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“Could you imagine living that story?” Avery questioned with a look of genuine curiosity. The movie had ended only minutes before and they were mulling over what to watch next.
“Yes, actually. Since I watched that movie for the first time eons ago, I secretly always wanted to end up knocked up by some random one night stand.” Sarcasm dripped off her words as she laughed at Avery. “Seriously though, could you imagine having that kind of attraction? It’s what all little girls dream of.” She moved to the edge of the bed, reaching for the two movies they had to choose from.
As she nudged off the bed, her bare ass came in full view of Avery’s eyes. Commando? Oh, dear lord! He thought, desperately trying to forget he had even been able to see anything. Down boy!
“Okay, The Princess Bride or Legally Blonde?” Emily turned around to catch Avery staring a hole through her back. God, he looks gorgeous in my bed. He let out a chuckle.
“Girly or girly? God, such a crappy choice.” They both started laughing.
“I don’t have the best movie selection, sorry. I’m a chick, I like chick movies.” Emily didn’t watch movies that often. In fact, the first time she’d kicked her DVD player on in almost a year had been a few days earlier to watch Serendipity with Avery.
“I guess I will go with...” He let out a long pause while pretending to be deep in thought. “The Princess Bride. Hello, my name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father, now prepare to die.”
After switching on the DVD player once again, Emily looked back at Avery, slowly licking her lips, and made a running leap onto the huge cushy bed.
“I have to tell you a secret,” she whispered while moving up the bed, crawling to where Avery laid.
“And what is that?” he replied, without breaking eye contact.
“The fact that you just quoted The Princess Bride, in my bed, without a shirt on...was probably the sexiest thing I have seen, ever.” Before he had a chance to say anything, Emily lowered her lips onto his, kissing him while she straddled his lap. As her hair started falling around her face, his hands instinctively began running through her golden locks, gently tugging with urgency as their feverish kiss continued.
With each swipe of her tongue, Avery could feel his erection growing between the two of them. Thankfully, he was under the blankets while Emily still remained above the comforter. Although he did wish there was nothing separating him from her center.
“I’m sorry, wow...I don’t know what got into me.” Emily laughed as she moved to the other side of the bed, getting comfortable under the covers again. “I guess it’s just been a while since I had a man in my bed. I don’t do horny well at all.” She chuckled to herself, but Avery was all business, only shedding the smallest grin.
“Believe me, it’s okay. I’m in the same boat, completely.” He shrugged and snuggled closer to Emily, wrapping his arm around her. She moved in, laying her head on his chest. They both struggled to pay attention to the movie. Minutes went by and Emily couldn’t hold her tongue anymore.
“This whole thing with us…” She paused to compose herself. If there was something Emily was always uncomfortable with, it was sharing her feelings, especially after being so open and honest in the past with it only leading to hurt. “I feel like there is just something here. I told myself from the start, I want to take things slow. But whenever I’m with you, I want to throw all caution to the wind.” She exhaled and ran her fingers through his gorgeous sandy hair. Before another word was exchanged from either of their lips, Avery rolled over, pinning her on the bed with a grin.
“I told myself I would take this slow too. I like you so much. But when I’m with you, Emily, I just can’t control myself. It’s like my body has a mind of its own.” He lowered his mouth carefully, kissing up and down her exposed neck, continuing to bare all his thoughts along the way. “I’ve never been with someone I felt so close to, so in tune with before. I want my days to begin and end with you, Emily.” His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking a short length from her collarbone to her ear before slowly sucking on her pierced earlobe.
“I’ve tried to behave, Avery. I really have. But now that I’ve had just a little taste of you, I just can’t stop,” Emily whispered as her lover continued working on her sensitive neck, her hands roaming all over his smooth chest.
“When you got up before to put in the movie… God, Emily. Your ass,” Avery choked out as he worked his lips to her mouth.
“HA!” She laughed out loud, breaking the intimate moment between them. “You saw my ass?” She continued laughing while tears rolled down the side of her face. “I knew I should have kept my panties on!” Her face started to turn a shade of embarrassed bright red. If there was one thing Emily wasn’t a fan of, it was panties. She could go the rest of her life without wearing another pair; life was just more comfortable that way. Sitting in the bathroom earlier in the evening, she debated keeping them on, only settling on losing them when she remembered she would never be able to sleep in them.
“Oh, yes, I saw. The view was beautiful.” Before Emily could continue her school-girl-like embarrassment, Avery worked his way down from her lips, on a mission to taste her luscious breasts. Emily gasped before reaching her hands into his hair while unleashing her dirty mouth.
“Oh, yeah, baby, suck on my tits,” she cried as Avery pushed her low cut nightgown to the side, kissing around her pebbled nipple before taking it into his mouth, sucking ever so lightly. Her moans filled the room. She was completely frozen under his spellbinding touch. He worked his way across to her second beautiful mound, while he continued to love the other with his large calloused hand.
“Oh. My. God. Avery,” she cried out again as his kisses sent a touch of lightning through her humming body. It had been so long since she’d been touched in this way. Her hormones were in overdrive and the only thing she wanted was Avery buried deep inside her wet center.
“You like that baby?” he questioned while moving further south, heading for her deliciously soaked slit. Emily could only reply with a wild moan, encouraging Avery in his journey to take their relationship to another level.
She had made his work easy for him, pantiless and wet with anticipation for him. Her bare pussy glistened in the light of the television behind him as he gently ran a single finger over her swollen bud. Emily’s body went wild with the simple contact between his finger and her hungry, wanton sex. “Oh! Avery!” she cried out, craving his mouth on her mound.
While dipping in to run his tongue along her aching femininity, he slowly eased a single finger inside her. Her moans filled with desperation while he feasted on her dripping pussy, lapping up her generous juices. She was by far the most delicious woman he’d ever had the privilege to taste. Damn, he would never be able to get enough of this.
He slid his finger out, replacing it with his tongue while working her throbbing bud with his thumb. She squirmed restlessly while the warm metal barbell of his tongue piercing caressed places she never knew existed, all while her orgasm inched closer. In between moans, she begged him for her release.
“Avery, please! Oh my, yes! Fuck! Don’t stop!” Her words turned him on and encouraged him to continue till she was screaming his name, edging toward her climax. Her body started tensing as she brought her free hands up to her hard nipples, rolling each in her fingers and bucking against Avery’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna come,” she groaned as his teeth gently nibbled at her clit, sending her over the edge. As she found her release, he continued as his face broke into a grin. God, she is hot.
She stilled under his touch, recovering from the explosive orgasm she’d just been so generously given, gasping for air with a glowing sheen glistening over her almost naked body.
As Avery reluctantly rose from between her beautiful legs, their eyes connected in an unspoken agreement. There was no stopping. He leaned in, taking Emily’s lips once again. Her taste was fresh and intoxicating on his mouth, turning her on even more
than he already had.
While she enjoyed her juices on his lips, she carefully rolled him onto his back, taking control. Breaking their kiss for only a moment, she pulled her misplaced nightgown over her head, displaying her naked body for him to see, while she straddled his lap.
She moved her lips down his body, inch by inch savoring his intoxicating scent—a mixture of manly body wash and cologne. Whatever he wore, it smelled divine. Her kisses gradually became licks until she hit the impressive V cut, partially hidden by his dark green boxers.
Running her manicured fingers under the waistband of the cloth, he lifted his ass to help her slide them down, freeing his bobbing erection. As it came into view, Emily let out a little gasp, taking in the impressive length and girth. That will never fit inside me!
Looking up to meet Avery’s eyes, she licked her bottom lip and trailed her tongue along the swollen head of his dick. Starting slowly with little teases from her lips, while her hand gripped the base, she worked his hard shaft with both her mouth and soft hands. Avery’s hands ran through Emily’s hair, gently tugging as she took his whole length into the back of her throat. At this pace, he would never last. His deep throaty moans warned her of his impending orgasm, only encouraging her to work his dick harder.
“Oh, baby. Shit! I am gonna come,” he repeated her own words from earlier in the evening as his body stiffened and Emily worked his release. With a deep moan, he emptied everything he had into her waiting mouth while she swallowed every drop with pleasure.
Releasing his semi-hard erection from her grip, she peered up at him with half-lidded eyes filled with lust and desire. Running her tongue across her lips once more, she shifted back up his sweating body, only stopping once she was wrapped in his strong arms.
“My God. You are amazing, Emily,” he spoke with such devotion, never breaking their gaze while working his fingers through her hair and down her flushed cheek. He nudged her closer so he could take her mouth once more before rolling back on top of her.
Their lips slowly parted as they looked into each other’s eyes, wondering who was going to break the silence. Both exhibited extreme self-control, just lying naked in the other’s arms. Before either could make another move, Avery spoke, “I want to. God, I do. But we can’t.” She saw a look of frustration flash through his eyes. She was so drunk in the moment, she couldn’t realize what was happening exactly.
“Why, Avery?” she asked, before leaning in for another hungry kiss.
“It’s too soon. Shit. I want you so bad. But I don’t want anything to get awkward between us.”
His honesty shocked her. Emily’s mind removed herself from the situation and firmly planted itself into her deep thoughts. As much as she wanted to feel him inside of her, deep and rough, he was right to stop where they were. She didn’t want anything to change between them. Everything was just too perfect. In every way possible, Avery was absolutely perfect for her. Even though she wanted to take him, over and over again all night, settling for sleeping in his arms was just as good. “You are way too perfect, Avery. Are you real?” she questioned as he ran his knuckles down her cheek and kissed a trail down to her neck. With small nibbles and licks, he slowly sucked, leaving her with a small mark, branding her as his for all to see.
“I’m going to get another nightgown and hit the bathroom, then come back to bed. Boxers...dear Lord Jesus...put on some boxers before I come back.” Emily entered her bathroom, closing the door behind her and sliding down to sit on the floor with her back resting against the door. Could he be any more fucking perfect?
Avery found his boxers at the end of the bed, slowly sliding them back on, making his way under the covers once again. He lay, watching television and waiting for her to exit the bathroom. Would she ask him to leave when she was done? Did she still want him to spend the night with her, even after they crossed that invisible line in the sand?
Emily walked out of the bathroom with a brand new nightgown on, her hair hanging wildly around her chin, and the brightest smile on her face he’d ever seen. She was absolutely glowing, and he knew the answer to his questions before she even crawled back into bed with him. He would be spending the night with this amazing woman, exactly what he wanted to do from the moment he met her.
Sleep came quickly to the exhausted couple as they drifted off to the sounds of The Princess Bride. Since her car accident, Emily had found a good night’s sleep to be few and far between. Some nights she tossed and turned, while other nights she would awaken to dreams of her crushed car and the loss of her parents. The incidents had no connection, but her wild imagination always pieced it together. But snuggled against the warm, welcoming chest of Avery, she had the most peaceful night of slumber. Her eyes only peered open when the sunlight of the new day’s sunrise started to play peek-a-boo with her plush bedroom curtains.
She slowly stirred, quickly remembering his presence when his arm slid around her and pulled her closer before whispering, “good morning,” into her ear. He nuzzled his lips against her neck, placing several chaste kisses from her collarbone to her cheek. Emily rolled over, eyeing her visitor and the clock on her nightstand behind his head. Before she could say a word, she pulled the thin cream colored bed sheet up to her mouth while letting out a laugh. “I think I’m going to go brush my teeth before I do anything else.”
He followed suit, pulling the sheet up to his own mouth with a laugh. “When you’re done, can I use your tooth brush? I feel gross.” Avery eyed her plump cheeks peeking out from behind the sheet, which only meant one thing, her million dollar smile was shining, and he couldn’t wait to see it. She pulled the sheet down and hurried into the bathroom. He listened to the quiet water run as the sounds of brushing filled the room. She exited the bathroom with a long silk ocean blue robe on and her toothbrush in her hand. She waved it at Avery with a smile on her face.
“Your turn, buddy.” She handed it over as he made his way to the sink. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Coffee?” she asked while walking out of her bedroom door. Avery answered just loud enough for her to hear as she rounded the kitchen counter.
She pulled out her favorite tumbler and rummaged through her K-Cups, looking for her favorite French vanilla flavor, before popping it into the top of the machine. Before she could flip the coffeemaker on, her doorbell rang. Once again she looked at the clock to realize it wasn’t as ungodly of an hour as she originally thought. Quarter to ten to be exact. She made her way to the foyer as she heard Avery close the bathroom door, finished with his shower.
Avery’s curiosity piqued. As soon as her doorbell rang, he was intrigued, hurrying his naked feet down the hallway and planting himself at her breakfast bar in his boxers, a perfect vantage point to see whoever was paying her a visit this morning.
As the door opened, his eyes fell on another man. Not only was he tall, dark and handsome, but he also knew him from someplace else. The hospital, in fact. This dude was one of the emergency room doctors. His protective instincts kicked in when he heard Emily let out a gasp.
“Jared? Why are you here?” Emily asked with a defensive tone. As he memories slowly returned, she knew exactly why she wanted nothing to do with him, at all. Avery couldn’t help himself; he was like a dog that needed to piss on something to mark his territory. He had spent an amazing night with Emily and this is what he had to deal with the next morning? Bullshit!
“Is everything okay, Baby?” Avery rounded the corner and Jared’s eyes went wide with shock. Emily turned to the kitchen, catching Avery’s gorgeous, boxer clad body on display and a small smirk landed on her lips.
“Yes, Avery. I’ll be there in a minute. Dr. Hart was just leaving.” Before Jared could get in a word, she was starting to close the door. But before it could meet the door frame, his fancy Italian dress shoe blocked the way.
“Emily, what’s going on here?” Jared’s tone was brash. She could feel her temper rising as this man whom she’d had no contact with for damn near two years was trying to barge into her ho
me. Not only was he not welcome, but the whole situation was beyond strange.
“Jared, I think it’s time you left. Nothing here concerns you anymore. There hasn’t been anything between us for two fucking years. TWO YEARS!” As she spoke, her tone continued to rise. Avery watched from the kitchen, far enough to stay out of the altercation, but close enough to step in if he needed to. “Just because you saw me at the hospital doesn’t mean you can force your way back into my life. We’ve been over for a long time. Now please, fuck off! If you come back to my apartment I will call the police. Don’t fucking test me! I am not the meek pushover you used to know.”
He stood in the doorway with a look of shock on his face. She had stood up to him, something she’d never done before. When Emily said she wasn’t the girl he used to know, she was beyond right. His hurt and betrayal changed her life years ago. It turned out for the best, but that didn’t excuse his stupid ass behavior. He slowly removed his shoe from the door, and she slammed it shut.
As her pulse started to finally calm down, she remembered Avery was just a few feet away watching the show. She was embarrassed he had witnessed all of that. Surely now he would run in the opposite direction. “I’m sorry about that.” She walked toward the coffee maker, pushing the button to kick on the brewing. Her fingers ran through her hair as she looked down at the counter, doing everything in her power to avoid eye contact with Avery. Before she could look up, she could feel his arms around her. His embrace expressed more than any words could.
“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, Emily.” He brushed a kiss onto her cheek before parting from her body and searching through the K-Cups himself. Pulling out a bold dark roast, he grabbed the waiting mug and made his way to the maker.
Her mind slowly flashed to Jared being inside her apartment, like she was watching a silent film in her own head. She froze her movements and stared at the kitchen counter. Images of Jared making love to her on the counter flooded her mind. Turning to look away as the images became far too real for her liking, she could see him sitting on her couch watching a movie. Everywhere she looked, images of their time together broke through the floodgates. Sex, movies, intimate moments, playing games, creating memories...everywhere she looked Jared stared back at her. Finishing with the image of his back, walking away from her the day after her parents died. He couldn’t even look her in the eye. He’d left as though she meant nothing to him after spending years together.
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