“Bryan and I used to sleep on the couch after watching horror movies. It was a lot closer to my parents’ room, and we could sleep on opposite ends, and our feet didn’t even touch. He hit a growth spurt before me, and that ruined everything.”
“I want to see photos of you when you were little,” she said. “I could put one in my coffee table next to mine.”
I had seen a couple of hers. “You were a much cuter kid than me. I was not as blessed as a child.”
“I don’t believe that,” she said.
“Seriously, I had a buzz cut. This mug with a buzz? I was mean-mugging for days after that.”
“Oh, I bet.” She turned into me and put her arm around me. “Kiss me.”
I didn’t need another invitation. I moved in close, and our lips met in a sweet kiss that had her moving on top of me.
“Avery, don’t start something we can’t finish.”
“I’m not. I’m perfectly willing to finish.” She reached down and pushed my shirt up. “Take it off?”
I accommodated, pulling it over my head. But as I tossed it to the floor, she did the same, removing her top to reveal a white lacy bra.
“I promised I’d behave,” I said. “And you heard what the doctor said. Nothing strenuous. Let’s wait until you heal.”
“I can’t think of better medicine,” she said. “I know I’m feeling much better already.” She captured my mouth before I could protest again, and she reached to undo my jeans. “Take these off too.”
“Avery, we have time.”
She moved up to straddle my hips. “Come on. I’ll be on top, and you won’t hurt me. I’ll take it easy. I promise.”
I decided it might be time for another compromise. “Fine, but we should go to your bed.”
“Now you’re talking,” she said as she got to her feet. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” I got up and took her hand, but before she could take the first step, I pulled her close and kissed her, lifting her off her feet. She let out a little yelp of surprise and giggled as I brought her to the bedroom and placed her gently on her bed. “Now you let me take care of you.”
“Mmm,” she said, her legs scissoring. “I like the sound of that.”
I reached to slip down her shorts and found her panties matched her bra. She looked so hot, I wanted to leave them on her for a while, but she hooked her fingers in the elastic and pulled them down to her knees. Even hotter.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“I’m a man of my word,” I said. “Close your eyes and relax.” I pulled her panties off and put them aside. Her sex glistened, and I wasted no time kissing her knee and working my way up her thigh.
She made a little sound of pleasure and let out a heavy pant as I kissed her soft mound and parted her folds with my fingers, feeling her desire for me slicken my fingers.
“You are ready, aren’t you?” She was so tempting, but I had promised to keep my dick in my pants, and while the old me would gladly go back on my word, I felt a deep need to prove myself worthy of her and worthy of Clara’s trust.
I tended to her needs, licking her sweet pussy as I reached up and caressed her nipples, now and then giving them a tug which made her moan louder.
I didn’t penetrate her right away and let the need build, and by the time I inserted a finger, she was sopping wet. It made me ache more to be inside of her, to be buried balls deep and fucking her well.
I moved my arm, finger-banging her harder as I licked her clit, teasing and flicking it with my tongue.
She arched her back and moaned. “I’m going to come.”
I didn’t stop. I didn’t let up. I let her ride out the waves of her pleasure and lapped her honey as it coated my tongue.
“I need you inside me,” she said, slithering on the bed. I pushed my fingers back inside her channel, but she shook her head. “Seth, please. You know what I want.”
“And you know why I can’t.”
“I’m fine. Trust me.” Her eyes were growing heavy with the meds, and I knew that if she would lie still without my stimulation, she’d probably fall asleep quickly.
“You should rest.”
“No. I want to give you the same pleasure.” She raised up quickly but stopped suddenly, holding her head and bracing herself with her other hand.
“Are you okay?” I rose up and held her steady.
“The room is just spinning a bit. I moved too fast is all.” She waved it off as if it were nothing.
“Which is exactly why you need to rest. Come on. Don’t fight me.”
“I’m fighting for you,” she said.
I lay stretched out beside her, my hard cock bulging inside my jeans. “I’ll be fine.”
“Will you at least get comfortable? That can’t be good for your circulation.” She grinned, licking her lips. “I could take care of you for a while.”
“It’s fine.” I kissed her lips, and she snaked her hand down and stroked me through my pants. It felt amazing, and if she kept it up much longer, I was going to pop.
“You’re brutal,” I said as she lay beside me, still working down my zipper.
“We can go slow, Seth. Please? Just a tiny taste?”
I felt her hand move against my burning flesh as she gripped my cock and pulled it out of my jeans. She stroked it a couple of pumps and rose up to sit on her knees and wasted no time taking me into her mouth.
I had never been a two-pump chump, but the feel of her warm mouth with the intense stimulation and longing nearly pushed me over the edge. I managed to maintain, holding back the best I could.
Avery took me
