Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Damn, you look good. Come here.” I patted the bed next to me.
“Leave the panties on?” He hooked his thumb in the waistband. “They’re turning me on like crazy, but I don’t want to risk making more laundry…”
“Oh, I definitely want all your laundry duty.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. “Leave them on. I can handle it if they get messy.”
I said the words as a sexy tease, but there was a deeper message. I wanted to handle everything Avery could throw at me—complicated emotions, kinky desires, unspoken needs, all of it.
“Lie on your stomach.” Sliding over in the bed, I motioned next to me.
“Uh…” His eyes turned wary.
“Trust me? If you hate anything, I’ll stop. But I want to explore you some. Make you feel good. Indulge me?”
“I do trust you. I’m just more into doing than relaxing.” He flopped down next to me. “But have at it.”
“So sexy.” I made a clucking noise before running my hands down his back. Not a massage precisely but intended to relax him. His trust was even more of a turn-on than the panties. Avery tried to put aside some of his natural, boundless energy, and I tried to put my appreciation into the long, sweeping motions of my hands.
When he exhaled hard, tension leaving his back, I dipped my head so I could kiss his neck. I’d kissed his mouth plenty by now but not nearly enough other places. I skimmed my lips across the base of his neck, making him gasp. I liked that, so I did it again, and he wriggled sexily against the bed.
“Love your ass in these panties.” I gave him a squeeze before resuming kissing my way down his spine and then back up, lots of featherlight kisses that made him buck, dragging one corner of the sheets loose. “Don’t you dare come yet. I’m just getting started.”
“Getting started driving me nuts.”
“Yup.” I responded to his complaint by going even slower, licking and touching as he squirmed under me. I pinned him more firmly beneath me, which made him moan louder. “You like that? Me holding you down?”
“Yes.” He drew the word out in a long shuddery exhale. “Making me take it.”
Experimenting, I held him tighter and licked the small of his back, tracing the edge of his silky underwear with my tongue. A big part of the turn-on for me was how he was letting me trap him. I knew perfectly well that he could flip me off at any time, those strong limbs and wily skills of his. But he was letting me have my way with him, and that was heady stuff.
“Fuck.” He writhed against my hands and body, and now I was the one in danger of short-circuiting early.
“Flip.” I let him up exactly enough to roll over, then pinned him back against the mattress. “Lots more of you I need to taste before I get you off.”
“You’re so mean.” Avery’s eyes were half-shut, mouth slack as he released more shaky exhales.
“How are you so fucking gorgeous?” I stretched his arms up so I could kiss his neck and freckled collarbones. He had far less body hair than me, but strangely the tufts under his arms and random stray hair on his chest turned me on like crazy, made my dick throb and leak.
Him letting me do this also did it for me big time, the way he arched toward my mouth, presenting more real estate for me to kiss. I lightly licked a nipple which earned me a moan.
“More,” he whispered, and I was only too happy to lick and flick and suck until he was humping hard against me.
“What did I say about coming?” I mock scolded, half expecting him to tell me and my little game off, but instead, Avery trembled.
“To wait.”
“Yup.” I stroked his abs, an unexpected wave of tenderness washing over me. I absolutely loved giving him pleasure like this. Sliding lower on the bed, I licked down his faint trail of belly hair before rubbing my face against his black lacy panties. The raised texture was slinky, not scratchy, an extra layer of sensation. I blew a gust of hot air over the damp patch where his dick was straining the fabric, wanting to watch him squirm again.
“Jesus.” He threw his arm over his face like he was afraid to show me his expression. I was greedy, though, so I reached up and pushed it out of the way. His face was flushed and pink, eyes dilated like he was on something, and that was all my doing. My own cock surged against my belly.
“You’re perfect.” I dropped a kiss right on his belly button.
“I’ve never done this before,” he whispered.
“Never had someone go down on you?” That’s where I intended to head, but not if he had some objection.