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“No touching,” I say. “Lie there and be good while I take care of you.”
“Avery,” Diego gasps, and I wonder how many ways he can say my name. He pronounces it like a warning, like a question, like a hope. I never get sick of it, no matter how many shapes he makes of me.
I shimmy my dress up higher, exposing my knees, my thighs. Diego watches every new inch of skin. Then there’s nowhere left to hide; I have to pull the dress up and tug it off. As the fabric covers my head, I know he can see even more of me, chest and waist and hips and the lace-edged panties I decided to wear for this. Are they what he expected? Have any of the men he hooked up with back home ever worn something like this? I’m guessing no, and his sharp inhale strengthens my suspicions.
By the time I discard the dress, he’s propping himself up on his elbows again, avid eyes drinking me in. I shove him down, but this time I keep touching him, letting my hands wander to his waist to undo his jeans and pull them down. I have to wrestle his shoes off to peel his pants off. Normal boxers beneath, not that I expectedanything different, but they’re special because they’rehis, andI’mthe one who gets to the see them and touch them.
There’s certainly something worth touching inside them.
With his jeans gone, Diego’s excitement is blunt and obvious. That tent in his boxers calls out for my attention, but I hold myself back. I’m not giving him what he wants so easily. It’s my turn to be in control of the pace of this, and I’m going to savor every damn second.
I bend down to kiss along the insides of his thighs, the dark hairs on his legs tickling my face. He squirms, and I loop an arm under his leg to keep him from slipping away. I work my way higher, deliberately planting false hopes in every kiss as I near the bottom edge of his boxers. But when I reach his groin, I pull my mouth away. Instead of giving him what he wants, I nose along him through the fabric.
Diego tilts his head back and groans.
“Avery.”
This time it’s a plea, strained and stretched. Diego all butwrithesunder me, but I’m not giving in that easily, not after he put me through all this. I’m going to have this man exactly the way I want him tonight.
I lick over his boxers, still not moving the fabric out of my way, and Diego groans. I can all but hear him grinding his teeth. He yelps when I proceed to blow across the fabric. His cock twitches in his boxers, and the sheets rustleas Diego squirms his legs.
I push myself up and am rewarded by the absolutely devastated look on Diego’s face. His mouth hangs open as he pants. His eyes are bright with need behind his glasses. His cheeks have flushed; his chest heaves with every labored breath. And I haven’t even gotten him naked.
I crawl up to him and pluck off his glasses, taking my time setting them aside so I can tease him with the nearness of my nearly nude body. Diego reaches for me before I can retreat, petting a sweaty hand down my chest.
“God, Avery,” he pants, “I can’t take much more of this.”
I let my hips lower, let my thin, straining panties meet his tented boxers. He groans pitifully from the contact. I roll my body forward as I kiss him, tasting his desperation in his sloppy response. His fingers dig into my skin. His hips jerk toward me. He’s breaking from my every touch, and it’s so sweet I almost don’t want it to end.
But since I do actually like this guy — maybe too much — I relent after only another moment or two and start moving down his body. He scrambles to take his shirt off when I push it up, but he’s a mess. He got absolutely nothing off on his own, so he has to shift and squirm out of his coat before he can fuss with the shirt.
I leave him to it and work my way lower. When I palm over his boxers, he lets out a cut off cry, like he wasn’t expecting me to finally touch him. Oh, this is going to beso good.
I yank off his boxers before he gets a chance to recover and dive right for his cock. I don’t know what kind of progress he made with his shirt; maybe it’s still tangled up around him. Diego doesn’t seem to care. As I plunge down his cock, he reaches for my hair. I put it in my usual ponytail, but that goes to hell the moment he starts grabbing for it to brace himself. His hand lingers there, riding the motion of my head as I work up and down him. I tighten my lips, hollow my cheeks, employ all the tricks I know.
Not that they matter.
The way I worked him up left him trembling like a dew drop on the point of a leaf. I taste salty pre-cum as soon as I lower down him. It only takes a few more plunges before he’s groaning around my name, and this time there’s no mystery — it’s definitely a warning. A warning I will not be heeding, but a warning all the same.
I take him deep, savor his strangled cry, then brace as his hot cum hits the back of my throat in a burst. Diego tugs at my hair in a spasm of ecstasy as his relief pours down my throat. I swallow him, take every last drop, holding him in my mouth until he collapses on the mattress.
I pull myself off him slowly, enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth until the very last moment. When I sit up between his knees, Diego is even more wrecked thanbefore. He did manage to get his shirt off, but it’s still hanging on one arm, like he couldn’t free himself from it entirely before he was too overcome to care. He hasn’t managed to steady his breathing, and the way he looks up at me — I don’t know how to describe it except asawe. Like he’s looking at a painting he never expected to see in person, a natural wonder he only half-believed was real.
It’s doing awful things for my ego.
“I’m going to be insufferable if you keep looking at me like that,” I say.
Diego pushes himself up, propping himself up with one hand while cupping my face with the other. His thumb strokes along my cheek.
“It’s exactly the way you should be looked at,” he says. “It’s the way everyone should look at you all the time.”
Then he draws me into a soft, warm, exhausted kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Diego
I’M BARELY HOLDING myself up. My arm trembles, but my desire to kiss Avery supersedes the post-orgasm exhaustion melting my bones into jelly.
