“You pick an argument over anything,” she adds.
“I thought we decided not to talk about work tonight.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, trailing my lips to her ear. “I’ve been trying to fight this for months, and I’m tired of denying myself the woman I want.” My voice is quiet, but I know she hears me when her hands skim up my chest and hook over my shoulders, pushing off my leather jacket.
I shrug it off, and before I can get back to her, Averly’s fingers begin to swiftly undo the buttons on my flannel shirt. My stomach contracts as her fingers caress my skin before she removes my shirt.
Averly’s eyes move from mine to my body, her tongue peeking out to wet her lower lip before she takes the corner of her lip between her teeth. She looks back up to me, her eyes flickering with something I’ve never seen in them before.
“You’re overdressed,” I state.
“Are you going to do something about it?” She quirks a brow.
“You really are feisty and frisky,” I eye the sticker on her sweater.
Instead of responding with words, Averly lifts her arms, inviting me to remove her sweater. I grab the hem of the soft material and lift it over her head, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. I take a step back and look at her.
She is wearing a plain, light pink bra, the swell of her breasts calling to me. I lean my head down and bite the top of her breast, awarding me with a moan. I smile against her skin and look up at her. Averly’s eyes are closed, her palms pressed against the door. I run my thumb against her covered nipple, making it peak harder than it already was before I move to her other breast.
“Goodness…” Averly sighs.
“Put your hands on me, anywhere. I want to feel your touch,” I demand.
Averly’s eyes blink open, and a lazy smile crosses her lips. Her hands come around my back, her nails scraping my skin, causing my muscles to contract. I groan, but stay on my track, lowering the cups of her bra and taking a nipple between my lips.
The more I suck and flick my tongue against her, the harder her nails pierce my skin. She’s going to make me lose control. Her hands come around my front, moving up from my stomach to my chest, her fingers lightly tugging the short hair on my chest, before moving back down my back in a circular motion. Just when I think she’s going to repeat the same path, her fingers dip into the back of my jeans, nails digging into the top of my ass and pulling me to her.
My steps falter at her sudden boldness, and I growl, biting down on her nipple. Averly’s moan echoes around the entrance of my house, and that’s when I realize we haven’t moved further inside.
“Averly,” I warn when her hands move to the front, trying to dip further into my jeans.
“You told me to touch you anywhere,” her voice is breathy, so unlike the controlled words I’m used to hearing from her, but with her trademark sass nonetheless. “Are you going to deny me this?” Her eyes find mine, and a sexy smile appears on her face.
“Fuck,” I moan, palming her tits and rubbing my thumbs across her erect nipples. Averly moans and pushes into my touch.
“I’d never deny you anything,” I say, crashing my lips with hers, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She tastes sweet mixed with the bitterness of vodka, and I drink her up. Better than any damn cocktail I’ll ever have.
The sound of leather rubbing against metal is barely audible as Averly removes my belt and unsnaps the first button of my jeans. Her hand sneaks into the front of my pants and boxer briefs, her soft touch just barely brushing against the top of my dick.
Her other hand undoes the second button on my jean, and when her fingers wrap around my length, I groan into the kiss, pushing my hips into her touch and holding it there.
Averly is tentative at first, her hand moving up and down as much as the confinements of my jeans will allow her. When she reaches the tip and runs her thumb over it, my entire body shudders.
“You feel so good holding me, but slow… We need to take it slow, or I’ll embarrass myself,” I breathe out.
Averly giggles as I kiss her again and squeezes me as she strokes my length.
“Imagine how my lips would feel,” she murmurs before biting my lower lip.
“That’s it.” I grab her hands and pin them above her head. I kiss her hard, one sweep of my tongue against hers, before pulling away. “You’re… Damn.” I push my hips into her so she can feel me despite having her hand down my pants a second ago.
Averly moans, throwing her head back against the door.
“My turn to see how wet you are.” Her responding groan makes me smile. I hold both of her hands with one of mine, her tits pushed up toward me, so I swirl my tongue around them as my free hand undoes her button and lowers the zipper on her jeans.
Averly squirms as my hand moves down her stomach and into her pants. I feel her wetness before I even reach her pussy, but I’m met with a pleasing moan when I swipe my finger over her clit.
Averly tenses and calls out my name. I run my finger across her clit again. She’s soaked. Soaked for me, and something inside of me snaps. I release her hands and use both of mine to strip her out of her jeans and underwear. Removing her boots, Averly steps out of her clothes as my rough fingers trail down the back of her legs.
I need to taste her. I need to push her to the limit until every ounce of control has evaporated from her body, and she’s begging me to fuck her.
I bring one of her legs over my shoulder as I kneel before her. Averly’s hands grip the frame of the door, and I stare into her eyes as my tongue peeks out and swipes along the length of her cunt.
Averly’s mouth drops open, her breathing becoming heavy with each swipe of my tongue. She’s losing it, and I haven’t even given her my all yet. My fingers dig into her hips as my tongue enters her.
“Oh my…” the words escape her lips in a breathy whisper.
Suddenly, Averly’s hands move to my head, holding me in place as she encourages me to continue eating her out. I take her clit between my teeth, sucking and teasing her as I fuck her with my fingers. Her hips grind against my face, begging me to give her more and more.
I don’t need her words, her body is speaking for her, showing me exactly what she needs and how much of it.
I feel her hands leave my head, and when I look up to see where she’s moved them, I almost come undone from the view above me. Averly’s fingers are twisting and tugging her nipples, the cups of her bra pushing her tits up, as her lower body arches into my mouth. I curse against Averly’s body, making her shiver, and push her beyond the point of no return.
Keeping my gaze on Averly, watching her add to her own pleasure, I lick and suck and fuck her pussy with my mouth like I’ve never done before. When I wrap my lips against her clit and add pressure, Averly’s body tenses, and her hips thrust faster into me. Feeling her come undone, I move my lips to taste all of her as my eyes remain on her hands and her face.
Back arched, head pressed against the door, eyes closed, and fingers keeping her tight nipples pulled as she climaxes into my mouth. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life, and I doubt I ever will. A total contrast from her day-to-day persona. Maybe feisty and frisky is the perfect description for her.
I slow my movements as her body comes down from her orgasm. Averly’s hands drop to her side, but her eyes remain closed as she pants.
“That was…” she whispers.
I lick my lips and stand, pushing my body into hers. “Fucking heaven,” I growl before claiming her with my mouth.
Averly kisses me back, holding no reservations that I’ve just had my mouth on her pussy.
“You taste like me,” she says, her cheeks turning red.
“Oh, God,” I groan, kissing her with every ounce of passion I can muster.
“Jeans, off,” she commands.
“First, bedroom,” I say.
“Okay.” She nods quickly.
I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. If I don’t get to my room
fast, I’m going to try to fuck her in mid-air, and that will be a disaster. I step through the house, turning into my bedroom and laying her in the center of the bed.
“First, this goes.” I move my hand to her back and unclasp her bra, moving the straps down her arms and throwing it on the floor. We won’t be needing that for a while.
“Now you.” She leans up on her elbows, her naked body luring me in, as she watches me finish undressing.
Her tongue peeks out across her lips as I lower my jeans. My boxer briefs do little to hide my erection. Averly arches a brow, and I chuckle. Knowing what she wants, I remove my underwear, too.
Then, I crawl up the bed, over her body. Averly’s legs fall open, so I can fit between her, and she arches up to kiss me. God, I love a woman who isn’t shy when it comes to showing me what she desires.
We kiss slower this time, tongues dancing and lips melding together. When Averly’s hand wraps around my cock, I groan and push my hips into her touch. Without the restraints of clothing, she moves up and down my length, building the pressure in the base of my spine. When the tip of my dick feels her wetness, I squeeze my eyes closed and focus on my breathing. Having her hand around me and the heat of her pussy so close is torture. Pure, unadulterated torture.
When she squeezes me again, my hips buck and Averly moans as my dick rubs against her clit.
“Condom,” my voice is tight.
Averly nods, and I reach across the bed to the nightstand, blindly searching for one. I sigh when my fingers hit the foil packet and I rip it open with my teeth, making Averly moan as her eyes widen in surprise.
“Hold on, because I’m about to give you the best ride of your life.” I sheath my length and angle my body, aligning myself with her pussy.
I push in slowly. Fuck, she’s so tight. I inch myself further in, her walls tightening around me. She feels amazing. Averly lifts her hips, giving me a better angle, and I thrust in to the hilt.
Her moans fill my bedroom, her brown hair is a mess around her, and her arms circle my body and hold my back. I keep myself buried inside of her for a moment so she can adjust to me before I almost pull out completely and enter her again, moving my hips in slow thrusts, feeling every bit of her as I do.
“Faster,” Averly bites out between pants and arches her hips, meeting my thrust and encouraging me to go faster.
That’s all it takes for me to slam into her, fucking her hard and fast. Her moans and cries are music to my ears, and my own breathing is heavy. We’re tangled together, her legs wrapped around me, her heels pressing into my ass, as we move in unison.
I look down at her and find her watching me, her tits bouncing as I fuck her. Stunning view. I take her lips in mine, my tongue thrusting into her mouth as it imitates the movements of our lower bodies. We’re a desperate mess, both of us chasing our release.
Averly’s pussy clenches around me, her orgasm growing. Her heat envelops me, giving my dick a mind of its own as it drives into her. When my thumb moves across her clit, Averly screams out my name. Wanting to hear her call for me again, I repeat the movement over and over again until her body is thrashing, her sweet lips are begging me to never stop, and her pussy is milking me for all it’s worth.
Her body tenses, her orgasm hitting her with force. A silent moan leaves her lips, and her breath falters. I plunge into her a few more times with purpose, searching for my own release. Averly presses her heels harder against my ass and reaches up to kiss me. Her tongue finds mine immediately in a deep, passionate kiss.
“Show me how good I make you feel,” she demands, and that’s all it takes for my dick to react to her. With a final thrust, I bury myself into her and climax.
I drop my head to her forehead, my heart threatening to leave my body. When I open my eyes, Averly is staring up at me with parted lips.
“Wow,” she whispers.
“I know. We’re definitely doing that again.”
“Right now?” Her eyes widen, and I chuckle.
“I’m gonna need a few,” I smile.
“Oh, good. Me too.” Her body relaxes into the mattress, and her legs fall open on either side of me. I move out of her body and tell her I’ll be right back, heading into the bathroom to discard the condom.
When I return, Averly has scooted up on the bed and has her eyes closed, her breath is soft and even. I guess round two will have to wait. I climb into bed, settling next to her, and pull the sheets over the both of us.
I look at Averly, taking in her peaceful face. My fingers brush a few strands of hair away from her face, and she shifts, moving closer to me. I sigh and smile. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way with a woman. Now, I’ll need to convince her to go out with me. I want more than late-night fucking.
Averly
Hmmm… I stir awake, stretching my body and flinch at the slight soreness I feel. My mouth widens in a yawn as my body and mind finish waking up. Blinking my eyes open, I look at the spot next to me on the bed and frown. Where’s Eli?
I sit up on the bed, covering my body with the sheet, and check for a clock in his bedroom. Now, in daylight and not being pushed into multiple orgasms by Eli, I take a look around his room. It’s masculine with gray walls and a rustic, wooden dresser across from the bed. I look to the side to see a nightstand on each side of the bed that matches the dresser. I wonder if Eli made these. As I turn around, I notice the bed frame and headboard have the same distressed wood as the rest of the furniture with simple carving and straight lines.
I smile, thinking about him building this.
Over the bed is a sign that reads, “Keep your soul clean and your boots dirty.” The simplicity and masculinity fit Eli. Now, where is he?
I step out of bed and look for my clothes. I rack my brain, remembering where we even left them. My bra is here on the floor, but nothing else. Entrance, by the door. Ohhhh, that’s right. A slow smile creeps on my face as I recall everything that happened last night.
Oh. I pause. It’s weird to walk around his house buck naked. What if Eli is out there in the kitchen or somewhere and thinks I’m sending not-so-subtle hints. I lean against the door and listen. Everything is silent, but what if he just has thick walls?
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and drop my bra on the bed. If he makes a comment, I’ll explain I needed to get my clothes in order to get dressed. I really need to stop overthinking everything.
I tiptoe out of the room and head toward the entrance of the house. I sigh when I see my clothes folded on a chair in the living room. Smiling, I put on my jeans and sweater as my phone rings from somewhere in the living room.
Now, where’s my purse?
I scan the area and follow the sound until I see it on the small side table next to the sofa. I fish out my phone and cringe when I see Poppy’s name on the screen.
“Hello?” I answer, looking for my shoes.
“Hey, what time do you want to meet for brunch?” Poppy’s voice is cheery.
“Brunch? Oh, crap, I forgot.” I slip on my boots and step outside onto the porch and shiver in the morning chill.
“Really?” she says slowly, in surprise.
“Uh, yeah. Can we reschedule?” I look out from the porch, taking in the beauty of the snowy trees and the sun reflecting off the white blanket on the ground.
“Sure. Is everything okay?”
“I think so.”
“You think so?” she shrieks. “What’s going on?”
“You need to lower your voice. Is Harris next to you or within hearing distance?” I shift on my feet and cross my arm under the one holding the phone to my ear, my hip resting against the porch railing.
“Yeah…” Poppy says tentatively.
“Can you go somewhere he can’t hear you?”
“Okay.” I hear her mumble something to Harris and shuffle around. “Spill.”
“I’m at Eli’s.”
“What?” Poppy screeches.
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“Sorry, sorry. Okay, start from the beginning.”
I furrow my eyebrows. “Didn’t you notice I left with him last night?”
“Uh, apparently not. You know me and alcohol have a slutty relationship. Alcohol gives me a little bit, and I give it a lot.”
“That makes zero sense, Poppy.”
“Whatever, I’m a cheap date, and Lia’s punch had me drunk before we even left her house.”
“You’re a quiet drunk, then,” I respond.
“Focus,” she demands.
“Okay, well, I’m at Eli’s right now, without my car, so I can’t really go to brunch.”
“Oh, Mylanta, you did it with him,” she states as if we’re fifteen and refuse to use the word sex.
I sigh and close my eyes. “Yes, and it was freaking amazing. Seriously, the man knows what he’s doing.”
“Oh, I’m so happy.”
“Why?” My brows pull together.
“Because you’re with a man,” her voice drawls out.
“It’s not like that… It was just sex. I think,” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. What does this mean?
“I don’t think so. I believe there’s more than one night of hot sex.”
“How do you know?” I wonder if she has some insight, anything I can cling on to right now. Being with Eli last night wasn’t something I want to limit to one night.
“I have a feeling about this,” Poppy states with confidence.
“The same way you had a feeling your pet turtle wasn’t sick and just needed rest when we were twelve years old?”
“That was different,” Poppy’s voice grows higher, defensive.
“How so?”
“I’m more in-tune with people than animals,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Your turtle died.”
“Can you not remind me of that?” she bites.
“Okay, okay. Anyway, I’m not sure what this is, but I guess Eli and I will talk as soon as I find him.”
“Find him?”
“Yeah, I woke up and he wasn’t in bed. That’s a bad sign, right?” My voice rises.
“Not really. Maybe he’s making breakfast to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” Poppy sighs. She’s the epitome of a romantic ever since she started dating Harris.
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