Page 72 of Against The Tide

Holding my hand palm up, I wait for Avery to give me hers. When she does, I clasp our fingers together. It draws her closer.

“Tell me, Avery, what do you want?”

She groans like the sound of her name from my lips is doing the things that I want to do with my tongue. I bet her wet pussy would taste as sweet if not sweeter than her warm mouth.

“I…” she starts, her voice breathy. “I want you and everything you said.”

Grabbing her ass, I pull her so flush to me that her breasts are in my face. Her tanned skin is so smooth and inviting. With a jerk, I pull her down so she’s sitting on me, bringing her face closer to mine. For a moment I’m struck by the colors swirling in her eyes. The quiver of her lips with every one of her breaths. As they grow heavier and raspier, I bring my face closer, ghosting the tip of my nose over her mouth, inhaling her fruity and sugary exhales.

She’s about to speak when I thread a hand into her hair and pull her lips down on mine, hard enough that her gasps are strangled and her hands scratch at my shoulders.

Fuck! It feels so good! The way she touches me, like she’s trying to get all the way under my skin and bones. Deepening my kiss, I lick into her mouth, and her body presses to mine, breasts to the top of my chest, hot pussy to my throbbing, aching dick.

Good fucking God!

I keep kissing her through her breathlessness, nipping and licking at her lips and tongue. Slow and fast and messy…eager and savoring and tentative. Exactly like adolescent kisses because for right now, we can just be a boy and girl getting lost in a moment. Life isn’t complicated. The past has no bearing or hold on us.

The longer we kiss, the tighter my hand winds in her hair, tugging so that the thick strands cut into my flesh. With a long, drawn-out moan, Avery grinds over me. Her head falls back while I bite down on her lip, and the hand cupping her ass slips under her dress.

Tracing the length of her thigh, I drink her whimpers, absorbing her shudders and relishing the feel of her nails biting into my flesh.

Adolescent making out was never like this. This good. This fucking consuming. It was never this electrifying or addictive. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop. Avery is too warm, too supple, and too much of everything I never knew I wanted or needed. And I wish so bad that I had found her sooner. That I hadn’t made so many mistakes. I wish I could be everything she deserves and more. So much more.

The perfect gentleman and good guy. Not the asshole. Anything but that. I want to make her feel beautiful and wanted and as goddamn perfect as she is. My hand stills on her waist, halting her tortuous movement.

“Rhett…” Avery gasps desperately. “Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”

A hand cups my face as she curls into me, the other tracing the lines and contours. Her entire body is trembling over mine with every drag of her breaths. She wants me so bad that I can feel it, and it is incredible to be so openly craved and desired by her.

So good that I can’t deny her as she repeats, “Please don’t stop.”

Shaky fingertips and lust-hazed eyes draw over my cheekbones and temples.

I stroke over the curve of her waist, slipping my hand into her panties to grasp her bare ass. It’s so supple, and I can’t help but squeeze more while I tug at her hair harder than before, tilting her head back so I can taste more of her skin, groaning as she writhes over me. My already stiff cock steels some more until the friction of her movement physically hurts.

Avery’s moans get louder, vibrating into the air around us. Her limbs start to buckle, body bowing into me while the hand cupping my face tightens and the other fists in my hair.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “Oh my fucking God!”

Yeah, I want to fuck her. I want to rip her panties off and have her free my dick before I bury myself in her. I want to taste every damn inch of her skin. To touch every part of her. Make her mine in every fucking way.

Her ass clenches in my hand, and I know that she’ll come if we don’t stop. There’s a good chance I will too with the way my dick is pulsing and everything inside me is coiling tight.

Twisting her panties around my fingers, I pull them taut over her pussy. I can picture the way they tug through her slick, engorged lips.

“Oh shit!” A gritted whimper falls from her mouth, straight into mine as I grasp her nape and press her down harder.

“You’re going to come for me, sweetheart.”

“Rhett,” Avery whines long and loud as I use my grip on her panties to work her over me.

“I think about it all the time.” My cock pulses hotter, harder. “How you taste. How you feel… Are you wet for me?”

Nodding frantically, she screws her eyes shut.

“Look at me and tell me!” I press up into her, grinding mercilessly until her eyes meet mine again.

“Yes.”