Page 40 of Avery's Hero

“Can you masturbate?”

I chuckle. “Did you just ask me if I can masturbate? Honey, it’s all I’ve done for the last year thinking about you.”

She goes perfectly still as her eyes grow warmer. “I like knowing that.”

I press my mouth to the cord of her neck. “You like knowing you tortured me, huh? I should spank your ass for that.”

She blushes so hotly, the heat radiates off of her. I laugh with great satisfaction. “So, the idea of me spanking you turns you on.”

“I plead the fifth.”

I give her a little smack on the right butt cheek. “We’re talking more about this later. But there’s no time for that now.”

Changing the subject, she asks, “Can you masturbate while you get me off?”

I laugh again. This time, my disbelief shows. “I guess I could.”

“Good. Let’s do that,” she says brightly, looking at me over her shoulder. Her lashes have beads of water clingingon them, and the color of her blue eyes is like the most beautiful ocean in the world.

For a second, I’m locked up, frozen. Lost in them.

Then, I remember the oddball conversation we’re having about me jerking off while I get her off, before we go to work and pretend we didn’t just break every freaking rule in the book with a sledgehammer.

“What wormhole did I fall in?”

Avery shrugs one of her slender shoulders. “I don’t know but I think you should. I wouldn’t want you to be in pain all day.”

“Sweetheart, that would be impossible. The minute I arrive at work, I’m going to have a headache that could cripple an elephant.”

Leaning back against me she pulls my hand to her breast. “At least, you won’t have a build up down below too.”

I grit my teeth as I palm her perfect tit and move my cock between her slippery, sudsy thighs. “God knows, can’t be having a buildup down below.”

It would be so damned easy to slip right into her.

Just glide the head right between those folds into Nirvana.

But I won’t. She was so fucking tight last night in the truck, I know I tore her up. That’s something I won’t stand for. I won’t hurt her with my size.

A big dick requires planning. And foreplay. And lube. We have to have time for proper build up. Last night was an immature, greedy fuck, on my part.

On top of the fact that I won’t have sex without a condom with Avery. We haven’t had the birth control conversation yet, but we’re having it damned soon.

Fuck me. I shouldn't be thinking about a next time.There should be no next time. Hell, there should be no this time. But when I look down and see her lips parted, her eyes closed and the heaving of her creamy breasts in my big hand, I tell myself to shut the hell up and enjoy.

I’d be a fucking fool—a bigger fucking fool—if I didn’t.

Letting go, I groan. “Damn, that feels so good.”

She arches against me as I find her clit and work my thumb over it. Her voice is broken when she speaks, “Yes. Just like that.”

I pull back from between her legs, and take my cock in my hand. It won’t be hard to get off with Avery moaning those little breathy moans and moving against my hand.

When I slide my fingers through her folds and dip them inside her sweet, tight center, she purrs my name. My cock throbs and jumps in my hand.

Heart pounding, I finger-fuck her at the same time I press the heel of my hand against her clit. She shudders and widens her legs. “Please, yes. Right there.”

“God, I want to be where my fingers are. Buried in that glorious, slick heat.” Growling like an animal, I stroke my shaft. Hard.

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