Chapter 31 Avery #2
When Avery shifted obediently, Tanner expelled a pained breath as he knelt on the floor between her ankles.
Dragging them apart, he drew the silky hem of her dress slowly up her legs.
It slithered over her shins, past her knees and up to her hips, his hands brushing a path across her skin as the satin traveled higher and higher.
Avery fell back onto her elbows, unable to tear her eyes from Tanner’s face as he followed the movement of his fingers.
“You . . . are . . . beautiful,” he murmured.
“Stroking you feels like the glide of my skates on the ice.” His hair fell across his forehead as he propped her heels on the very edge of the bed, lifting her dress higher, baring the white lace of her panties.
Tanner’s teeth caught on his lower lip with a hiss of breath. “So fucking delicious.”
He dipped his chin and Avery arched with a gasp as he kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other.
There was a moment of anticipation so intense she couldn’t move before Tanner’s head lowered again and the heat of his mouth burned through cotton and lace.
He lapped at the outside of her underwear, humming his approval—of her scent?
Her panties? She didn’t know. She didn’t care.
He teased her by refusing to remove her clothes in an exact contrast to how he’d teased her with the steady stripping of his own.
Oh, the gorgeous, infuriating irony. Avery begged and twisted and still he kept the barrier between them.
The material, already damp with her need, grew even wetter from his mouth.
It chafed her delicate skin until she craved the soft, soothing drag of his tongue.
“Please, Tanner. Please . . .” Avery threw her hands above her head, her heels sliding over the bed sheets as he pushed her legs wider apart.
“What do you want?”
“I need—”
“What do you need, Stretch?”
Curse him and his iron control. “Your mouth. I need your mouth on me. I need you.”
Finally.
Tanner pushed her underwear to one side and the first hot, moist sweep brought a stream of swear words from Avery’s mouth, which made him chuckle, deep and low.
He tasted her again with another long stroke.
Then another. And another. Each strung her tighter and tighter, the tension creeping through her limbs, building slowly, powerfully, relentlessly.
He swirled his tongue over her clit and she trembled.
The muscles in her thighs quivered. All Avery needed was the two fingers he slid inside her, the sensation of fullness at her core, and she clenched around him, coming with a shallow cry, the small of her back lifting from the mattress.
He sucked at her, drawing out the pleasure while her body wracked with tremor upon tremor beneath him.
“Who needs wedding cake or champagne when I can eat you?” Tanner licked his fingers as he straightened, finally sliding her panties down her legs. “And white underwear is my favorite. If I’d known you were wearing these, they’d have been in my pocket before the speeches.”
Avery opened her eyes, still trying to catch her breath. “You can keep them now—I don’t need them.”
“Bold of you to think I was giving them back.” Tanner rose to his feet, stripped off his underwear, and moved to kneel on the bed, his eyes smoldering with an amber flame as he loomed above her.
Wiping her moisture from his mouth, he reached for the condom.
She ached with emptiness, needing more from him immediately, and the evidence of his desire, as he sheathed himself in the most fluent of maneuvers, clutched at Avery’s belly.
Settling himself in a seated position against the headboard, Tanner linked their hands and tugged.
“Take pity on a poor, battered body and come sit on me? I promise I’ll make it worth your while. ”
The laugh huffed from her lips as Avery sat up. There was nothing poor or battered about him. His stomach rippled with more muscle mass than she suspected she had in total. His chest was a tactile rockface of temptation, his arms corded in a way that made her mouth water.
When Avery slid her leg over his broad thighs, their eyes caught and held in a shared groundswell of desperate eagerness.
His hands on her waist, Tanner pulled her steadily down until she felt the tip of his cock at her slick center and a gasp escaped her lips.
With one long, slow drag and a fractured growl, he lodged himself inside her, rolling his hips until she was seated as deep as it was possible to go. It felt blissful.
The teasing, the touching, the waiting, all leading to this.
“Yes,” Avery whispered, her eyes fluttering closed, her hands pressed to his chest. “I love the way you feel inside me.” The admission slipped from her tongue on a breathy moan.
“That’s convenient,” Tanner rasped, his lips moving against her neck, “because I love the way I feel inside you, too.” His hands slid over the silky material still covering her hips. “But I should have fucking stripped you. This dress is in my way—I want more of your skin.”
He tugged the satin neckline down, pulled the delicate bra cup aside and closed his mouth around one nipple.
Avery shuddered. He sucked harder, raising her hips then dragging them down again.
He threw back his head, groaning aloud at her tightness as uncontrollable tremors rippled through her muscles.
She drew her tongue along the scar that bisected his lip and took over the rise and fall of their movements to save his shoulder, sinking down on him again and again.
The heavenly slide was too much and not enough.
Avery urged him deeper, craving the possession and reveling in the thick stretch of him as he thrust upward at the perfect angle.
“Fucking yes! Holy fucking fuck . . .” Tanner muttered the obscene litany into her hair.
Her nails dug into his biceps as her breath hitched. The way he filled her was inimitable.
She rocked her pelvis, chasing the orgasm building rapidly from the friction between their bodies and panting out her needs. “I want . . . more, Tanner. That’s so good. I’m nearly there—”
As the repetitive shift provided the perfect stimulation against her sensitive clit, another ruinous high wracked Avery’s body in relentless waves.
And Tanner came hard at the same time, his thighs shaking as he spilled his pleasure with surge after forceful surge.
Savoring the dirty adoration that tumbled from his lips, she slumped against his chest with her fingers in the sweaty strands of his hair.
“I fucking love your body, Stretch. You make me explode.” Tanner closed his mouth on the salty cords of her neck, dragging shuddering breaths in and out of his lungs.
“There’s no way I can play it cool when you only have to look at me and I’m desperate for you.
” He rubbed his thumb over the crumpled folds of silky material at her waist. “Also, you’re probably gonna have to dry-clean this dress.
I don’t mind if you send me the bill—it was worth it. ”
Swallowing against a sudden tightness in her throat, Avery let out a winded giggle and held him closer. She didn’t know how he could make her laugh so easily, even as her terror at wanting him this much threatened the blissful calm of the moment.
But with Tanner’s ragged breath in her ear and the feel of his smile close to her temple, the fear couldn’t take a proper hold just yet. And his sunshine began to seep perilously into the chilled and dusty corners of Avery’s heart.
“It was perfect,” she whispered, but there was a hollow edge to the words and they both heard it.