It took me nearly a half hour, but finally I stood outside Avery’s apartment door.
Fuck it. Going out to celebrate just felt fucking wrong without her. If she wasn’t feeling well, I knew one good way to make her feel better.
I knocked on the door. She answered after a minute and looked surprised. “Gibson,” she said.
“Hey,” I answered. “I came to see you.”
“Shouldn’t you be out partying?”
“Probably,” I said, and stepped closer to her. She was wearing a tank top and short cotton shorts, and she looked so fucking sexy. “But I didn’t feel like celebrating without you.”
“Gibson,” she said.
I took her by the hips and pulled her against me. She didn’t resist.
“We shouldn’t,” she said.
“Probably not, but fuck what we should do. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
When I kissed her, it felt right. I knew as soon as my lips touched hers that this was exactly what I’d needed to do all day. She didn’t resist for a second, just wrapped her arms around my neck. I moved her into the apartment and kicked the door shut behind me.
“Harper isn’t here,” she managed to say. “Studying.”
“Good.” I kissed her neck and slipped my hand down the front of her shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties, and her pussy was soaking wet already.
“You fucking dirty girl,” I said as I began to slowly work her clit. “You’re not wearing panties.”
“I didn’t expect anyone,” she said.
“Are you sure? Or were you hoping I’d show up?”
“Oh shit,” she gasped as I pressed my fingers deep inside her. “I was hoping. Fuck, I was hoping.”
“You wanted me to find you like this, looking sexy as fuck, not wearing any panties.”
“Yes,” she gasped as I fucked her pussy with my fingers. She kissed me hard, her tongue and lips working mine as my fingers pressed deep inside her soaking pussy.
I loved the way she tasted. I loved the way she felt. I loved how soaking wet her pussy was for me, even just moments after seeing me. She was ready to be fucked, practically begging for it, even when she thought it might complicate things.
That didn’t matter to me. All that mattered was her, was Avery. I could be out partying, getting hammered, getting treated like a fucking hero. Instead, all I wanted was her.
I pressed her back down onto the couch. She fell back and stared up at me. I dropped onto my knees in front of her and kissed her hard, my hands roaming her body, feeling her skin and her breasts. I began to kiss her neck and slowly slid her cotton short off.
I spread her legs nice and wide. She bit her lip as I kissed up her inner thigh and began to slowly tongue her clit.
“Shit,” she gasped. “Maybe we should go into my room.”
“No,” I said. “I’m not moving an inch. I’m starving for your pussy, Avery. I need to taste you.”
I began to suck and lick her clit harder, my tongue working her. Her only response was a moan, and that was how I fucking liked it. All I wanted to hear was her saying my name and moaning over and over again.
I loved the taste of her. I loved the noises she made as I sucked that soaking clit. I felt her hands lace in my hair and her hips move as I licked and sucked her, my tongue roaming every inch of her pussy.
I slowly pressed a finger deep inside her as I sucked her clit. That made her gasp. “Gibson,” she said. “Oh my god. That feels incredible.”
“I know what you like,” I said, fucking her pussy slowly with my fingers and looking at her. “I know what you need.”
“I need you.”
“You need my tongue and my fingers on this wet little cunt,” I said, and went back to work.
I worked her deep with my fingers, working her pussy. I wasn’t easing off or going at this slow. I’d wanted her so fucking badly all day long, and now I was taking her. I sucked that clit, making her feel incredible as I fucked her pussy with my fingers.
Her body was mine to do whatever I wanted with. And this, my tongue on her clit and my fingers fucking her, this was exactly what I wanted. Her moans made me fucking hard as hell, my cock ready to burst from my fucking jeans, but I was waiting. I could be patient. I wanted to make this pussy come once before I even slipped my cock deep inside her.
I kept working her, my tongue and lips sucking her clit. I felt her press harder on the back of my head, pressing me against her pussy as my fingers continued to fuck her.
“Shit, Gibson,” she gasped. “Wait. Wait. I’m so close.”
I felt her tug at my head, but I didn’t let up. I kept sucking and sucking her, working her clit, my fingers deep inside her. She gasped, wiggling her hips, her fingers tightening in my hair.