Damn.
All the humor ebbs, before a tidal wave of desire flows over me.
Carefully, wordlessly and with purpose, I cradle her beautiful face in my hands. My breaths come fast and shallow as I let my mouth collide with hers. With her needy hands skating over the tense muscles of my back. With each brush of our lips, I inhale deeply, sinking into the soft swell of her lips until she clings to me.
But then she stumbles back, guiding me toward the arch of the boarded-off doorframe neighboring Il Sapore.
Her back to the wall, she tilts her pelvis into me, and instantly I know I don’t stand a chance of going slow.
Closing my eyes against the sudden, insatiable, carnal need to feel her flesh to flesh, I deepen the kiss. I let my body absorb the feel of her round breasts pressing into me.
Again, she mouths into the kiss, “How bad do you want me, Stefano?”
Fire sears my back beneath her fingertips as she trembles and wilts in my arms.
Except, Carina’s photo flashes in my head, making me feel like I’m being reactionary.
If Avery and I do this, I need to know it’s intentional. I need to ensure we both want this for the right reasons.
Breaking the kiss, I withdraw just enough to see search her eyes. “Avery, what are you saying?”
She drags my fingertips up her thigh until her dress rides up. “Tear down the physical barrier,” she says, confusing me by the turn of phrase. Until I realize they’re my words applied seamlessly, interchangeably to us. “Start over with me.Trywith me.”Make me feel wanted again.
And that’s what we do.
In the most uninhibited, unguarded and vulnerable way, we kiss deliberately, coaxing whimpers and moans from each other, the way I imagine we’ve long yearned for from a lover. As I drag up her dress hem and tear away her panties, she unfastens my pants, dipping her warm fingers over the waistband. With my full length hardening in her hands, and my mouth trailing along her neck, down to the curves of her breasts, her hip, hooked over mine, we edge further.
I’m aching to be inside her. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life.
Shit.
“I don’t have anything.” Condoms, I mean, which in hindsight, maybe it would’ve been smarter to mention this earlier. I swallow. “We should stop now…”
But Avery, continues working me in long, fast strokes, readying me. Then she presses her body flush to my chest, and it feels too good.And it’s been too damn long.
“Uh, my last test…” She pants, giggling at my tongue in her ear. “It was three years ago, but it was clear, and as you can tell, I haven’t been with anyone.”
“Mine was a year ago.” I huff out a laugh. “Clear here, too.”
“I remember.” Her lips curve, and heats swarm my cheeks, remembering that first ChatVideo log-in when I’d unknowingly announced how long it’s been since I had sex. “So, pull-out, then?” Avery cringes.
I drop my head on her chest, amused and horrified that I’m single again, weighing the trustworthiness of the pull-out method and the dire need to bed a woman who has my knees weak for her.
We both burst out laughing.
“What?” Avery giggles again. “My boob is on your forehead and your hand is dangerously close to my inner thigh. My very bare inner goods are out here because my panties are tattered and on the ground. And if you think you’re getting this wooden log back into those pants…”
“A log?”
Her eyes sparkle with amusement. “Neither one of us should go back in there without getting this out of our systems.”
“So, we’re really doing this?” I ask, my desperation indirectly growing with my waning restraint.
“Preferably, quickly,” she quips. “Let’s have fun until it isn’t anymore.”
Now, we’re both laughing uncontrollably as we refocus our stroking and kissing. I lift her by the waist, and she centers my erection between her very bare thighs.
Opening for me, Avery arches, slowly taking me whole.
