She turned again, but when she put weight on her right leg, it faltered.
Lee was right there, holding her up, making sure she didn’t find the floor. His arms were around her waist, pulling her lower body against his. She balanced against him, her skin touching the rough denim of his jeans, the hard line of his erection rubbing against her belly.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. He bent over, brushing their lips together. “I won’t let you fall, baby.”
But she was falling hard and fast. There was no way to deny it. He was the most exciting thing to happen to her in years, and she wasn’t the type of woman to just brush that off. She was setting herself up for an enormous fall, but she couldn’t pull away from him. “Thank you.”
He smiled, releasing her and dropping to his knees. He looked up at her, dark hair messy and perfect. “That’s thank you, Sir, when we’re playing.”
She could give him that. “Thank you, Sir.” She touched his hair, felt the silk under her fingertips. “Thank you for everything, Sir.”
An arrogant grin crossed his face. “Oh, baby, I haven’t begun to earn that thank you, but I think I’ll start now. You hold still or I’ll stop. This is just a little appetizer to make sure you’re damn good and ready. Later, I’ll spread you out and eat this pussy to my heart’s content, but my dick is dying. I need to get inside you pretty damn quick.”
His hands were on her hips, holding her in place while his face went right into her pussy.
She was shocked for a moment, but then he ran his tongue across her clit and she couldn’t think anymore. Wet and firm, his tongue slid across her flesh lighting her up and making her squirm. She’d thought she’d loved his fingers playing in her pussy, but they had nothing on his tongue. Fire seemed to lick up her body, threatening to consume her.
She knew it was nasty, dirty. He had his mouth all over her girl parts, and she was wet and creamy and he was licking it all up. She stared down at his dark head moving as he worked her pussy up and down.
“Spread your legs. I need more.” He groaned against her skin. She felt it sizzling across her body.
She spread her legs and his tongue speared up inside, invading her pussy like his cock surely would. Soft but strong, his tongue impaled her. He was making love to her with nothing but his mouth. He thrust up inside her pussy and then licked a long path to her clitoris, pressing down firmly.
She couldn’t help but cry out.
“That’s what I want. Make those little sounds, baby. Let me hear how much you want it.” He let go of her hips and parted her pussy with his thumbs, fully exposing her clitoris. He put his lips right over that little nubbin and sucked it inside.
Avery couldn’t breathe. Close. She was so close, she could taste it. Her blood started to pound. Her arms shook.
And he stopped.
Lee got up, moving with a grace Avery wasn’t sure she could ever feel, leaving her completely off kilter. She tried to catch her breath, but it was hard because he pulled his shirt over his head and she was assaulted with the vision of the most perfect chest she’d ever seen.
Broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted pecs led down to an eight pack and a lean waist. Even as she tried to take in how beautiful his chest was, he shoved his jeans off his hips and his cock bobbed free. He pulled a small blue square out of his pocket and held it in his left hand.
Yeah, she hadn’t seen anything like that before. Long and thick with a plum-shaped head. She’d wanted to turn the light off, but then she would have missed looking at him. Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect man.
But he wasn’t perfect. He had a lot of scars. A long one ran across his chest, marring the silky-smooth skin there.
He reached his hand out, dragging her fingers to his chest. “Touch it. We all have scars, Avery. Yours don’t make you less beautiful. They just mean you survived.”
Yes, she’d survived, but only now did she feel like she’d lived. She let her fingers cross the scar that marked his own survival. “This wasn’t a nail gun, was it?”
He shook his head. “I was in the Army. I got in a knife fight in Afghanistan. I survived, and I’m happy to be here with you.”
She was so close to him, their naked bodies almost touching. “Can I touch you?”
He smiled a little. “You’re already touching me. Ask for what you want, Avery. Use those dirty words I taught you. What do you want to touch? Don’t be shy. I can still taste your pussy on my tongue. There’s no room for shyness anymore. And if you put a polite, sweet little ‘Sir’ on the end of your request, that would make me very happy.”
“I want to touch your cock, Sir.” The words were easier now. He’d been right. This was intimacy as sweet and pure as any hug.