Catching Avery

by M. E. Clayton

  He finished his ministrations on my breasts and started kissing his way farther south. “You got it all wrong, baby. It’s you who feels so good.”

  I eagerly opened my legs wider to accommodate his body sliding down over mine and I was practically panting with anticipation of when he reaches his goal. Hell, when he reaches my goal. After all, thanks to our lapse in judgment in the conference room, I already knew what he was capable of and that had been without the luxury of time and a bed made of sunshine and miracles.

  “Awe, baby,” he sounded so soothing, I raised my head to get a look at what he was doing. He was already looking up at me when I made eye contact with him, but before I could ask him if he was ok, he stuck a finger inside me, and even though I was already wet, I couldn’t stop my wincing at the pain brought on by how sore I was.

  I flopped my head back down on the pillow and worried that he was going to ignore all of my earlier reassurances and stop this from going any further. And, while I’ll admit, I was extremely sore, this wasn’t about sex or pain or even handing over my free will.

  This was about insecurities. My insecurities when it came to men.

  I wanted to get lost in my own mind and believe that a man wanted me and only me so badly that nothing would stop him from having me. Not being in public, not being at work, not my protests, not my complaining body….nothing. My parents taught me that kind of devotion wasn’t real, but I wanted to pretend it was just for tonight. I could go back to settling for less tomorrow.

  Just when I was about to reconcile myself to disappointment, I felt Nicholas’ breath on my pussy. “I’ll just have to make sure I kiss it all better first because, baby, there’s no way I’m not going to spend all night balls deep inside this sweet tasting cunt of yours.”

  I almost wept with relief.

  And then I almost wept in ecstasy when he started licking my pussy in long, leisurely, torturous strokes. He was gentle and appeasing when he circled my opening with his tongue, but every time he reached my clit, he started nibbling, sucking and biting at the hard little pearl.

  He tightened his hold on my thighs, trying to give into my needs and wishes, and before I knew it, I was gripping the pillow underneath me and my head was thrashing back and forth in expectancy of the orgasm I knew he could deliver.

  Nicholas must have known I was on the edge because he increased his attentions to my clit and finally stuffed two of his fingers inside my dripping wet channel. I cried out at the uneasiness of the invasion but I bucked my hips into his face as encouragement for him to continue.

  I had to give him credit. He’s been paying attention, because instead of stopping at my obvious discomfort, he got more aggressive as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. “Don’t worry, Imp. I’ve already told you, I’m not going to stop.” He took my clit into his teeth and nibbled. “I’m not stopping tonight, I’m not stopping tomorrow. I’m not going to stop fucking you and this red hot pussy of yours, ever.”

  I came at his words.

  Fiery heat consumed my entire body, making me wrench my hands from underneath the pillow and drive them into his chocolate waves, holding on for dear life. “Nicholas!”

  As I rode out my orgasm, he climbed back up my body like a man possessed, kissing me so I could taste myself on his lips. I’ve never had a man do that before, but the fact that he wasn’t asking permission for whatever he wanted to do, had me on the verge of another orgasm. This is what I wanted…lust with no sense of rationale. “Watching you cum, hearing you cum, experiencing you cum is the only thing I want to do for the rest of my life, Imp.”

  I kissed him to shut him up. It was hard to remember he was only playing a part when he said shit like that. It sounded so good to my ears, that I knew I needed to get him back to the basics. “Fuck me, Nicholas.”

  He stretched out over me so he could reach the night stand to retrieve another condom, but this time he handed it to me. “Put it on me, Imp.”

  Heat spread throughout my entire body. I was so turned on with the fact that Nicholas trusted me enough to slide the condom on because so many things could go wrong if I did it incorrectly. “Are you sure?”

  He elevated himself over me enough so that my hands would fit between our bodies. “Yeah, Imp, I’m sure. Just hurry and do it before I lose my fucking mind.”

  I took his length in both my hands (because this was indeed a two-handed job) and rolled the condom on until I was certain it was secured. When I moved my eyes to look back up at him, I was surprised to find that, instead of him looking down our bodies to see if I was putting it on properly, Nicholas had kept his focus on my face. His role playing was so good, I almost believed everything he was making me feel.

  Almost.

  “Open your legs wider, baby.” I dropped my knees back as far as I could and laid myself open to him and this time his beautiful face was void of all reluctance and doubts.

  He slammed into me like a man who had signed written permission to abuse my body and I relished in the pain, pleasure and thrill of his ownership over my body. “Harder, Nicholas, I want it hard.” I leaned up to bite his right earlobe and whispered, “Make it hurt.”

  He let out a low, rumbled snarl and holding himself up on his forearms, started crashing into me, deliciously stretching me to accommodate his length and width.

  I have never felt anything so satisfactory in all my twenty-seven years on this earth.

  I wrapped my arms around him and dug my fingers into his muscled back. I wanted to leave my fingernail marks down his back, but just because physical reminders were a part of my fantasy didn’t mean it was something he would appreciate, so I settled for just holding on to him.

  I threw my head back farther into the pillow and brought my knees up some more so that he could slam into me harder. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Let me into that tight fucking pussy of yours.”

  Using his words as encouragement, I started thrusting my hips back towards him, making our impact that much for forceful and I didn’t care what anyone said…lust is a drug. It has to be, because I wanted Nicholas to keep ramming his cock inside my pussy with a need so vicious, I felt like I would sell my soul, if that’s what it took.

  Just call me Alice, because I was heading down a rabbit hole that could only lead to heartbreak.

  Nicholas kept pistoning into me, and by the time I was beginning to feel that starting sensation of an orgasm, I was sweating and out of breath. “Nicholas, don’t stop. Make me cum. Oh God, please make me cum,” I demanded.

  Sweat was gathering around his hairline and his face looked ferocious. He was wound as tightly as I was. “No need to beg, baby. I want you cumming all over my fucking cock.” He slid his right arm underneath my neck and brought me closer to him. I was looking into his face and he appeared so serious. It was as if he was putting his every thought and emotion into bringing me to climax. “Avery…”

  Shit…….he called me Avery.

  “Avery, baby, it’s not enough.”

  What? What’s not enough? What is he talking about? What???

  “I want you cumming on my bare cock, Avery. I want to feel your tight, slick pussy clenching around my cock unsheathed.” He started pumping into me faster.

  “Nicholas, oh fuck, Nicholas!” He was bringing me to the brink with the just the thought of him inside of me without a condom.

  “I want my cum leaking out of both your pussy and your ass. I want it sliding down your throat.” He brought me in for a brutal kiss, slamming so hard into me the bed had to be leaving dents in the wall. “I want you covered in my cum, Avery. And then I want to rub it in your skin so you smell like me for days after you shower.”

  My pussy grabbed a hold of his cock in an orgasm so hard that I didn’t think he’d ever be able to slide back out.

  Five seconds later, Nicholas was tensing over me as he exploded into the aberrant condom.

  Just call me Alice.

  Nicholas~

  It took everything I had to roll myself o
ff of Avery’s body, but I didn’t want to suffocate her and I had another goddamn condom to throw in the trash. I had meant what I said. She’s the first woman I’ve ever wanted to cum inside.

  She was lying next to me, quiet as can be, except for her heavy breathing. I didn’t take offense because I was pretty speechless myself. I had just had the best orgasm of my life and I prayed to God that she did too.

  I finally forced myself to leave the bed when I felt my dick starting to soften and the condom loosening. I took care of business in my bathroom and got back to her as fast as I could. It was scary how perfect she looked lying in my bed. I threw myself across the bed, resting my head on her stomach. She had the sheet pulled up over her and I wanted to say something about it, but I thought it’d be best to keep my caveman psychotic tendencies to myself for right now. “What are you thinking, Imp?”

  Yes. I actually wanted to know what a woman was thinking after sex. Well…this woman.

  Avery sunk her fingers into my hair and started gently scratching my scalp. “I’m thinking I need a shower,” she laughed out.

  “No way,” I closed my eyes enjoying her little fingers of magic. “You smell like me. That’s the way you should always smell.”

  She shoved at my head. One minute she’s all tenderness and affection and then the next she’s all violent. I couldn’t keep up with this girl. “I smell like all the alcohol I sweated out,” she retorted.

  I could tell she was trying to hide her embarrassment. “Ok, Imp. Let’s go take a shower.” I pulled the sheet away from her, and because her tits were placed perfectly in front of my face, I leaned my head towards her, took one of those gorgeous orbs in my mouth and started sucking at the hardened pebble. My mind went back to imagining being inside her without a condom. I’m so, so fucked.

  Avery started to moan and dug her fingers back in my hair. “Nicholas, I would really, really like a shower,” her legs began to scissor, “please.” I chuckled as I stopped teasing her.

  I didn’t know how to tell her that she didn’t need a shower. I wanted her to look and smell like this all weekend. Her raven hair was a complete mess. She had worn it down tonight, so between the wall and the bed, it was a ratted mess. She didn’t wear much makeup, but the makeup she did have on was washed away while she sweated under me. Her eyes were lidded, her lips were swollen and her face was flushed. She smelled like hints of lavender, sweat, sex and my cologne. She was the epitome of a woman who has just been thoroughly fucked.

  I had never seen anything so mesmerizing in all my life.

  My dick was two seconds away from standing at attention again, so I jumped off the bed to grant Avery her wish of a shower. I was so high off her, I feared that in this moment, if she had asked me for the keys to the penthouse and told me to get the fuck out, I’d walk out without protest. I stood over the bed and helped her up. I saw her wince and I felt conflicted. I didn’t like the idea that she was hurting, but on the other hand, I felt a strong sense of male satisfaction that she was wincing because of me. It was fucked up. I was fucked up.

  Instead of letting her walk to the bathroom, I swung her up in my arms and carried her bride style. If I was going to inflict the pain, I was sure as shit going to follow it up with whatever care she needed afterwards.

  I set her down once we got inside the door. She let out a gasp and surveyed the entire room as if she just discovered a hidden paradise. “Who the hell has this kind of bathroom?”

  “Uh-”

  “Is that a bathtub with jet streams?” She asked as she took notice of the tub. Then she walked over to the shower. “How many shower heads are in this thing?”

  She looked back at me, all wide-eyed; you would have thought she was in a palace bathroom. “It has about twenty, Imp.”

  “Why would you ever want to leave this room?” She went over to pet the bathtub. “I mean, look at this sexy piece of aquatic heaven!” Aquatic heaven?

  Then she did something that made me want to check her purse for prescribed medications. “Nope. No. No. No. I will not be drawn in by you. I have my own loyal, loving, soothing piece of aquatic heaven at home. I am not a cheater!”

  She harrumphed and turned her gorgeous, naked back to the offending tub. “We’ll shower. No baths,” she declared.

  I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her sexy, irrational self, trying to figure out how I was going to let her walk out of here on Sunday. “Anything you say, baby.”

  She smiled like she was just so proud of herself for deciding to shower instead of bathe. “Uhm…”

  “What is it, Imp?”

  Avery looked down. “Can you give me a moment, please?”

  So polite.

  “For what?” I had an idea, but I wanted her to confirm it.

  She pushed herself away from me and tried to cover up her embarrassment by rolling her eyes. “I need to pee, if you must know.”

  I shrugged my right shoulder. “So then, pee.” She looked like a fish fresh out of water. Her eyes were bugged out and her mouth kept pucker open and closed.

  She finally managed to gather some composure. “Are you insane? I can’t just pee in front of you. Peeing and stuff like that is private!”

  I threw my head back as I laughed at her outrage. “Seriously, Imp?”

  I knew things were going to get heavy when she glared at me. “Yes! Seriously! Nicholas, you only do stuff like that after you’ve been married fifty years. NOT during a one night stand!”

  I caught the gist of what she was saying, but my attention snagged on the three little words at the end of her tirade.

  One night stand.

  I pulled back so I could stare her down. “I’m sorry. Come again?”

  The tone in my voice must have given her pause, because she toned it down notch. “All I’m saying is there’s a certain level of comfort that has to be met between two people before, if at all, you start doing things like that in front of one another,” she said primly.

  I decided to let her off the hook about the ‘one night stand’ comment, but I still needed to clear a few things up. “A certain level of comfort?”

  She was bobbing her head up and down so fast, I was afraid she was going to hurt her neck. I took her chin in between my fingers so she’d have to look at me as I spoke to her. “I’ve had my face in your pussy twice today. I’ve stuffed your cunt with as many of my fingers as I could fit in there. My mouth has sampled your tits. My tongue has tangled with yours. I’ve buried my cock inside you as you came all over it and I’ve bitten you so hard that I’ve actually tasted your blood.” Avery started breathing heavily. My recap of events was turning her on. “I am comfortable enough with you that by the time this weekend is over, I will have eaten your pussy, sucked on your tits, battered your body, licked your hot little puckered ass, slammed my cock in all three of your fuck holes, cum down your throat and tasted your blood, sweat and tears.” I gave her five seconds to let all that sink in. “But you’re embarrassed to pee in front of me?” I shook my head and left her shocked-self standing in the middle of my bathroom, giving her the privacy she originally requested.

  As soon as I heard the toilet flush, I opened the door. Avery was already at the shower turning it on. She looked back over at me when she heard me enter. “How do you like the temperature?”

  “Make it whatever temperature is comfortable for you, Imp.” She rolled her eyes at me, but not before I noticed a faint blush creep up her neck. She shifted her eyes to the dual sink counter. “You wouldn’t happen to have an extra toothbrush I could use, do you?”

  I stopped in midstride towards the shower and walked back to the vanity counter. I pulled out the drawer where I kept all my extra toiletries and took out the purple toothbrush from my three pack purchase. She smiled when she saw me drop it into the toothbrush holder next to mine. “Do you need anything else, baby?”

  “I don’t have any deodorant, but if you have some baby pow-”

  I held my hand up to stop her as I walk
ed over to her. “You can wear some of mind and before you mention it, you can wear my clothes as well, since your pants are worthless now.”

  She walked into the shower and immediately stood under the main overhead sprayer. “Hmmm, whose fault is that?”

  I stood next to her under the water. “I didn’t hear you complaining?”

  She sent me a sexy little smirk and started soaping up the blue loofa I had hanging on the water knobs. She cleansed my body as I took my shampoo and washed her hair. I covered her hair in conditioner next and I let it sit as I took the loofa and used it to start washing her body.

  As I went over her sexy figure, I noticed a lot of the bruises from my man handling earlier today were starting to form on her delicate body and I my dick started to jump. The sight of them on her tantalizing frame had me ravenous as fuck.

  I knew Avery was gorgeous. But when I was finally able to get a look at her completely naked, I knew I was done for. There was nothing fake about her body. She had a woman’s body, all soft, curvy and feminine.

  She tilted her had back under the spray to rinse out the conditioner in her hair and I used this distraction to drop to my knees. I had just washed her pussy all squeaky clean and that just wouldn’t do. I wanted her wet at all times with either her cum or mine. I didn’t give a shit whose.

  As soon as my tongue snaked out and make contact with her tender, swollen pussy lips, Avery gasped, “Nicholas, what are you doing?”

  I leaned back so I could look up at her, and answered, “Imp, if you don’t know by now what I’m doing, then I must be doing this shit wrong,” and I went back to licking her perfect slit.

  I felt her tapping on my head. “Nicholas?”

  I stopped what I was doing and let out a heavy sigh, “What, Avery?”

  She looked uncomfortable at me calling her Avery, as she should. It meant I was serious. “Let me, Nicholas.”

  I stood up and eyed her suspiciously. “Let you what?”