“I’m going to eat you until I get my fill, honey,” he growled before licking again.
Each stroke of his tongue came faster and greedier. He couldn’t get enough of her taste and silky flesh on his tongue. With each stroke he was careful not to touch her clit. He wanted her screaming and writhing before he let her release.
When he dared chance a look up, Avery was rolling her nipples between her fingers, her head tossed back and little mewls of pleasure filled the room. He couldn’t look away. The sight of her pleasuring herself was too erotic.
Pulling her outer lips back, Ridge circled her clit with his tongue and then sucked the little bundle between his lips. Avery bucked, screamed and gripped the edge of the bed as she rode out her orgasm. Ridge continued sucking, watching her in awe and marveling at how absolutely breathtaking she was in the throes of ecstasy.
“Oh God, that was good,” she whimpered.
Ridge smiled, released her clit and continued gently stroking her drenched tissue and drowning in her taste.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she said.
He had a few tricks up his sleeve too. Being careful not to touch her sensitive nub, he stroked, kissed and then slipped his tongue into her opening, gently probing and soaking his tongue in her sweet nectar. Avery lay back, sank her hands in his hair and sighed.
“Ridge, that feels so good.”
“You taste like heaven’s fruit,” he said and then kissed her outer lips. “You feel like the most expensive silk.” Avery muttered something he couldn’t understand and right now he didn’t need to hear. All he wanted to do was taste.
He didn’t leave one inch of her sweet pussy unexplored. When he felt certain she wasn’t sensitive any longer, Ridge slipped one finger into her tight, wet tunnel and groaned when his cock jerked. He couldn’t wait to bury himself deep inside her, experience her walls gripping and pulling him deeper, but first he wanted her riding that wave of ecstasy again.
With slow, shallow strokes he slid his finger in and out until she clamped down. Long, slow licks at her clit had her writhing on the bed and panting. Ridge curled his tongue around the swollen pearl and sucked lightly. Avery bucked her hips, gripped the mattress and gasped.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, Ridge reached for his pants and with one hand removed his wallet from the pocket, fumbled around for the single condom he carried and pulled it out. Lifting the small package to his mouth he quickly ripped it open with his teeth and returned to sucking on his new-found favorite treat. Using his free hand, he hooked his finger on the rolled latex, pulled it free and positioned it over the head of his cock.
The roll of the thin material over his sensitive, pulsing rod had him sucking in a deep breath and reaching again for control. Damn, but he’d never been this hard before. Once he had himself covered, he pulled away from the sweetest pussy he’d ever have, and rose. Reality reached out and smacked him in the face as he gazed down at the woman he’d spent the last ten years lusting after. There she lay spread out, naked, soft and willing, all for him.
He’d make this good for her. He didn’t want her regretting this moment even though deep down he knew she would eventually. She wanted to feel alive—by God he’d make her fly so high she wouldn’t ever want to walk on earth again. If he only got one chance with her he wanted to make sure she didn’t ever forget it.
Avery’s gaze swept down his body and he swore she actually touched him with her warm, tender hands. When her gaze stopped on his leg he inwardly winced. He knew the scar wasn’t pretty, all puckered and purple, a reminder of that day he’d carry with him forever.
She sat up, rested her hands on his hips and seemed to study the wound. Very gently she let her fingertips float over the ragged lines where the metal had been removed.
“I’m so sorry, Ridge,” she whispered, and then leaned forward and placed a loving kiss on the sore flesh. “I wasn’t thinking. This must be hurting you.”
“That’s not what’s hurting right now,” he choked out. He didn’t want her pity, didn’t deserve it. He cupped his tight balls.
“Then let’s relieve that discomfort,” she said with a very wicked smile spreading across her lips. Sliding from the bed, she walked to the dresser and bent over, offering him her round ass, and smoothed her hand over the luscious globes. “I want to see you in the mirror while you’re fucking me.”
Ridge couldn’t look away. This was his ultimate fantasy, fucking her from behind and sinking his fingers deep into her glorious rear. He’d never seen a more perfect booty for spanking in his life—fleshy, plump and begging to be taken.
Lust consumed him on a level he didn’t understand. As he stood there looking at her his brain seemed to sizzle with images and needs. In all the years he’d fantasized about taking her he never once considered being rough, but right now that’s all he could think about. Holding her still as he slammed into her, pulling her silky hair, biting her shoulder—where the hell were these thoughts coming from? Avery wouldn’t stand for that.
The pupils of her eyes widened and then contracted; her shallow huffs had her back rising and falling. She reached around behind her, slipping a finger down the crevice and dipping it into her wet, clenching opening.
“Are you going to make me do it myself?” she asked in a rich, husky voice.
Well, it could be fun to stand here and watch her for a while but those damn thoughts and images were burning away at his brain, compelling him to go to her, take her as hard and fast as he could.
He should be worried about this new overwhelming need. He should step away and examine his mental stability. He should walk over there and plow himself inside her.
Clenching his jaw and gripping the base of his cock, Ridge stalked toward her. Avery followed his every movement, wiggling her hips and urging him on with her eyes. Stepping up behind her he gripped her hip with one hand, holding her still as he positioned his cock at her juicy opening with the other.
Very slowly he pressed in until just his throbbing head was surrounded by her hot sheath and stopped. So wet and warm and snug, oh God, she was going to kill him by the time he made it all the way inside her.
Avery tried pushing back. Ridge gripped her hip tightly and held her in place.
“No,” he snarled, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
Avery bared her teeth at him. “Going to take all day, Gates,” she mocked.
A quick, hard push inside his head nearly had him slamming home. He didn’t understand this. He’d experienced this type of thing before in the hospital when he didn’t want to get out of bed and walk. Some kind of hidden compulsion that insisted he do something. This time, though, he’d fight it.
“What’s wrong, Avery? Want to be rid of me that quick?” Ridge shook his head. “No, honey. You’ll be rid of me soon enough.”
Holding her hips with both his hands, he eased through her heat. She was liquid fire, scorching him with delicious wet arousal. Her snug tissue separated, stretching and hugging him so damned tightly he could barely breathe.
“You’re so tight, honey.”
Avery gripped the back of the dresser and cried out. “Do it!”
The words slammed into his brain, making his body jerk. Ridge barely stopped himself from driving home. Instead, he moved slowly until he was buried to the balls inside her pussy. He stood there looking at her in the mirror with hazed vision, digging his fingers into her hips.
“Jesus, Avery.” He couldn’t say anything else. The words wouldn’t come. All he could do was enjoy the way her muscles rippled around him, tightened further and then rippled again.
She tried to move, wiggle, but he held her still. He wanted this moment imprinted on his brain for life. With his cock buried inside her hot body, he released her hips, ran his hands over her ass, enjoying the satiny slide of flesh against flesh and then smacked one round cheek.
“Yes,” she moaned, pressing back further against him.
A fresh, hot gush of sweet nectar drenc
hed his cock. So blazing and thick it burned through his sheer condom. She really liked being spanked. God, he never would have pegged her for this.
“Again,” she whimpered.
Ridge smoothed his hand over her pink flesh and then landed another slap. This time they both moaned in ecstasy. Each time he spanked she flooded him with rich, warm syrup. As much as he liked the naughty play, he wanted to hear her screaming.
Bracing himself, he pulled back with a torturously slow pace. Avery whimpered and released some of the most exotic sounds. Her body clamped down on him trying to hold him there, pulling and clenching. When he almost pulled free he slid back in with the same slow pace.
He was being selfish. He couldn’t get enough and didn’t want to forget how incredible her body was. “You feel so fucking good, honey,” he whispered, leaning over her back, brushing her hair away from her neck.
Her body quivered beneath him as he kissed the junction of her shoulder and neck. Shifting his hips made his cock caress her deep within.
Avery shook her head, sobbed and groaned. “Damn it, Ridge, I can’t take this.”
Her juices dripped down onto his balls. “Are you like this for all your men, Avery?” he asked, nipping at her flesh. “Do you drench all your men in your sweet cream?”
He meant to only tease but when he looked into the mirror and saw the mingled lust and fear in her eyes, it sparked a sense of possessiveness inside him. He knew he held no claim to her, never could, but at this moment she was his and damn it, he wanted to know he was the only one she got so fucking wet for, even if she lied.
“Answer me, Avery. Do you get this wet for all your men?” He heard the edge in his voice and didn’t give a damn. “Do you soak their balls and thighs like you’re doing to me?”
She didn’t answer, just huffed and stared at him in the glass. He gave her a cynical smile, reached around and cupped her breast and pinched her nipple with enough force to make her eyes roll back in her head. She gasped and flooded his cock.
“Aw, fuck,” he growled. “That’s sweet, honey. So damn hot.”
“Fuck me,” she snapped at him.
“You haven’t answered me. Answer me and I’ll fuck you hard and fast the way I know you want it.” He usually wasn’t into playing games, but then this wasn’t a game to him. The need to know if she responded to other men this way was gnawing at his gut.
He pinched her nipple again and then bit down on her shoulder. The throaty howl that filled the room sent raging satisfaction through his system. Her body clamped around him, convulsed a few times and then settled. He had her close, so fucking close he could probably get her off without even moving.
Releasing her breast, he said, “I’ll kiss that later and make it better.”
“Bastard,” she gasped as he trailed his fingers over her tummy and between her legs.
Ridge slipped two fingers on each side of her clit. “I can torture you for hours like this. Just answer my question and I’ll let you come.” He shifted his hips again and damned near came himself when her pussy rippled around him.
“Ah, Ridge!”
“I’m right here, honey.” He squeezed her clit slightly and was rewarded with another wash of her juice. His balls and thighs were soaked and, fuck, he loved it.
She was being stubborn and he was ready to explode but he would get his answer, lie or not. Fisting his hand in the back of her hair he jerked until her head bent back. He ground his pelvis against her ass and grit his teeth as the pleasure burned through his bloodstream.
“I guess you don’t want to come—that’s okay. I’ll just lick all that cream away on your thighs while I jerk off and then I’ll leave. That’s what you want, isn’t it, for me to get the hell out of here?”
“No,” she gasped.
He pulled her hair tighter. “Do you give every man your cream like this?” he whispered one last time and pinched her clit.
“No, damn you! I don’t!” she sobbed.
Her answer didn’t so much surprise him as the look in her eyes. She was telling the truth. He’d learned long ago how to tell lies from truth and Avery was being truthful. She wouldn’t meet his gaze in the mirror—instead she looked away and kept her head down.
He didn’t know what to say so he moved, pulling out slowly until his head just about dropped free. Avery’s breathing came in hard, deep gasps. When she did look up he lost his breath. He’d never seen such a collage of emotions in one person before. Lust, hunger, anger and sadness, it all jumbled together giving her a mask that broke his heart and fired his blood all at the same time.
“It’s okay,” he soothed, caressing the round globe of her bottom. “No more. I’ll give you what you need.” Ridge gave her a sharp slap on the ass and then drove himself hard and fast inside her.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on long. Her muscles were gripping, milking and drawing him closer to the edge.
“I won’t break, damn you,” she snapped at him, slamming her ass against his pelvis.
Ridge pulled her hair, slapped her ass and hammered as hard as he could inside her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped down the side of his face. She met him thrust for thrust. Their moans and cries of pleasure mingled together, filling the room.
“Ridge,” she pleaded.
She was ready to tip over the edge. Reaching between her legs he strummed her clit twice with his thumb and then pinched. Her walls squeezed tight and then exploded around him. Clenching his jaw, he bore down and kept thrusting through her spasms.
Her cries filled the room as he watched her fly to the heavens. He wanted her in his arms when she came. He wanted to surround her, make her feel safe and secure. Fighting the need to release, he rode out her orgasm and when the spasms eased, he leaned over her back, cupped her chin and laid his head against hers.
“My God,” she puffed. “That was incredible.”
“We’re not done yet, honey,” he crooned, brushing the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Really? You have more?”
Maybe it was just his imagination but she actually seemed pleased. A wave of excitement swept through his mind.
“I have more,” he assured her.
Avery opened her mouth and took his thumb between her lips, nipping at it. The small action made him throb and twitch inside her.
“Come on,” he said, straightening and pulling from her body. The action was almost more than he could bear.
He helped her stand, led her to the bed and before laying her down, gripped her chin again and kissed her. She had the sweetest lips. He couldn’t resist one last long kiss. The head of his cock nudged against her belly, reminding him of what she really wanted.
Pushing her back on the bed, he covered her, kissed his way down her neck and chest until he found one erect nipple. Sucking it in deep he moaned in delight when she arched her back and gasped. He could listen all day to her sexy little sounds.
“You’re too damn good at that,” she whimpered, sinking her fingers into his hair.
Lifting her head, she watched him. Next thing he knew she slipped the tip of her finger in his mouth, flicked her nipple and then rubbed his tongue. A sexy little battle ensued between his tongue and her finger.
Ridge finally abandoned the playfulness and positioned himself between her legs. Gripping his cock, he pushed inside her. Her tight tunnel and husky groan as he slid all the way to the hilt gave him the shivers. This was going to kill his leg but he didn’t care.
Bracing his elbows on each side of her head he looked her in the eyes and thrust slowly at first but increased his speed in a matter of seconds. Avery wrapped her legs around his hips and they quickly developed a rhythm. Amidst the sound of their sweat-slick bodies slapping and the erotic slurping sound of Avery taking him in, he got lost in her eyes.
In their depths she seemed to welcome him as more than just a temporary lover, offering him more than a brief haven of respite away from the pain of loss and war. Where he knew nothing
but death for the last few weeks, she knew life and would show him how to live again. How easy it would be to allow her.
The sudden reminder of what brought them together crashed like a tidal wave in his mind. The one connection he had to her was gone because of his failure. A failure he’d never be able to correct. Avery didn’t realize what she was offering and to whom. He didn’t deserve her caring.
“Don’t think,” she pleaded. “Not now.”
Was it that obvious where his thoughts were? A touch of sadness crept back into her lovely eyes and he silently cursed himself for being the one to put it there. No, he wouldn’t think now. There would be time to think later.
She locked down on him, tightening and rippling around his thrusting shaft. She’d climbed back up the cliff and was ready to dive off and by God he wanted to be right there with her. Avery’s pupils dilated, she tossed her head back and cried out as her release tore through her body.
Driving himself all the way to her womb, Ridge exploded with an intensity that sucked away his sight and sent his head spinning out of control. Arching his back, he shouted her name. Avery’s tunnel milked and drew him in deeper. Her arms circled his neck, holding on tightly as she writhed beneath him as if she couldn’t get enough.
Her lips were moving, she was saying something, but the only sound he could hear was the roar of blood in his ears. His orgasm bordered on pain as the last of his hot seed finally spurted free into the condom. Avery kept drawing down on him, her release still strong and demanding.
He opened his eyes. She seemed distressed, panicked. “What is it, honey? What’s wrong?” Had he hurt her?
“Never been like this,” she whimpered, shifting her hips as she continued to spasm around him. “Oh God.”
He moved slightly, thinking he’d somehow done the unthinkable and harmed her in some way. Avery cried out and bucked as another orgasm rippled through her vagina. Not sure what to do, Ridge began a slow, shallow thrust, hoping it would help ease her.
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