Trust Me .(58)

Once we’re back in her driveway, I look over at her sitting in the passenger seat of my truck. She smiles and then leans in for a kiss. Her lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day long.

“Are you coming inside?” she asks against my lips.

“Hell yeah, I’m coming inside. Let me carry Bean.” I slide out of the truck and walk around to open her door. Once Avery is out, I carefully unbuckle Brooklyn from her seat and move her as best as I can without waking her up. Her limp, sleeping body is curled against me, her warm breath against my neck.

Avery gets Brooklyn in her pajamas and into bed while I go to the kitchen to grab us a drink. She has a few beers in there so I grab one and open it. I’m not sure if she’s going to drink tonight or not. I’ve noticed that she doesn’t drink much at all when she has Brooklyn to think about. Avery comes in as I swallow a long drag of my beer. She reaches up and grabs the bottle from my hand. Our eyes connect as she places my beer up to her lips, taking a long, slow drink. Watching her drink my beer is hot. Damn hot.

I see a little wetness glisten on her lower lip when she removes the bottle so I bend down and run my tongue along her lip, licking up the beer and savoring the taste. It’s a heady mix of beer and Avery. Two of my favorite things.

I set the beer bottle down on the table and take her head in my hands. I love diving my hands into her soft hair, holding her in place while I devour her mouth with my lips, my tongue. I start walking her backwards, out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards her room. When we cross the threshold of her bedroom, I shut the door as quietly as possibly as to not to wake up Brooklyn.

My hands are everywhere. They roam from her hair to her shirt, cupping her breasts through the material. She presses them further into my hands, and rubs her lower body against mine. My hard-on is almost painful as she rubs up against it, throbbing for release, but I want to go slow and savor this moment with her. We’ve turned a corner here lately. I don’t know what it means exactly, but I know that there’s something so very different about her. I want her. I need her in my life with an urgency I’ve never felt or expected to feel.

I walk Avery back to her bed and slowly lower her down. I need to slow this down or it’ll be over before I want it to be. I lift her shirt over her head and take in the beautiful sight before me. The red lace bra, the quick rise and fall of her chest, the panting of her breath, and the silkiness of her golden skin.

I lift her hands above her head with one of my hands. “Keep them here,” I tell her.

She doesn’t question it, just holds her hands above her head. She’s perfect. And the realization hits me right there. I love her. I’m so fucking in love with her that I can’t think straight. My mind goes completely haywire and I want to grab her and kiss her, and maybe run away all at the same time.

I need to get back to the task at hand, so I slowly remove her shoes, pants, and socks. She’s left in a matching red lace bra and underwear set. She’s so unbelievably sexy. I run my tongue over her torso, licking around the mounds barely contained by the red lace. Her nipples are peaked and I can’t help but suck on and tease them through the material. She moans and shivers under me.

“Don’t move,” I say. I focus on the red panties now, pulling them down her long legs. She’s laid out before me like a feast, and I am a very hungry man. I kiss and lick each of her thighs, teasing her to the point where she’s begging. I want to tease her a little more before I give her what she wants. What I want. The slow sweep of my tongue over her pulsing nub is almost too much for her. She’s breathing heavily and wiggling against my face. I bury my tongue deep inside her, fast and hard. She’s rocking onto my tongue, taking everything I can give her. I use my thumb to apply pressure to her clit and before too long, she shatters into a million pieces. I continue the assault with my tongue until I’m sure she’s coming down from the clouds, panting and shaking.

When I look up at her, face beautifully shining from the aftermath of her orgasm, I notice her hands are still placed over her head. I grab them with one hand and bring them down between us, removing her bra in the process. “Good girl,” I tell her before I devour her with another hot kiss. “I love the taste of you mixing on our lips.”

She smiles against my lips. “Me too.”

I remove all of my clothes and grab a condom from my pocket. When I sheath myself with the condom and position myself above her, I look down into her eyes.

“I want your eyes on mine the whole time. Don’t close your eyes.”

“Okay,” she says breathlessly. And with that, I slide home. Because that’s what Avery is. My home. Body, mind and soul, she is my home. The only place I want to be. I watch the passion play out on her face, in her eyes. It takes everything I have not to say the words that are on the tip of my tongue. I slowly rock into her, wanting to draw this moment out as long as I can. Avery wraps her legs around my waist, digging her feet into my ass.