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wonderful it felt— how right. I was under his spell completely; my body literally throbbed. I wasn’t certain how much longer the pressure building inside me could successfully be suppressed by sheer will. “Avery….” His name was ripped from me when he again easily swallowed my cock, just as a third finger entered me. In the most perfect sync, the fingers inside me moved and curled, hitting the sensitive patch Avery so skillfully sought while his mouth and tongue worked together to propel me over the edge into a soul-shattering release.
    I didn’t just cry out, I screamed as the pleasure rolled over me again and again, and I spilled myself into Avery’s mouth.
    Still, Avery stayed with me, his fingers still flexing, curling, flexing, until I whimpered again and carefully, he withdrew those talented fingers and with casual ease kissed his way up my body an exploring inch at a time. “So beautiful, baby.” Avery whispered the words against my chest between kisses and once more, my hand tangled in his damp hair. “Loved doing that for you… loved seeing you come apart like that….” His mouth was finally on mine again, and I kissed him fiercely. I could taste myself; it was heady, delicious, and I greedily devoured Avery’s mouth.
    Never breaking the kiss, he parted my legs again and pushed my knees up, and I didn’t feel hesitation or fear.
    Gasping, Avery pulled back from the kiss, and I felt dazed, so many emotions and needs warred inside me.
    “Just relax for me, baby,” Avery interjected, easily lifting my legs to drape them over his shoulders, and I blushed at the exposed position. “I promise, I’ll make this good for you.” Those remarkable eyes held mine, and I wanted to tell him he had already made this beyond good—it was wonderful, perfect, better than I could have imagined, but the words failed me as Avery quickly snatched a condom, ripped open the pack, and slipped it over his shaft. I was mesmerized watching—damn, but the sight was amazingly erotic. He was so beautiful . I wanted to tell him that again, but I couldn’t form words when slowly, cautiously, Avery began pushing himself inside of me and again, after a brief burning sensation, my body accepted him, an inch at a time. He filled me, consumed me; the entire time, our eyes held, and I realized again that this connection we had went beyond the merely physical. I was home . The thought made tears sting my eyes, but I blinked them away—crying wasn’t what I wanted now, with Avery completely inside of me. I could feel every blessed inch buried in my ass, and the feeling couldn’t be described with words, because it was indescribable.
    For an endless moment, Avery held perfectly still and then, carefully, he moved once, twice, and that was all it took to spark the fire; my cock was again painfully hard, and Avery’s hand wrapped around me once more. “Let go and enjoy this, baby.” Avery stroked me with one hand as the other held tightly to my hip and together, almost effortlessly, we found a rhythm, steady, strong, a perfect cadence. I reached up and wrapped a hand around his arm. I needed to touch him as much as possible. I wanted the moment to last forever, but I knew it wouldn’t, it couldn’t, not with the heat generating between us as Avery began to move faster and faster. His hips snapped forward again and again, and I arched my back as I thrust up to meet him, to accept him and the rightness of what we had found together.
    “Avery….” I cried his name as hot come shot over my chest and stomach and less than a second later, Avery’s orgasm followed mine. His fingers gripped my hip so tightly I knew I’d have bruises come morning, but I didn’t care. “Avery….” His name escaped me again as Avery’s weight collapsed heavily against me, his delectable skin damp with sweat, scorching hot; he was breathing erratically, but so was I as I lifted a hand and stroked it up and down his back while he buried his face