Her words make me want to run and hide, but then I remember the amount of courage it took for Avery to walk into Vibrant Ink, and I stand my ground.
“So,” she holds out the word, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “we can have sex now?”
“If you’re ready.”
It might give me blue balls, which has already been a huge fucking problem over the last two weeks, but I’ll wait if she needs me to.
Avery doesn’t say anything and when she takes a step back, I let my arms fall to my sides and try to not look as dejected as I feel. Then the little minx reaches down, whips her shirt off, and tosses it into the corner. Her tits jiggle because they’re practically spilling out over the top of her bra. Fuck; they’ve gotten bigger with her pregnancy. I knew it was a thing, and they looked like it, but seeing them like this just makes it much more obvious.
I wipe my mouth to find out if I’m drooling or not as she hooks her thumbs into her leggings and shimmies them over her bump, hips and then down her legs. The movement causes her tits to jiggle even more, and my fucking knees go weak.
When she stands up wearing only a bra and panties, I scoop her up into my arms and practically vault toward the bed. The way her blonde hair splays out over the pillows when I lay her down has my cock throbbing.
Sure, I’ve slept with her in my arms every night for the last two weeks, but I’ve been trying—and failing—to keep my thoughts about her PG. It was the only way I was going to survive. Hell, I was barely hanging on.
Her eyes darken as I strip out of my clothes. How much she wants me is written all over her face and, fuck me, it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve experienced. My cock springs free, damn happy to see her again. Finally.
I start weeping pre-cum when she reaches behind her back and unclips her bra. Reaching toward her, I pull the lace away from her body, wanting to see all of her. When she shimmies herpanties down over her hips and then kicks them away, I wrap a hand around the base of my shaft and squeeze.
“Fuck Avery,” I groan. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
She frowns slightly and looks down at her body. “I have stretch marks.”
My eyes narrow at my woman and I shake my head slowly. “You’re growing our daughter. Your stretch marks only make you sexier.” I tilt my head and throw out there, “We already have some belly butter which is supposed to help with stretch marks.” I plant a knee on the bed and crawl in between her legs. “It would be my absolute pleasure to rub it all over your bump every day.”
“I think that’ll bemypleasure,” she sasses.
“Mutual pleasure is never a bad thing.”
The smile that lights up her face at my teasing makes everything worth it. I drop down and lay between my woman’s legs. The sound that comes out of the back of her throat has my cock throbbing and I find myself grinding down against the mattress.
I glide my hands up the inside of her legs. When I get to her inner thighs, I dig my fingers in and hold her legs open. Her pussy lips glisten to show me just how turned on she is.
“You’re dripping wet,” I growl.
As I start to pant, wanting to dive between her thighs and devour her, each breath skitters along her skin. Her hips twitch, but my hold on her keeps her in place.
Her back arches as she pleads, “Bridger, please. I need to come.”
I skim my lips up along her inner thigh and nip her skin. “Avery,” I whisper, “I haven’t been able to think of any woman other than you. That night has played in my mind over and over again. The only pleasure I’ve found is with my own hand.”
She props herself up on her elbows and looks down her body to look into my eyes. Even though there is lust and need in her eyes, they’re also glassy with unshed tears. “I’ve done the same, but I haven’t been able to get there with my fingers.”
“You haven’t come in over five months?” My voice is incredulous because I can’t believe what she’s saying. What a fucking shame; she deserves to feel pleasure.
When she shakes her head, my control snaps. I dive between her thighs and use my tongue to collect all of her arousal. The way her flavor bursts on my tongue, has me growling and pushing my tongue inside of her to lap up more of her. As she grinds down on my face, seeking her own pleasure, I slide my mouth up to her clit. When I suck it between my lips and push two fingers inside of her snug channel, she shouts my name.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, loving the way her breathing picks up. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she flops back onto the bed. When I curl my fingers and find the spot inside of her channel that makes her thighs shake, I make sure to find it every time I plunge my fingers into her.
Her thighs clamp around my head muffling her whimpers and moans. Fuck, she’s sexy as hell.
My teeth scrape across her clit and it sets her off. Her pussy walls clamp down, but I keep fingering her through her orgasm while lapping up all of her creamy goodness.
“Fuck,” I rasp against her, “you taste so damn good, Sweetheart.”
“I need you inside me,” she mewls, her words breathy and full of pleading need.
After I shift and kneel between her legs, I grab one of the pillows and use it to prop up her hips. The way her tits move with every breath while her face is flushed with pleasure has my cock throbbing. I grip the base of my shaft and squeeze before stroking myself slowly.
