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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Avery
I CAN’T STOP kissing him. I know I’m supposed to be focusing on other things, but I linger against his mouth, letting our bodies rest against each other. I wiggle my hips to feel him against me, and Diego makes a little sound into my mouth.
It’s absolutely addictive.
I definitely didn’t think this was how my evening was going to go. I thought I’d watch movies and eat ice cream and fall asleep on the couch until Mia shook me awake. As much as I love Mia, this iswaybetter.
My hands can’t stay still, and neither can Diego’s, apparently. Our touches are sloppy and aimless. Even with a goal in mind, neither of us are in a rush. For the first time, we’re doing this with a big, open, thrilling futureahead of us, and it makes me want to take it slow and savor every second.
Despite my best intentions, however, I do eventually need to breathe. When I break from Diego’s mouth, I find him rosy beneath me. His cheeks are darker than usual, his amber brown eyes liquid with heat, like chocolate melting on my tongue. I can’t believe I get to have him. I can’t believe we’re going to do this together.
I find myself scrambling for the nightstand beside my bed. Diego watches every movement, his anxiety prickling at me. I set the supplies on the bed, but leave them lying there and go back to Diego. I get that this can be intimidating, especially if he’s tried it before and it didn’t go that well, but I’m not about to let him feel anything but incredible tonight.
I return to his mouth. Touching conveys my determination better than words. I’m not going to tell him what I can show him instead.
My hand sneaks down him, taking a wandering path over his body. I feel down his abs, over his flat belly. I give his cock a lazy stroke, play with his sac, grip his thigh to move one leg a little wider for me. The way he stays relaxed encourages me to keep going. I trail my lips down his neck, then enjoy his chest while feeling around for the lube. He might notice my hand moving, but he forgets when I flick my tongue at his nipple, then tug it between my teeth. Diego inhales sharply, his chest swelling under my lips.
As much as I want to keep toying with him, his breathing is raspy and I can’t actually open the container with one hand while not looking, so I interrupt myself to deal with it. Diego is watching, and I lean forward and pluck off his glasses to make him stop. I stretch to set them on the nightstand, but my other hand goes low, touching him, grazing against him. He sucks in a breath, even though this isn’t remotely new territory. It merely comes with new implications this time.
“Are you going to go this slow the whole time?” Diego says.
His impatience surprises me, but a beat later I grin wickedly down at him. “Yes, if I feel like it. Are you complaining?”
“Not yet.”
“Wow, suddenly we’re making demands? I guess I’ll have to take good care of you, hm?”
His lips twist like he’s holding back laughter. As we spoke, I kept feeling him, kept prodding, enjoying myself with lazy presses. I slip inside him now, and his mirth melts into open desire. Good. I want him to keep looking at me like that. I want him languid and wanting and hot.
His expression opens as I squeeze my fingers into him, working him loose. As badly as I want his lips again, watching them part as his breathing shreds into tatters is its own sort of enticement. I almost lose track of my goal as I spear my fingers into him and watch him shatter on them,his hips starting to work as he begins to crack and lose control.
“That’s it,” I say, breathy and quiet. The words come out on their own, like I can’t help encouraging him as he lies beneath me so handsome and wanton.
I almost push it too far before I manage to stop myself. God, it’s hard. It takes a real effort to remind myself what I’m supposed to be doing when I could spend the whole night touching him this way, slowly, slowly working him over until he breaks again and again for me, until he’s begging me to stop, until he can’t take any more.
Some other night, perhaps. We have that kind of time now, I remind myself, and the thought leaves me giddy.
I slip my fingers free, and Diego turns onto his side.
Interesting. So he does have some ideas about this. Well, I’m certainly not complaining.
I get ready as quickly as I can manage it, then slide close. At first, I merely touch my tip to his rim, letting him feel me there. With him on his side, I can hunch over him. I can even bend down and kiss his shoulder, my hair cascading past my neck as I do.
Diego shifts his hips, perhaps an involuntary motion, but we both feel it when it makes his ass rub against my cock. I reach a hand down and angle myself at him with more intention this time, and with just a bit of suggestion I start squeezing into him.
Tension streaks through Diego, but I simply pauseand let it pass. He reaches back, holding his own cheek like he’s physically opening himself to me, and I push a little more. It’s tight and hot inside him, and I struggle to hold back wanting to sink even more of myself into the clench of his ass.
“Avery.”
I don’t realize that I’m hanging my head and concentrating so hard until Diego’s voice calls me back. He doesn’t say anything more, just reaches up and threads my long hair between his fingers, then slowly pulls me down to him. The motion makes me shift, pushing more of me inside of him, but he doesn’t stop, not until I’m all the way to his lips, tasting his groan as his body clutches me tight.
Fuck, this is heaven. His mouth. His ass. Us locked together like this. With each beat of my heart, the swarm of sensation swells, and I’m caught in the center of it. More and more of me slides into him as Diego encourages me to delve deeper. He chews at my bottom lip as I roll my hips experimentally, and, well, I don’t need to be a scientist to interpret the results of that test. I do it again, shifting however feels good, and Diego moans. I dip my head, kissing along his neck. It’s not that I don’t still want his mouth, but if I kiss him here instead those noises he’s making will have nowhere to hide.
I start going faster, sensing Diego’s growing need. His hand tangles more tightly in my hair, almost yanking me down against him. I suck hard on his neck and let my hipsgo at last, let them pivot forward with a bit of a snap.
“Oh,” he gasps, halfway between a gasp and an expletive.
