“What does it look like?” Then she sighed loudly and rubbed her forehead between thumb and finger. “Ugh, sorry. I'm just already regretting taking this fourth class. We have to turn in a response paper every Wednesday, and I have a million other things to get to, but my brain just shuts down every time I look at this fucking essay prompt.”
I walked over to stand behind her, leaning on the back of her office chair. “Sounds like you need a break.”
“No,” she moaned, dragging out the word into several syllables. “That's the exact opposite of what I need. I gotta pull myself together and knock this out!”
“Just ten minutes. It'll help you focus, I promise.” I started rubbing her shoulders and she made a small, surprised noise, which quickly turned to a groan of mixed pain and pleasure. I muttered, “Jesus, you're stiff as a board.”
“I'm not … surprised… ” Her voice came in strained bursts as my fingers dug deeper into the tight muscle. “Been sitting here for … five hours … aw, why'd you stop?”
I sat down on her bed and patted it. “Come on. Unless I get all the knots, they'll just spread from muscle to muscle again, and you'll be right back where you started.” I had no idea whether or not that was true, but it made sense enough.
Her mouth twisted in skepticism. Finally, though, she got out of her office chair and lay face-down on the bed. I straddled her ass, praying my boner wouldn't make an appearance in the next ten minutes, and resumed massaging her upper back. We lapsed into silence, broken only by an occasional squeak or sigh from Avery.
After I had worked my way down to the small of her back, I ventured a quiet, “Hey.”
“Mm?” There was a dreamy fuzziness to her tone and I wondered if I'd woken her up.
I took a deep breath and dove head-first into sincerity. “Last Friday night, Fox said a lot of stuff about me.” When she didn't react, I continued, “I won't lie and say that none of it never happened. But it's all in the past. I'm not that guy anymore.” I gave a short huff of a chuckle. “You have to understand how young and dumb I was. Even before I got my trident, I'd mention I was doing my pre-selection training, and girls would line up around the block to take off their panties. It didn't mean anything to anybody. They just wanted to bag a SEAL—like we were trophies—and we took them up on their offers. Hell, most of the guys still act like that.”
Avery said nothing. Her breath came softly; she didn't even open her eyes. But I knew she was listening to every word I said. What was more, she wanted to be convinced. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten so upset about my past in the first place. All I had to do now was just keep from fumbling the ball.
“Sure, sleeping around was fun for a few years. But I couldn't care less about that kind of stuff now. It's all in the past. And I can promise you something.” Leaning down to speak into her ear, I lowered my voice to an intimate murmur. “If we do this, and I mean really do this … it'll be just you and me. Nobody else. I don't share, and I don't expect you to, either.” My lips brushed her neck, and I heard her breath hitch. “So you've got nothing to worry about.”
My massage became gentler and more sensual. Gradually my hands swept further out, skimming the sides of her breasts through the thin, soft cotton of her T-shirt. With a flush of heat, I realized that she hadn't been wearing a bra this entire time. The kisses I peppered over her neck and shoulders became less and less chaste. Soon her cheeks were flushed and her back rose and fell with quick breaths. When I dared to run my hands under her chest, I felt that her nipples had hardened into little points—and she didn’t stop me.
We wanted each other. And we both knew it—there was no way she could miss the hardness pressing into her firm, shapely ass. When I started pushing up her T-shirt, she wriggled to turn over between my legs and helped peel it off. My breath caught at the sight of her perfect breasts. It had only been a few days since I'd first had Avery underneath me, but it felt like months. Torn between the desire to hurry up and the desire to savor her, I undressed her slowly, kissing each inch of bare flesh as I revealed it. Except for a few soft murmurs of pleasure, she stayed as quiet as a mouse the whole time. When I was kneeling between her legs, I looked up at her. “Are you sure this is okay?”
She nodded slowly, cheeks flushed and pink lips parted, and I didn't waste any more time. I breathed in, savoring the smell of her arousal, then placed the gentlest possible kiss on her clit. She whimpered and twitched. Unable to hold back, I started licking in earnest. Soon her nails left tingling trails over my scalp, overwhelmed yet still desperate for more. For the first time in my military career, I regretted my short buzz-cut, because it meant that she couldn't tangle her fingers in my hair. Her cries climbed higher until she almost wailed, every muscle quaking as her orgasm swept over her. It just whetted my appetite; I couldn't wait another second to finally have all of her. I got up and slipped my arms under her shoulders and knees.