"My pleasure, love. Should we try the coffee table next? Or do you need a lie-down?"
"Don't you dare stop." She wriggles around to face me. "I'm expecting the full English Lord Steamy treatment."
"I never want to disappoint a woman. And I haven't fulfilled my promises yet." I pick her up and take three steps backward. "But I have made good on some of them. Take a look."
She glances at the window, and when she notices the smears on the glass, she grins at me.
That expression gives me another strange feeling in my chest.
I carry her over to the coffee table and lay her down on her back with her calves dangling over the edge. As I kneel in front of her, she licks her lips like she wants to devour me the way I plan to devour her. Well, she can do that later. I still have unfulfilled plans for her body, so I tickle the soles of her feet. "Bend your knees. Heels on the table."
She obeys my command without asking why. "You do things backwards, hey? Most men want to get oral over with right away."
"Over with? You've been with the wrong kinds of men. Do I seem like that sort of arse?"
"No. You are nothing like any other guy I've known."
I drag the tips of my index fingers down the insides of her thighs, barely touching her skin, and she shivers faintly. "When I make love to a woman, she gets my full attention from start to finish. I never rush."
Time to prove that to her. I lick my fingers and trace the wet tips down her thighs while I blow a gentle stream of air across her flesh in their wake. Avery sucks in a breath and grips the table's edges. I nuzzle her mound, pulling in a deep draft of her scent, and groan with appreciation. It's not an act. Everything about her gives me pleasure, even when I'm not shagging her. I keep my gaze on her face while I whisper my hot breath over her mound, then I comb my fingers through the hairs.
"Hugh," she moans, arching her neck. "Please."
I tease her folds with two fingers, skimming them up and down so slowly that she whimpers, then I lightly flick one fingernail over the head of her clitoris.
"Oh God," she cries out. "Don't think I can take much more."
"You can, and you will. Trust me, darling."
"I do trust you."
"Open your eyes and look at me, please."
She peels her lids apart, and our gazes meet.
I tease her clit with the side of my finger this time, and her whole body jerks. "I'm going to pet your soft, wet folds while I thrust my tongue inside you."
"Yes, please, yes."
"No need to beg, darling, but I love it when you do that."
As I stroke her inner folds with my fingers, I lower my head to her opening, exhaling heated breaths onto her sensitized flesh. Avery is breathing harder, and her cheeks are flushed. She has never looked more beautiful or more desirable.
I seal my lips over her entrance and thrust my tongue inside.
She bucks her hips and shouts my name.
And I devour her, lapping at her inner walls, thrusting deep, rubbing her nub all the while. She thrashes and grips the table even harder, her wild movements making the table thump. I feast on her cream, loving the sweetly addictive scent and flavor, until the first spasm of her release hits. Then I plunge two fingers inside her and pump until she finally goes limp.
I lift my head to appreciate the beauty of a thoroughly satisfied woman. "You are stunning, Avery. The way you look just after you come makes me need to fuck you again."
"Oh, Hugh, that was…" She waves a hand as if she's fanning her face. "You live up to your nickname, that's for sure."
I pat her thigh. "You need to recover. Go into the bedroom and get comfortable. I'll find us a decadent snack."
When she doesn't move, I grasp her hands and pull her into a sitting position. She kisses me sweetly, then dashes off to the bedroom.
Am I falling for Avery? Not sure. For now, all I can think about is feeding her so she'll have the energy for another go-round.