felt. The impending orgasm was too big. Warren had stripped me back to the bare essence of my soul, and I knew if I let go, it would destroy everything I held close, all of the protection I built around my heart.
I nearly turned away, pulling from him, but the second I made eye contact, I knew there was no turning back.
All I had to do was let go.
So I did.
Right before I passed out.
I awoke to strong arms surrounding me. My core was deliciously sore, and my skin still tingled from the tsunami orgasm that took me under.
“There she is,” Warren kissed my forehead.
Fuck. Forehead kisses again. Damn him.
“What did you do to me?” I burrowed closer to him. He smelled and felt so good that I was getting turned on all over again.
“I gave you an orgasm so strong you passed out,” Warren replied.
His voice held no sense of smug entitlement, only that matter-of-fact tone that let me know it was as big of a surprise to him as it was to me.
I pulled away from our embrace and rolled until I hovered over him. Those green eyes roamed my face, checking in with me and continuously scanning my responses. Always worried how I was doing.
I straddled his waist and sat up. “You promised me full-contact sex, and I’m here to collect. Tell me now if you don’t want that.”
Warren blinked a few times at me. “I do. I do want that.”
I leaned down and clasped his face, my thumbs reverently brushing against his cheek. He looked up at me, his eyes shimmering with a mix of vulnerability and something else I wasn’t ready to look at too closely.
At that moment, the world faded away. It was the two of us, suspended in a universe of our own design. There was no island of misfit family members. No jobs pressing down on us. No marriage boot camp.
Just us.
I touched my forehead to his, his warm breath brushing over my face as he panted at our proximity. An electric tingle surged through me everywhere we touched, and I knew I would never be able to get enough of him, no matter how long we lived.
He blurred in my vision, and I realized that if I didn’t kiss him soon, I’d say something we’d both regret. Maybe.
Our lips met tentatively, a sweet and soft brush that sent fireworks through my veins. I felt Warren’s cock bounce against my ass as I deepened the kiss. His arms snaked around my back as he pulled me closer toward him, but even when we were pressed skin-to-skin, it was still too far away.
I lined him up with my core, an eyebrow raised in the question. Do you want this?
He nodded at me, and I sank down, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside me.
His breath shuddered out of him as I let out a sigh.
He felt so right. Like we were meant to be together.
That overwhelming feeling swamped my system again, and I bit my tongue to keep the words inside.
Keeping the feelings at bay was growing more difficult, but I needed more time.
I slid up, then back down his shaft.
He groaned, then rolled us until I was on my back. Warren pulled out and then pushed deeper into my body. His intense stare was too much, so I closed my eyes.
“No, Avery.” Warren stilled. “Eyes on me while I am inside you. I want there to be no doubt who brings you the next orgasm.”
My eyes flew open. His were nearly black. The tension in his arms, the concentration on his face, I knew that meant he was holding back from rutting me like a damn animal. And oh, how that turned me on.
“You are so wet,” Warren said as he picked up the pace. He reached my clit with one hand while holding himself up with the other. “It will be difficult to go for long.”
Long, soft lovemaking would be the death of me. I needed him deep and hard and rough. Anything to get my mind off the feelings between us. I leveled my gaze at him. “Don’t go long, Warren. Go deep. Fast. And go hard. I want that.”
That was all it took. The man pulled back and then pounded into me with the stamina from his yoga practice.
His muscles bunched as he fucked me harder while toying with my clit, bringing me right to the edge of another orgasm.
I dug my fingernails into his hips, trying to pull him closer to me while knowing there was no way he could get any deeper into me without us fusing our souls.
“So. Close.” Warren’s forehead beaded with sweat.
I squeezed his ass. “Let go, Warren. Give me everything.”
But instead of unleashing The Viking Warren Kraken, he rubbed my clit faster until I was breathing heavily. Then, he pumped hard into me once, twice, and pulled me along in the wake of his orgasm, roaring my name as he emptied inside me.
“I believe I am in love with you,” Warren said right before I passed out again.