1. Avery #4
“Well, that wait is over now, sweetheart.” He swings me around, and suddenly, everything shifts. As he goes to lay me back on the table, kissing my neck, it's like time slows. Plates, cutlery, and wine glasses go flying off the table in a dramatic, slow-motion cascade.
But somehow, everything begins fuzzing up and we're not in the restaurant anymore. The soft, Oregon beach sand catches us, under the dark, cloudy moonlit sky.
Confused? Hell if I know what’s going on, but it’s impossible to care as he starts kissing my breasts, one at a time. His mouth is hot, his tongue teasing, and I can't help arching into him.
He takes my right nipple between his teeth and gently bites, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. I pull his hair, a mix of pain and pleasure thrumming through my veins.
He comes up for another fiery kiss, his lips crushing against mine, before going back down and kissing my body. The sound of the waves against the shore only feet away fills my ears, and the splash of the surf is cool as he starts kissing my belly. I'm writhing around on the sand, moaning.
I look down and watch the top of his head as he slowly goes further down, kissing until he reaches my mound.
I’m so turned on, so wet, my pussy throbbing as, his warm tongue flicks across my swollen clit, making me squirm.
The sensation is so damn erotic, it sends floods of pleasure through my entire body.
Gripping my hips, his hands hold me in place as he continues to tease and torment me with his tongue. The sound of the surf thrashing seems to match the rhythm of my pulse, each one bringing me closer to the edge.
"Ohhh... ohhh... yes... yes... Gray," I moan, my fingers digging into the sand, trying to find something to hold onto as the world spins around me.
Glancing up, his eyes are full of desire, and the sight of him between my legs, his mouth on me, is almost too much.
He doesn't let up, his tongue casting glorious magic, while his fingers join in, sliding inside me, curling just right. I can feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.
"Oh god, Gray, I'm so close. I'm... I'm..." I gasp as my body tenses. He growls against me, the vibration sending me over the edge.
"UUHHH..." I reach my first wave. "Yes, yes, yes..." Suddenly I come undone, my body convulsing, bolts of lightning crashing over me, matching the rhythm of the sea.
I try desperately to steady my breathing, Floating down from the high, my eyes never leave his as he crawls back up my body, his lips finding mine again.
"I think you liked that didn't you?"
I reach my hand down, my fingers curling around the base of his shaft. I slowly start to stroke, feeling it pulsate under my fingers. "Well, it was okay. But now I want you to fuck me good and hard, Gray."
A teasing smirk spreads across his lips as I taste myself on him. It's dirty, hot, and everything I knew that I needed. I help position him at my entrance, his cock hard and ready, and with one swift, hard thrust, he buries himself inside me.
"Oh, dear God..." I gasp, my nails digging into his back, my legs wrapping around him again. He starts to move, his hips thrusting against mine, each movement sending another shot of pleasure through me.
The sound of our bodies coming together, the feel of his skin against mine, the taste of him on my lips—it's all too much, and yet, not enough.
"More," I demand, my voice horse, my body aching for all of him. He complies, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, his body tensing as he chases his own release.
Next to us, the salty surf thrashes the shore, the sound of our pleasure mixing with the roar of the sea. I can feel him getting closer, his body tensing, his breathing fractured. I reach between us, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.
"Avery, Avery..." he groans, his body tensing. And then I feel it. His huge pole starts pulsing inside me as he spills his load, thick and hot, inside me.
The sensation, the sound of my name on his lips, and the waves frothing next to us send me right over the edge again, my body quivering around him, my pleasure matching his.
Leaning down, he gently kisses me, and just as he’s about to roll off next to me on the sand—
BLARPARP-ARPARP-ARPARP-ARPARP!
My eyes snap open, and my hand slams against my alarm clock.
What the actual—?
It takes me a second to realize that I’m not on the beach. There’s no Gray, no waves, not even sand sticking in awkward places. Instead, I’m staring at the early morning light filtering weakly through my bedroom window.
I roll over, still gasping, trying to cling to the remnants of the dream as it starts to fade, evaporating like steam off a cup of coffee.
My old box and all the papers are scattered across my bed, half of them sticking to my legs.
With my heart still racing, I push myself up onto my elbows, staring blankly at the chaos around me. For a split second, I actually debate lying back down and trying to reclaim the dream. Who knows? Maybe it’s still there, waiting for me to dive back in.
“Jesus Christ, Avery,” I mutter to myself, brushing the papers aside and flopping back against the headboard. “What’s up with you girl?”