Our eyes find each other's, and lock together with an intensity almost too difficult to bear. But for some reason, all the nervousness I'd had when he arrived tonight melt away.
Still holding my eye contact, he slowly enters me, his large cock stretches and fills me in ways Nathan's never did.
He gives me a quick, open-mouthed kiss and begins to move in me, still taking his time. I swallow, still not quite believing this is happening. It doesn't take long before I'm on the verge of tipping over again.
I can't stop moaning. Each slow thrust forces a squeal from me. My breath is ragged.
"Not yet," Knox says, and pulls out of me.
Holding me, he rolls us both over until I'm straddling him. He pulls me flat against him, and undoes my bra, pulls it off and tosses it away.
"I want to watch your tits bounce as you ride me," he says as he pushes me upright.
He positions his cock at my entrance, and I lower myself onto him. Sparks fly through my insides as I let my weight sink onto him, bringing him deeper into me than before. It almost hurts, it's in so deep, but somehow it's pure bliss.
Even though he's on the bottom, Knox pulses his hips and my body bounces. A smile springs onto his face as my tits jiggle and shake. He keeps bouncing me, and soon I'm back to squealing. My walls spasm more and more.
And with his hands on my ass, he yanks me off him. I moan in protest, but his hands sweep me along, until I'm sitting on his face. His tongue roves through my folds and zeroes in on my clit.
I've never done this before, I don't want to suffocate him. Knox's hands are firm on my ass, and hold my weight. Unable to hold my torso upright, I lean onto the heavy headboard.
Knox's tongue slides between my clit and entrance. The tingles shooting up my back and down my legs are overwhelming, but I'm determined not to make any noises. Or at least as few noises as I can. I don't want him to stop this. Ever. Why does being on top make it more intense?
He slides his one arm across my ass, so I'm resting on his forearm. With his other hand, he moves straight to my pussy, and two of his thick fingers straight into my entrance. Knox sucks my clit into his mouth and massages it with his tongue.
With something for my walls to clamp around, my pussy spasms, sending a shockwave up my back and neck, straight to my brain. I scream and slump hard against the headboard as his fingers continue to move in me, and his mouth continues to attack my clit.
I dissolve, and he has to remove his fingers from me to grab my upper body and stop me from falling to the side.
Pulling me down and flipping me over, I'm on my back again, my pussy still spasming and waves still rushing through my body. Knox is over me, the muscles of his broad shoulder tense. I want to kiss them, to feel their hardness with my tongue, but I can't. I've sunk into the mattress and am trapped.
The tip of his cock is at my entrance again, and this time as he enters me I feel relief, relief for having something for my walls to grip. He begins to move in me, sending a burst of tingles through my chest. He rest his head against mine, so our cheeks are touching and our mouths are near each other's ears.
His voice low, he says, "Talk to me."
Knox
"Your body is unreal, you should be on the pages of Playgirl," Avery says, her voice somehow even huskier and more sultry than normal. She pauses, and says, "You were right, you really know what you're doing."
"Stop trying so hard."
I don't know what I want her to say, but I don't need false flattery. I just want to hear her talk.
Avery swallows hard, and I move a little faster in her. My cock has never been so happy. It's so much better to be able to take my time than it is to bend a nameless woman over my car for a quick fuck.
"I wasn't," she whispers.
"I thought you didn't approve of me," I tease, pressing my cheek a little harder against hers.
"I most definitely approve of this. You're some kind of dream."
"Better than you imagined than when you were thinking of me while you touched yourself?"
"Holy fuck, yes."
"Yeah, same here."
She adjusts her hips, taking me in deeper. Avery stops talking, but I keep thrusting, each one makes her moan in my ear. My balls are a tingling fucking mess, and I don't know how much longer I can deny myself. But I need to make her come again.
"This time when you scream, scream my name," I say, my voice firm.
Avery clamps her legs over mine, tilting her hips further. Her hands are hooked around my shoulders, and her fingernails dig deeper and harder into my skin. I keep thrusting into her, my cheek tight against hers.
Her whole body tenses underneath me, her legs and arms fix around me with all her strength. She's close, and I grind myself into her, rubbing against her clit as I move.
"Oh, fuck, Knox. Knox!" she yells beside my ear as her fingers claw down my back.
Oh God, her voice calling my name.
I grunt as a shudder rushes up my back, and I fill the condom with cum.
My lungs heave, and I breathe heavy through my mouth to refill them. Avery relaxes her limbs and flops them on the bed.
I don't want to leave her yet. I prop myself over her on my elbows, and brush my lips against hers.
Neither of us says anything for a few moments. When my heart rate calms down, I look at her. Avery looks up at me, biting her bottom lip.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Nothing."
"Doesn't look like nothing."
"I'm just really glad you came up with this idea," she says.
"I don't know. I think I'm going to get a lot less work done, since I'll be over here so much."
She throws her head back, laughing, and I press my lips against her exposed neck. Unable to help myself, I kiss down it to the fleshy bit where it joins her shoulder and suck it hard into my mouth. I don't normally leave my mark, but Avery needs one.
My new fuck toy.
"Stop it. You're bad," she says, but doesn't do anything to stop me.
I move my mouth higher up her neck, and give her another hickey. She's going to be wearing scarves in her videos this week, all because of me. I give her two more, not believing she's letting me.
Satisfied, I hold the condom and pull out of her, set it on her bedside table, and lie beside her. The bed bows under our weight, forcing us tight against each other.
"Should we get Darla to babysit again tomorrow?" she asks.
I don't answer. Part of me is filled with guilt over what we're doing. Lying to Piper so I could come fuck the neighbor probably isn't the best parenting in the world.
On the other hand, a man has needs, and I can probably be a better father if I'm not suffering from blue balls all the time. I could've gotten her a babysitter for the classic car drives, but after seeing Avery and watching her videos, that lost all appeal.
I'd have to imagine any woman bent over my car was Avery. And I'm not that pathetic.
But we have to be careful. Piper must never find out about our arrangement.
"Too risky," I say, however much I want to.
"You mean we have to wait till Monday?" she says, her eyes roving over my face.
I laugh, cup her cheek, as say, "The night is young."
"Yeah, you don't have to go home until at least midnight. Darla won't care."
"Yep."
I relax back into the bed, the shift in my weight bringing Avery even closer to me, and our bodies overlap. With her head on my shoulder, we rest. Her nipples are hard, and I mindlessly circle them with my thumb.
This is good. Comfortable. Like dinner was comfortable, and hanging out with her afterwards. Though it's much easier to be in her presence when I can touch her at will.
My back starts to ache from this shitty mattress.
"This bed is shit," I say, sitting up.
"I told you to go in the other room."
"It was worth it," I say, and get off the bed.
"What are you doing?" she says, her voice alarmed.
"Just looking."
I move to the back wall, the one never shown in her videos. The shelves are full of sex-related products. I ignore them, I have no use for any of them. It's the lingerie rack I want to see.
The rack is wedged between the shelves and the lighting. As I move closer, something on the shelf catches my attention. Used concert ticket stubs. I pick them up, curious to know what she saw.
I'm taken aback for a moment. They're for the Red Hot Chili Peppers, my favorite band. I'd wanted to go, Marcus got us tickets, but I couldn't find a good babysitter for Piper and had to miss it.
And Avery got to go.
"That was for their concert last year. It was an awesome show, but then the Chilies are an awesome band," she says.
"Sure are," I say, and toss the tickets back on the shelf.
I turn my attention to the clothing rack. All sorts of lingerie are packed onto it. Slutty stuff, cutesy stuff. Lots of stuff I want her to put on for me of both types. She could do a fashion show for me right here.
I don't ask why she has all this stuff since I already know the answer, and I don't want her to know I know. She doesn't volunteer anything either.
"You should wear this for me next time," I say, holding up a hanger with a blue satin corset on it. There are no bra cups on it, so I could watch her tits bounce and swing as she rode me. Plus it's blue, her best color. "Yeah, definitely wear this."
I continue riffling through it, looking for other things I want her to wear most. Avery appears at my side, in front of the shelf. She reaches into a box and pulls something out.
"Only if you wear this," she says, holding up a yellow thing.