Chapter 14
Avery
I knew it was going to happen. I wanted it to happen. As corny as it sounds, I wanted him to possess me, and the fact that we’d been moving slowly in our relationship only made it that much more delectable.
Oh we touched one another. We’d explored each other’s bodies over our clothes. Sometimes fast and furious, breaking away at the last second with frustrated moans. It was as if Bryce and I were both playing some tortuous game with our intimacy. Creeping to the edge, allowing ourselves to teeter, and then pulling back just before the free fall into a sexual abyss.
It had honed our intimacy though; we were so in sync with each other’s feelings and emotions now. There was unspoken communication, raw instinctual reactions, and shared silence between us. We sensed one another’s moods and governed our interactions seamlessly. Being with Bryce was as easy as falling off a log, and we’d even done that once while fishing.
But now I craved more of him, and sensed his reciprocated desire for me.
I was lying on my back, the fluffy quilt I’d brought along made a nice cushion underneath me. The grassy meadow was one of our favorite places. Bryce loomed over me, he was so seductive that I knew this was going to happen and my inner diva was saying it was about damn time!
“You are so beautiful, Avery,” he murmured, his one hand reaching down to caress my bare leg. I’d worn shorts today, and as Bryce leaned down and captured my lips with his, I felt his fingers deftly unbuttoning them, lifting me up as he pulled them down to my ankles. He removed my sandals and I kicked my shorts away.
My arms snaked back around his neck as he continued to relieve me of the rest of my clothes; my panties, my top, and bra quickly followed.
The sun was warm, the humidity of the area had taken leave with the late summer storms of the night before. A soft breeze caressed my skin and I moaned as Bryce placed soft, gentle kisses on my exposed breasts. His tongue teased the nipple of one, and then moved to the other to do the same.
“Your turn now Bryce,” I murmured against his lips. “I want to see every part of what I’ve been feeling these past few weeks.”
Brazen much?
I closed my eyes and heard his soft chuckle as he pulled away from me. I let my other senses take over.
The sounds of him removing his boots; lowering the zipper on his jeans, and pulling his black tee shirt up and over his head.
The scent of his aftershave as his face was once again mere inches from mine.
The feel of his warm breath caressing my cheek; the touch of his lips moving against my skin with his softly spoken words.
“I’ve waited so long for this, Avery. I want to love every inch of you.”
My eyes fluttered open and collided with his deep blue ones. He was intense. His eyes flickered over every part of me, and my fingers traced the bulging muscles of his triceps and shoulders. I could feel his hardness against me, and every part of me burned in anticipation of what we would no longer deny ourselves. I wanted to touch him there. I needed to feel the strength of his shaft and claim it as mine.
His fingers fluttered along my belly, and he started kissing me again; my mouth, my neck, the swell of my breasts, my nipples, and then his tongue was tracing the same path his fingers just left.
Every move he made yielded undeniable pleasure. He was no novice at the art of satisfying a woman I decided. Skilled beyond his years, no doubt. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. His male scent was all over me; claiming me, marking me as his and I moaned with the anticipation of the ultimate pleasure I knew he would deliver.
I could feel the wetness at my apex, and my hips bucked up against him until his fingers found their place and I wanted to melt into his slow, deliberate touches; his fingers explored me masterfully as if he knew my most sensitive places better than I did.
My hand slid downward to find his shaft and instinctively I wrapped my hand around it. I stroked him with the same cadence as he was now stroking me with his talented fingers. He groaned in pleasure and when he did, I thrust up against his hand over and over again. He was deep inside of me now and my core ached for completion.
I moaned and gripped his erection harder, speeding up my rhythm just a bit. I needed his fulfillment now. His mouth closed over mine as his hand left me and he rolled to the side. I whimpered with his absence, right before I heard the sound of the foil packet rip. I watched as he rolled the condom down the length of his shaft, his eyes never leaving mine. They were so blue they almost looked like midnight. And his breathing was coming faster as was mine.
He now hovered above me, one hand on his shaft. My legs instinctively spread which allowed him to take his place inside them. He lowered himself down and I felt the head of his erection as he guided it towards the promised land.
I was overpowered by the need to feel him inside of me; my hands found his hips and pulled him closer, his mouth crushed mine as he pushed himself inside of me and immediately stilled. “I’m going to start this very slowly,” he whispered, his voice was gentle but urgent. “I want to enjoy being inside of you and not rush anything. You feel so fucking good, Avery. So tight. So sweet. So mine.”
And those words from him drove me to the cusp of orgasm because none like them had ever been whispered to me with such sincerity and passion.
He pulled out of me and then immediately pushed in again. My breath hitched with his fulfillment. My heart pounded as he slowly eased back out, and then pushed inside of me once again. A soft moan escaped my lips, and my mind was fuzzy with the need for more. More of him. His lips caressed mine, his breathing captured mine and our kiss fused us as one. We moved against one another faster, with deliberate need to meld into a single entity. We upped the pace. My legs locked around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, my tongue danced with his in perfect rhythm that was ours alone.
We moved together; my body met his in pleasured perfection. I wanted this to go on forever. I knew I would never get tired of the way Bryce felt inside of me. He whispered words against my mouth. And every kiss pulled me deeper into him.
Our bodies were in sync; our cadence was perfection. Soft moans escaped my lips; he groaned in pleasure while he continued to move in and out of me now at a faster pace. Like waves crashing against the jagged cliffs, we were joined by a physical and emotional connection that was both primal and exquisitely intimate.
We were now one.