His Plaything(19)

Right then, all I wanted was to get her off. I was about to show her that I was dead fucking serious about my proposal from our first day. Specifically, the part about making her come so hard she forgot her own name—and then I'd keep going, again and again, until neither of us could take another second of pleasure. Once she got a taste of what I could make her feel, I was willing to bet that she wouldn't walk away.

Still holding her wrist, I let my other hand drift up to her face, ghosting along her jaw to her chin. “If you want me out of here, I'll leave. I promise. But I also promise that … if you don't say no, right now … I'm going to kiss you.”

She made a soft, throaty noise that just barely sounded like uh-huh. It was needy and plaintive, almost a whine, and I couldn't resist any longer. My hand slipped around the back of her head, pulling her close. I leaned in and locked my lips to hers.

Her mouth opened to me immediately. Our warm tongues slid over each other in sensual exploration. My fingers tangled in her long, damp hair; she smelled of sex and flowery shampoo. Even after her shower, I could taste the slightest traces of vanilla from the lip gloss she must have worn to class that day. I nibbled on her lower lip, teasing and tasting the soft flesh, and she sighed in bliss. Her small, tight body squirmed against me, trying to get closer. Her hands clutched at my biceps, then my shoulders and back, as if she couldn't decide where to touch first. Unable to resist her heat, I kissed harder, tongue skating along the roof of her mouth. My other hand slipped into her robe to cup and knead her firm, perky tits. She moaned and I felt her melt back against the pillows. This kiss was the answer I'd needed all along—she wanted me every bit as much as I wanted her. I wondered if she could taste her own flavor on my lips and groaned at the thought.

The thought that Avery was mine, finally all mine, was almost too much to bear. Soon, I would be hearing her cries right in my ear instead of through a door. But I couldn't just spread her legs and take her yet. Even if she didn't need it, she deserved a little more finesse than that. And I wanted to take full advantage of the moment.

I pulled away and almost lost my resolve at the lost look on her face. “Strip for me,” I ordered, as gently as I could manage when my cock felt ready to explode. “I want to see you.”

Avery was primed and ready, all right—she barely hesitated. Watching for my reaction, she went up on her knees and untied her robe. I stared hungrily as it slipped off her shoulders to reveal the perfect body I'd glimpsed last Saturday. I undid my pants, giving a sigh of relief when my aching cock sprang free, and kicked them off as I pulled my shirt over my head. I let her stare at me for a moment before adding, “Now lay down on your back and spread your legs.”

Once she had obeyed, I lay face-down between her knees and propped myself up on my elbows. This would be my first good look at her, and I'd be damned if I didn't take my time.

She was pink, slick, and fucking perfect. I gave her clit a long, slow lick from bottom to top and relished her loud gasp just as much as the taste. But I didn't have the patience right now to play around too much—hell, she probably didn't either. I quickly settled into steady, side-to-side strokes with the flat of my tongue, teasing her opening with my fingertips. As soon as her noises started to subside, telling me that she'd gotten accustomed to what I was doing, I slipped one finger inside up to the second knuckle. Then another finger. Then I curled them to tease her G-spot while my tongue kept working her clit.

Suddenly she gave a wild, keening cry and bucked up. Her thighs locked around my head and her nails dug into my scalp. Her inner muscles spasmed around my fingers, so hard I couldn't have pulled them out if I tried. I kept going with everything I had until she mewled and pushed me away, too overstimulated to even say “stop.”

Goddamn, woman, you come like a freight train. I felt a weird flash of territorial pride. Out of nowhere, I thought of Avery's first lover. The only other guy she'd ever had sex with—I didn't even know him, but he suddenly pissed me off. Had he ever eaten her out? Was he as good at it as me? If her explosive reaction was anything to judge by, the answer to one or both of those questions was probably “no.” What a damn shame. But I was here now, and I would show Avery just how incredible sex could be.

“So fucking sexy,” I commented with raised eyebrows. “You really must've been pent up.” She nodded slowly, still blissed out, and I smiled to myself. I could get used to seeing her like that. I licked my fingers clean, amused at the way her eyes snapped to my mouth. “Are you ready for the main event?” I asked.

A shadow crossed her face. Hesitation. “I…”