With a handful of my shirt clasped in her fist, she kissed me, a soft, seductive kiss with barely-there pressure. She gave me several of those until I pulled her into my lap so she was straddling my legs, and then gently began to probe my tongue against her lips, beckoning her to let me inside. The sweetness of the wine lingered in her mouth, and I took my time tasting her with unhurried kisses.
She nearly whimpered in appreciation when my lips found the juncture of her neck, nipping and sucking their way to a little spot I’d discovered during our first time together. When I touched it, Tori arched her back, pressing her body closer to mine. She pouted in frustration when I pulled away, picking her up to carry into the bedroom. We left the lights off, allowing the glow of the city lights shining through the sheer curtains to illuminate the room as we stripped out of our clothes. When we were done, I sat down on the edge of the bed, inviting her to stand between my legs.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, kneading them with my fingers as she looked down at me with lust-filled eyes. Even in the semi-darkness, their golden-brown hue stood out, brimming with anticipation, and arousal, and a vulnerability I doubted she knew was there. Tipping my head forward, I took one rich, red-brown nipple into my mouth, suckling until it turned into a hard peak. I let my hands travel down her body to her ass, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh as I urged her closer. Turning my attention to the other breast, I pulled one of her knees up onto the bed with me, allowing me open access to slip a first, then second finger into the hot wetness between her thighs. She moaned as she clenched around my fingers, a sexy, silky sound from the back of her throat that almost made me lose focus and pull her down onto me, but I couldn’t yet. If this time was going to be the last, I had to prolong it.
I loved how responsive Tori was to my touch. As I began stroking her with my fingers, my thumb massaging her pearl, she met my rhythm by rolling her hips with me. Every sensual little moan and breathless whimper of my name was turning me on more, and I was painfully hard, aching to be inside of her. When I felt her legs began to tremble, signifying that her orgasm was drawing closer, I stopped, laying her across the bed.
Positioning myself between her legs, I kissed her again, but we were past the subdued, exploratory kisses from before. We were hungry this time, these were lip biting, tongue massaging, teeth clicking, frantic, clumsy kisses, and I enjoyed every one. I reluctantly pulled away to kiss other places, finally spreading her legs wide to get a full view of what waited for me between them, soft, wet, and satiny smooth. I pushed two fingers inside of her again, eliciting another moan as I lowered my mouth to join them. Before I tasted her, I took a deep breath, inhaling the blissful, intoxicating scent of her sex that had me hard as steel. I went in, licking her lips and placing gentle, suckling kisses around her.
Tori was disappointed when I stopped, but her expression shifted to pleasure when I entered her with a languid, gentle stroke. She lifted her hips, urging me to go faster, but I maintained the slow rhythm until she relaxed, then I pulled out and lowered my mouth to her again. She cried out in pleasure as I flicked my tongue over her pearl, teasing and sucking, weaving and gliding until I felt her thighs began to shake against my ears. I pulled away to bury myself inside of her again as she raised her mouth for more greedy kisses. With a wicked grin, she raised her leg, hooking it over my shoulder to invite me deeper inside. Tori was so hot, and so wet it was making me dizzy. The sound of her panting in my ear, demanding I stroke her harder, and faster, that I ‘fuck her like I meant it’ was so sexy I was drowning in it, trying to get as far inside of her as possible.
“Avery?” Her breathing was labored, ragged, as if she’d barely managed to choke that word out.
“Yeah?”
“Avery, please, I—”