slow, and then fast again, his hands gripped my shoulders and
then trailed down to my breasts. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, which became instantly hard
through two layers of clothing. As my breathing intensified so did my caresses. My hands stroked up
and down his warm and soapy shaft.
“Oh God. I’m close,” he panted.
“Come for me,” I whispered against his lips. That was the breaking point as he groaned out his release and tucked his head against my shoulder.
The milky white substance washed off his stomach with a swipe of my hands, and I stepped back,
dazed, and more than aroused. His eyes locked on mine, and if they hadn’t loosened their hold soon
after, I might have come right then and there.
I turned away from him as he finished his shower. I brushed my teeth and changed into a dry shirt,
and then lay down in my bed, facing away from his. He took five minutes more in the bathroom and I
nearly fell asleep, except my mind was far too busy processing everything.
When he stepped into the room, I felt his eyes on me, but I didn’t stir. I hoped he thought I was
asleep because I didn’t want to have a discussion about what just happened. I didn’t regret it for one
moment, but I didn’t want him to read too much into my actions or think it meant more than it did. I
wasn’t even sure what it meant at this point. All I knew was that some part of me—some raw and carnal
part—longed to reach out to him. Touch him. Please him.
My mattress caved in from the pressure of his knee, and I squeezed my legs together. I was still
cooling down from the intense experience of seeing him naked and making him come.
It made me feel powerful in ways I couldn’t explain.
“Avery,” he whispered in my ear. “Why did you do that?”
“I wanted to,” I mumbled. My eyes fluttered open and I stared out the dark window. “I needed to.
God, Bennett, you’re amazing. Just leave it at that.”
I heard a sharp intake of breath, and then felt his warm fingers on my shoulder. “What if I wanted
to do things to you, too?”
I shook my head, even though my underwear felt instantly moist. “No Bennett. It’s okay.”
God. Just the sound of his voice. “Besides, you’d be breaking your own . . . code. Just . . . go to
bed.”
He was silent for so long I wasn’t sure if he hadn’t drifted off to sleep. Finally, he sighed and said,
“Good night.” He reached down and placed a hot kiss in the crook of my neck. My shoulders stiffened and I tried unsuccessfully to hold in a moan.
“Damn it, Avery.” Then his tongue was stroking my ear and I almost came unglued. I curved my
head toward him, my breaths shooting out in hard gasps. I heard a groan in the back of his throat right
before he sealed his mouth over mine.
His tongue performed a slow dance inside my mouth—relaxed, lazy, and all kinds of sexy. The
exact opposite of my pulse, which was steadily climbing to the stars.
His hand edged under the hem of my shirt to my stomach and I flinched. His fingers slid to my bra,
pushing it up to let my breasts loose. He nudged me flat on my back and lifted up my shirt, exposing me.
His eyes raked up and down my body before he swung his knee over my stomach to straddle me. Lifting
my arms above my head, he held them captive while he kissed me, soft and gentle, trailing his tongue
along my lips.
I squirmed beneath him, feeling his hard-on grow against my belly. He tugged off my shirt and
unhooked my bra, pulling the lacy material from my arms and then dropping it on the bed. He caressed
the length of me with his eyes while my chest heaved.
“Perfection,” he whispered against my lips.
He lay down on his side while his fingers stroked my breasts and stomach, trailing his nails up and
down the center of my chest, driving me insane. My breasts felt swollen and
then trailed down to my breasts. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, which became instantly hard
through two layers of clothing. As my breathing intensified so did my caresses. My hands stroked up
and down his warm and soapy shaft.
“Oh God. I’m close,” he panted.
“Come for me,” I whispered against his lips. That was the breaking point as he groaned out his release and tucked his head against my shoulder.
The milky white substance washed off his stomach with a swipe of my hands, and I stepped back,
dazed, and more than aroused. His eyes locked on mine, and if they hadn’t loosened their hold soon
after, I might have come right then and there.
I turned away from him as he finished his shower. I brushed my teeth and changed into a dry shirt,
and then lay down in my bed, facing away from his. He took five minutes more in the bathroom and I
nearly fell asleep, except my mind was far too busy processing everything.
When he stepped into the room, I felt his eyes on me, but I didn’t stir. I hoped he thought I was
asleep because I didn’t want to have a discussion about what just happened. I didn’t regret it for one
moment, but I didn’t want him to read too much into my actions or think it meant more than it did. I
wasn’t even sure what it meant at this point. All I knew was that some part of me—some raw and carnal
part—longed to reach out to him. Touch him. Please him.
My mattress caved in from the pressure of his knee, and I squeezed my legs together. I was still
cooling down from the intense experience of seeing him naked and making him come.
It made me feel powerful in ways I couldn’t explain.
“Avery,” he whispered in my ear. “Why did you do that?”
“I wanted to,” I mumbled. My eyes fluttered open and I stared out the dark window. “I needed to.
God, Bennett, you’re amazing. Just leave it at that.”
I heard a sharp intake of breath, and then felt his warm fingers on my shoulder. “What if I wanted
to do things to you, too?”
I shook my head, even though my underwear felt instantly moist. “No Bennett. It’s okay.”
God. Just the sound of his voice. “Besides, you’d be breaking your own . . . code. Just . . . go to
bed.”
He was silent for so long I wasn’t sure if he hadn’t drifted off to sleep. Finally, he sighed and said,
“Good night.” He reached down and placed a hot kiss in the crook of my neck. My shoulders stiffened and I tried unsuccessfully to hold in a moan.
“Damn it, Avery.” Then his tongue was stroking my ear and I almost came unglued. I curved my
head toward him, my breaths shooting out in hard gasps. I heard a groan in the back of his throat right
before he sealed his mouth over mine.
His tongue performed a slow dance inside my mouth—relaxed, lazy, and all kinds of sexy. The
exact opposite of my pulse, which was steadily climbing to the stars.
His hand edged under the hem of my shirt to my stomach and I flinched. His fingers slid to my bra,
pushing it up to let my breasts loose. He nudged me flat on my back and lifted up my shirt, exposing me.
His eyes raked up and down my body before he swung his knee over my stomach to straddle me. Lifting
my arms above my head, he held them captive while he kissed me, soft and gentle, trailing his tongue
along my lips.
I squirmed beneath him, feeling his hard-on grow against my belly. He tugged off my shirt and
unhooked my bra, pulling the lacy material from my arms and then dropping it on the bed. He caressed
the length of me with his eyes while my chest heaved.
“Perfection,” he whispered against my lips.
He lay down on his side while his fingers stroked my breasts and stomach, trailing his nails up and
down the center of my chest, driving me insane. My breasts felt swollen and
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