Fucking Avery has become my favourite thing to do in the entire world. If I could describe it, I'd compare it to being high on every single drug known to man while riding a roller coaster in space. No two experiences were the same, but the euphoria was always guaranteed. It was insane that every session could somehow feel better than the last, that every release we pulled from each other still left us greedy for more.
We were insatiable, practically addicted to each other. I couldn't go longer than two seconds without seeing her. Touching her. Fucking her. I was obsessed with her and we both knew it.
But this time, she didn't take advantage of it. She bent and moaned when I commanded it, and in return I showered her with all the affection and adoration I could. For every minute we spent fucking, we spent an hour talking and actually getting to know each other. I learned what made her laugh, what upset her. Most importantly, I learned that listening to her and showing her how much I valued her made her feel cherished. That it made her feel safe.
Safe enough to tell me what she was feeling. Safe enough to be herself.
And after she shared the intimate details of her relationship with that cunt, it was more important than ever to help heal those wounds so that our relationship could stand on its own. But for two people who have spent most of their lives in a world riddled with deceit, blood and death, that was easier said than done.
Avery sighed and I glanced down briefly at her adorable face. Her head was carefully nestled on my chest, her body strewn haphazardly over mine with her soft thighs cradling my cock between them. She seemed to enjoy sleeping on top of me, and I let her drool all over my chest and shoulder to her heart's content because it made her happy. I adjusted my head on the pillow and curled my leg around hers, causing the mattress beneath to dip and the springs to creak.
What wouldn't I do for her?
What lines would I cross, what lengths would I go to just to bring this woman joy? What indiscretions would I forgive, what crimes would I pardon and whose throat would I readily slit? What was I prepared to do in her name? Everything. I would do everything and anything for her.
And after the time we've spent together, I was almost certain that she would do the same for me. Except, a part of me wasn't entirely convinced.
"You've got a funny look on your face."
I look down at Avery, and find her watching me with those perceptive, huge brown eyes that haunted my days and nights.
"Just thinking."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She lifts her head when I shake mine no, frowns at the drool on her cheek and my chest. "I'm starting to think we should get you shoulder pads or something. This is the ninth time I've drooled all over you."
"Then you'd just move your head onto my chest and drool all over that."
She grabs a corner of the sheet and wipes the saliva off my shoulder until it's dry, then tends to her cheek. With a flirty smile tugging at her lips, she scoots lower on my body and straddles me.
"I'm horny," she announced, digging her nails into my chest.
Happy at the distraction she provided, I reached for her waist, spanning the width with my hands. "Of course you are, pet. But you've managed to drain all my strength and fluids-"
I groaned when she ground her already moist slit against my cock, which was hard despite my protests. She bites down on her sleep-swollen bottom lip and lifts her hips just a fraction, holding my cock up against her entrance.
"God, Avery. You're insatiable," I told her, my hands trailing towards her ass.
"You woke me up at dawn just so you could play with my clit," she countered, pausing with just the head between her wet, warm pussy.
"Because I like the expressions and the sounds you make when you have an orgasm. It's my favourite thing about the sex," I replied, thumb caressing my name on her flesh. I still felt an overwhelming amount of reverence at the sight of it. I gently spread her lips open and nudged her lower until she was sliding down the rigid length. "Although... even after mankind were to discover all the secrets of the universe, your pussy would still be my most favourite place in the entire cosmos."
She moaned, as if the sound alone could convey her mutual love and equal fascination with my cock. Her eyebrows drew together and her mouth flew open. She finally bottomed out, her walls flooding and squeezing in welcome.
I wanted to kiss her pliant mouth, wrap my hands around her neck and pinch her erect nipples between my fingers. I was desperate to thrust my hips upwards and fuck her silly until we both came. But I was just as content to let her have her moment as well. She ground her crotch against mine, both her g-spot and clit stimulated in a single motion. Then she rode me, her eyes drifting shut as she used my body for her own pleasure.
I didn't mind it.
Having this magnificent woman with her wild, unruly hair and the most hypnotic eyes I've ever seen riding my cock... Lips slightly parted to release soft moans while her firm tits jiggled with every little bounce... Nails digging into the tattooed flesh of my chest, thick thighs pressed on either side of my hips, and her ass grasped firmly in both my hands...
I had dreamed of exactly this for months.
She lifts up until just the swollen head of my cock is inside her, then crashes back down with a scream that evokes a guttural growl from me. My nails dig into her ass, and I allow myself to get swept up in her scent, her wetness, losing myself and my seemingly unnecessary thoughts in the peace only she could provide.
"Fuck, how can this feel so fucking amazing every time?" she asked, her voice breathy, like an erotic melody. Her eyes were glassy, evidence she was drunk on her desire and the power she had over me. At this point, she had already built up a rather steady pace, but she just had to slow down, just had to tease me.
I spanked her ass with both hands, conveying my frustration. "Why must you always-"
She slowed down even further, a wicked little grin spreading across her face. She lifts up with just the head in her pussy, squeezing her walls around me. And then she flutters up and down, taking just the first three inches, riding us both into madness. Teasing, taunting.
"Don't tell me this is too much cock for you already, pet," I growled, my breathing shallow and laboured. I could hear the wet squelch of her walls, looked down to watch the slick tip of my erection disappear into her ravenous pussy.
"What? This? I could ride you all night," she claimed. She continued her agonising ministrations, taking just the most sensitive fraction of me into her cunt, smiling. "I can't say the same for you, though."
My eyes nearly fluttered shut, then snapped open on account of her slender fingers wrapping around my neck.
"Look at me while I fuck you," she gasped, taking me all the way again. Live sparks of pleasure and pain crackle through my entire body, tensing my muscles and forcing a grunt from my throat.
And then she really began to ride me.
