She skims her palms up her belly and cups her breasts, pinching her nipples.
"Fuck, Avery," I all but growl. "Don't get started without me."
"Can't help it. Watching you undress while you're talking dirty makes me so hot that I almost can't stand it." As if to prove her point, she skates her hands back down her belly and slips one between her thighs to palm her mound through her knickers. "I need you now, Hugh, so hurry it up."
I shed my clothing so fast that I'm breathing hard by the time I finish.
Avery gives me a sexily teasing smile. "Gee, I assumed you wouldn't have anything on under your slacks."
"Sometimes I don't. Today, I wore pants."
"I know. But I was talking about your underwear."
"Those are my pants, darling. That's what we call them over here in the real world."
"Are all you Brits so arrogantly certain that your country is the best in the world?"
"Yes." I saunter up to her and reach behind her back to unhook her bra. "Have you shagged a Brit before?"
"Never."
"A virgin? Well, I will make sure you get the full English."
"I thought that meant breakfast."
"Yes, it does." And I have no idea why I said that. Avery has me so wound up that I can't remember what words mean anymore. But I know how to recover from my blunder. I toss her bra away and push my hand inside her knickers. "I plan to devour you, darling, one lick at a time."
"But it's evening," she says while struggling to catch her breath. "Your breakfast metaphor doesn't work."
"Haven't you ever ordered breakfast for dinner?" Enough of this ruddy metaphor. I tear her knickers off. Luckily, the lace fabric is flimsy enough that I can rip it. Her knickers land on the sofa as I grasp her hand. "Come with me to the windows. I mean to make good on everything I told you I want to do to your body."
She yanks her hand free of mine and trots over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, plastering her body to the glass. "I'm ready."
I laugh as I walk over there to join her. "Yes, you are. And I love your enthusiasm."
Her brows wrinkle. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
She glances down at my cock. "Condom."
"Oh. Yes." I race to the end table and jerk the drawer open to retrieve a packet. Once I've rolled the condom on, I return to the windows and Avery. "I'm ready now too."
"Please, hurry up."
"Well, I never deny a woman what she needs." I kick her feet further apart, grasp her hips, and plunge into her slick heat. "Fuck, Avery, you're so wet it's dribbling down my cock."
"Weeks of unrequited lust will do that."
I rest my chin on her shoulder and start thrusting, slowly at first, then harder and faster while she alternately moans and cries out every time I lunge into her. With all of her glued to the windows, her skin makes little squeaking sounds. She curls her fingers on the glass and squeezes her eyes shut while I grunt and groan, pumping with such vigor that my heart pounds and sweat runs down my temples.
"Oh God," she moans. "I'm about to—"
She lets out a sharp cry just as her inner muscles clench my cock. I hiss in a breath and keep thrusting, even while the pressure inside me mounts every second, and I know I won't last much longer. The sensation of her muscles milking me over and over does me in. An electric shock ripples down my spine and straight into my cock, setting off swift spasms that push me over the edge. I come while buried deep inside her beautiful body, thrusting a few more times until I'm finished.
Though I'd promised to flip her around and take her again, I decide to skip that bit. I'll do it next time. I can't move, anyway. With my chin still on her shoulder, I fight to regain my breath. After a moment, I manage to speak, though my voice comes out slightly hoarse. "Well, darling, are you satisfied now?"
"Yes, oh God, yes. Thank you."