Chapter 25
Avery was a goddamn vision. My dream girl.
The type of woman I hadn’t come across in forty years and just about gave up on finding.
Then that night at the bar changed everything.
Every time she spoke, I found myself wanting to know more about her.
Whenever I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her, like right now, I had this burning desire churning in my stomach to show her just how much I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Spencer, I want so much more with you right now. I want to take this further…” Her voice trailed as if there was a but coming.
“But…” And there it was. “We need to have a conversation beforehand.” Her beautiful blue eyes dipped down nervously, refusing to look into mine.
Tilting her chin up, I could sense where this conversation was headed.
“Have you been safe while working?” I wasn’t scolding her. I knew this would come up eventually, and let’s be real, there was no perfect time to have an uncomfortable conversation such as this one.
“Always. I required a condom and I’m on birth control. I test very frequently and haven’t been with anyone in that way since I met you.”
Unsure of why, but that last part shocked me. My eyebrows rose, and she responded, “What is it?”
“You really haven’t been with anyone since that night at the bar?”
That made two of us.
“No. It just … didn’t feel right.” Her voice was almost a whisper.
Even though she was a tough one to crack in the beginning, I had a feeling she felt what I had from the very start. It was just always harder for her to admit.
Our conversations flowed so effortlessly. The gap in our age didn’t matter in the slightest, and she allowed me to spoil her, but she didn’t expect it like other women would have in the past.
Avery didn’t have to elaborate for me to understand her feelings. She continued to work because she had to, but she still set boundaries for herself while she was on the job—separating her real feelings from the ones she had to fake.
“You feel right to me, Avery.”
Her gaze connected with mine as she slid off the counter. It was almost as if when that blindfold came off, she allowed herself to feel. To see me.
She slipped her hands over my shoulders, taking my dress shirt with her. The only words that were said as she undressed me were the ones we were thinking—the unspoken ones.
Her eyes did all the talking when she unfastened my belt, dropping it to the floor with a thud from the buckle.
Instead of letting her eyes fall, she kept them on me through every intimate moment and touch.
Even when my slacks slipped down my legs, and my briefs followed, freeing my cock—her gaze melted into mine.
“It terrifies me just how right you feel to me, Spencer.”
“Don’t be scared, allow yourself to feel.” My hand snaked around the base of her neck, searching her eyes for answers.
“You’re starting to sound like my friends.” She chuckled sarcastically.
“Yeah, well, by the way you make it sound, they are a couple of your favorite people, so I don’t mind being grouped with them.” I brought my forehead to hers.
“Show me just how right this thing is between us then and don’t make a fool of me … please,” she pleaded in a whisper.
“I can’t prove to you in this one moment alone that I won’t hurt you, you’re just going to have to trust me, Bella—just like the blindfold.”
“I trust you,” she repeated those same three words from earlier.
“Good. You belong to me, Avery. Even if it takes a lifetime to prove it to you, then that will be okay, because it will mean that we’ve made it.”
When her lips brushed against mine, the electric touch of it hit differently than any other kiss we’d shared.
The intent behind it was distinct—more of a promise than just a simple kiss.
A promise that what we felt for each other was real.
A promise that I would handle her with care because she had been through far more in her twenty-four years than any other woman should.
A promise that once we took this next step, there wouldn’t be someone else we wanted to share this kind of moment with.
Our passion for one another turned hotter with each flick of the tongue, with each pull of a lip, and the longer we stood under each other’s spell, our hands turned ravenous.
“Spencer,” she moaned, the heat of her breath tickling my jaw.
“Turn around. I want to get a good look at you.”
Avery followed as I guided her to face the mirror. Looking at her through the reflection, her eyelids fell shut, and her head tipped back as my cock grinded along her backside.
“Open your eyes, baby. Take a moment to appreciate how amazing you look.”
Her eyes opened, along with her mouth. “Fuck me, please,” she whimpered.
“Spit.” I held my hand in front of her mouth.
Making direct eye contact with me through the mirror, her cheeks hallowed, and her spit filled my palm.
“Good girl.” I used her spit to coat my cock, rubbing the tip along her center.
She was soaked for me all over again.
Avery braced herself, using the counter for leverage. Pushing her ass back, her pussy searched for my length. Eager. Desperate. Just as in need of me as I was for her.
I was a greedy man, and there were two images I desperately needed etched into my brain. The urge to watch both my cock enter her but also watch the look on her face as she took my size.
Choosing the latter, I lined my head up perfectly to her wet slit.
“Just tell me if it’s too much, baby.”
She nodded.
Slipping into her little by little, I watched as her jaw dropped, and her stomach caved in. A sweet moan slipped from her lips, and I shared a low grunt of my own. Her pussy gripped me with every inch that vanished between her legs.
“Jesus Christ. So tight.”
“So big,” she whispered in a sultry voice.
My full length was buried inside of her from root to tip. “Holy shit. Don’t fucking move.” I let out a heavy breath. “I just need a moment. You’re squeezing the hell out of me.”
Jesus, she was stunning. Looking at me with heady eyes, her perky tits pressed together between her arms, and her face void of any makeup.
It was the first time my cock felt like it was being owned—like it belonged to this woman.
Feelings I couldn’t quite explain built up inside of me every time her and I were intimate.
Everything felt different with her. The way she kissed me.
The way our sexual chemistry was so goddamn explosive even before we had ever done anything with one another.
Lacing my fingers around the base of her neck, the tattoo on my hand reflected back at me. I squeezed her throat just enough to get a good grip on her and see how she’d react.
“Yes,” she sighed.
So responsive.
With my free hand, I felt the weight of her breast in my palm, toying with her nipple in between my fingers.
“Look at you, Bella.” I pinched her nipple a little bit tighter. “Are you ready for me to own you?” I grunted in her ear.
“Yes, Daddy. Make me yours.”
That little request of hers had me losing all control.
Pulling my cock just a couple of inches from her heat, I slammed back into her. Repeating the process with a couple of hard thrusts, followed by a slow push. My hand gripped her throat, and I watched her as she gasped for air between each manic moan.
“Do you like the way my cock feels filling you up?” I grunted between slaps of my body against hers.
“Yes. Yes.”
“Do you like it when I’m a little rough with you?” I squeezed a bit harder, fucking her with a little more aggression.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t want to. The last thing I wanted was to rip my body apart from hers.
There wasn’t a more perfect feeling in the world.
She had the ability to make me forget everything else that took up space in my mind.
When I was with her, it was just the two of us.
In this bubble we’d built, Jackson’s problems didn’t exist, any stress from work disappeared, Avery never had to deal with a shitty ex, and her beautiful body was for my eyes only—it didn’t live on the internet for anyone to see.
“I’m so close, baby. Come all over my cock,” I huffed out.
Granting me permission, she answered, “I’m right there with you, Spence. Come inside of me.”
Finally, I snapped my eyes away from her face, watching as I pounded into her just a few more times. Every stroke brought me closer along with her words, come inside of me.
Drops of sweat began to form, threatening to drip from my hair as I held back my orgasm so she could come first. The most stunning shade of pink I’d ever seen danced across her cheeks when her pussy held on to me, begging me to mix my cum with hers.
The vein in my neck popped and the deep tan in my skin tinted red as I held on a little longer.
“Oh my God. I’m coming, Spencer.” Her ass backed up wildly against my cock, and working together, we drained each other completely.
As I spilled into her, my entire body relaxed. The tension in my neck and shoulders slipped away, and the sensation of release had me feeling at ease. Being with Avery was an entirely different kind of comfort that hadn’t existed in my life until now.
When I asked her to drop her guard and not be scared when it came to me, I was ready to free fall right into the comfort of her arms. But what if it wasn’t as easy as I made it sound?
What if this was too good to be true and this feeling was just a temporary high?
What if the moment things became too easy, and her debts were paid, she’d take off?
What if my insecurities were the one thing that would break us?
I needed to trust her in the same way I asked her to trust me.