by A. K. Evans
And in the next instant, I stood there completely transfixed by the sight of him. It was like I was seeing him like this for the first time. Maybe it was because I knew this time he was going to be mine. I was going to get to touch him, kiss him, taste him.
I couldn’t wait.
So, I didn’t.
I pressed both of my palms flat against his chest. One of his hands reached out to my shoulder and held me there while the other went to my hip.
Other than keeping his hands on me there, Knox didn’t move. He gave me time to touch and explore. At first, I gently ran my hands all across his chest, over his shoulders, and down his abdomen. I could see the muscles twitching under my touch, and it made me feel powerful to know I had that kind of an effect on him.
When he’d given me a sufficient amount of time to explore, Knox took his turn. His hand at my hip slid around to the middle of my back while the one holding the outer cap of my shoulder made its way to my bra strap. With almost no effort, Knox released the clasp of my bra and curled his fingers underneath the straps at my shoulders. Slowly, he slid them down my arms and exposed my breasts.
Knox took a moment to appreciate the sight before he came forward and pressed his body against mine. It felt so good, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my cheek to his chest, hugging him, and inhaling the masculine scent of him.
Eventually, I tipped my head back and looked up at him. Knox wasted no time in capturing my mouth. Before I could even process what was happening, my back hit the bed and his large body was hovering over mine.
He began trailing kisses down the front of my throat, across the top of my chest, and landed at my breasts. Cupping both in his hands, Knox closed his mouth over my nipple and swirled his tongue around it before sucking it deep into his mouth.
A moan escaped as my fingers dug into the skin at his shoulders.
After lavishing one side, Knox moved to the other. How it was the same exact thing he’d been doing on the opposite side but somehow still felt like a completely new sensation was beyond me. I didn’t care. He could do what he was doing for as long as he wanted to do it; I’d never stop him.
At some point, well before I was ready for it to happen, Knox stopped himself.
I would have cried, but I was too focused on what he was doing next and slightly freaking out. Knox’s hands left my breasts as he lifted his body off mine. Those hands splayed out to my sides and ran down to my hips. Once there, his fingers curled around the fabric of my thong and tugged it down my legs.
After he pulled it off, I bent my legs at my knees, squeezed them together, and planted the bottoms of my feet into the mattress.
Knox’s eyes came to mine while he worked on the fly of his jeans. After they fell to the floor, his hands came to my knees.
“Relax, babe,” he urged, gently. “I want to taste you.”
I swallowed hard because it was then I realized he didn’t mean he’d be tasting me by kissing my mouth.
When I stayed right where I was, Knox’s voice dipped lower and he said softly, “Open for me, Avery.”
The tenderness with which he spoke was nice, but it was the look in his eyes that made me do it. Hesitantly, I parted my thighs.
Those smoldering eyes left mine, traveled down my body, and ended right between my legs. Knox bent, slipped his hands under my ass, and shifted me back on the bed. Then he climbed in and laid down on his stomach, his face inches away from my vagina.
One of his muscular arms was curled under my leg, my thigh essentially resting on his shoulder, and his hand was resting on my lower abdomen.
His other arm was free. The hand on that arm traveled down my inner thigh until he got to the spot he hadn’t been able to take his eyes away from.
I was so worked up, feeling both anxious and desperate for him to touch me.
Then it happened.
His thumb stroked down over my clit, pressed in, and circled once.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
A moment later, his thumb was gone. I lifted my head to protest, and that’s when I saw the most scintillating sight of my life. Knox put his mouth on me and immediately started tasting me. My hips bucked at the sensation, but he pressed down firmly using his hand at my abdomen.
Holy. Shit.
My head fell back as I surrendered to the relentless pleasure he was delivering. His tongue. My goodness, his tongue.
“Knox,” I breathed, my hands fisting the blanket beneath me. “Baby, that feels amazing.”
He groaned against me, and I felt that vibration right there. It was glorious.
Out of nowhere, I felt it happening. Knox had only just started, and I was suddenly feeling like I was reaching the end. I wasn’t ready for it. I didn’t want it to happen so soon. I’d teased him about it only lasting seconds, and here I was on the brink of something magnanimous.
My back arched, he kept at me, and I couldn’t stop it from happening.
“Knox,” I cried out, feeling it splinter through my body, unable to control the cries of pleasure that escaped.
He continued to lick and suck and tease until the feeling left me. And when it did, he pulled back and grinned at me.
Fuck.
He was everything.
This man. This gorgeous man was the first man to ever give me an orgasm. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.
“Seems like I should have asked how long it would take,” he teased, a look of pride plastered on his face.
I narrowed my eyes and growled at him. I was feeling too good; I didn’t need him to give me a bunch of crap. In my defense, I’d never had that happen before. It was a new experience. Of course, I was going to be excited.
Knox was completely unfazed by my murderous look and let out a laugh. He pressed his free hand into the mattress, lifted himself up, and slid off the edge of the bed. He bent down to pick up his jeans, pulled his wallet out of the pocket, and revealed a shiny gold packet a moment later.
Tossing his wallet down to the nightstand, Knox looked at me and asked, “Am I going to do all the work here, or are you going to help me out?”
My eyes grew huge. I was going to get to expose what was underneath his boxer briefs. Instantly, I leaped up in the bed and crawled toward him. When I was there, I threw my arms over his shoulders, pressed my chest against his, and kissed him. I could taste myself on his lips; it was a massive turn-on.
I pulled back just a touch, brought my hands to his hips, and curled my fingers around the waistband of his boxer briefs. Pulling my bottom lip in and biting down gently with my teeth, I started to push his underwear down.
He sprang free, and I marveled at the size and perfection in front of me. Licking my lips, I tipped my head back and looked up at him. I couldn’t miss the heat and intensity in his stare. Wanting to drive him wild, needing to continue to try to rock his world, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around him. Then I stroked.
Knox groaned.
He gave me some time to have some fun and tease him, but eventually he caught hold of my wrist and held it in place. When I returned my gaze to his, he asked, “Are you going to let me take you there?”
“Again?” I asked, not believing it was possible.
“Absolutely,” he promised, a hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth.
Not thinking it was possible, but curious enough to let him try, I released him and scooted back on the bed. Then I watched while he sheathed himself.
A moment later, Knox was hovering over me again, his hips nestled between my parted thighs.
“You good?” he asked.
I loved that he was checking in with me.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
He studied my face, as though he was trying to make sure I was being honest, with the tip of his erection pressed against me.
Not wanting him to have any doubts, I decided it was up to me to assure him.
“Knox?” I called.
He went solid and replied, “Yeah?”
“I want
to feel you,” I told him. “Please come inside.”
Getting the reassurance he needed, Knox pushed forward.
“Oh,” I moaned.
Knox stayed still, planted to the root, and asked, “Are you okay?”
I could hear how strained his voice was, knowing he was struggling to remain in control. I completely understood it because I felt like I’d lost all control, too.
With hooded eyes, I insisted, “I’m perfect.”
At my reply, Knox began to move. It started off slow and delicious. He kissed me, he touched me, and he moved inside me in a way that I never imagined was possible. I didn’t know what I’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this.
Thoughts of what a teenage boy did to me once for a hundred and twenty seconds tops flew out the window. This, this man, and the feeling he was giving me was what sex was about.
“Fuck, Avery, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice so deep and gravelly. “Move with me, baby.”
I didn’t know if I was doing it right, but I tilted my hips in a way that garnered deeper access for him. I knew this was the case because I felt it. And it was incredible. Best of all, Knox took his time moving inside me, giving me a chance to find my rhythm. It didn’t take me long to find what worked for me, what felt good, and what Knox seemed to enjoy as well. When our movements meshed well together, Knox thrust his hips faster.
The entirety of the moment was too much. I was so overwhelmed, and I was shocked to feel that familiar stirring deep in my belly.
“Knox,” I breathed, staring into his eyes.
A smile spread across his face as he increased the pace of his thrusts. “Are you going to come again for me?”
A low, guttural sound left me as I pressed my head back into the pillow. My fingertips clawed at his arms. If I had long nails, there was no question I would have left marks.
Knox was relentless. He didn’t let up; he didn’t slow down. He went harder, faster. Feeling it build quicker, my thighs pressed tighter to his sides.
And though I tried to hold on and not let it go, I couldn’t. He was just that good. There was no stopping it. And once it hit, I was powerless to do anything but ride wave after wave of pleasure.
Knox slowed his thrusts enough to see me through but didn’t stop. When it left me, he picked up his pace again and brought the palm of his hand to the side of my neck. He held on to me there, not so tight that I couldn’t breathe but tight enough that I knew he was close to finding his release.
Sure enough, as I continued to move my hands over him, several thrusts later, he gave four sharp jerks of his hips forward and stayed planted as his entire body tensed over me. It was incredible. The veins, the muscles. All of it. I’d never seen anything so breathtaking in my life.
He’d given that to me.
He’d given that and so much more to me.
A moment later, he collapsed on top of me, careful to keep most of his weight in his arms. I wrapped my legs and arms tight around him.
After several minutes of labored breathing, I whispered, “Thank you, Knox. For giving me that and for making it so beautiful.”
He lifted his head, looked me dead in the eyes, and returned, “I can’t imagine why you’d think I need thanks for that, Avery, but you’re welcome.”
I brought my hands up to his hair at the side of his head, lifted mine from the pillow, and kissed him.
What could I say?
I loved his mouth.
I was certain I was going to wake up at any moment.
There was no way this was real.
There was no way she was real.
But as I laid on my back in her bed, my arm around her, and her warm, soft body pressed into mine, I had all the evidence I needed that she wasn’t made up.
She was living, breathing, and all mine.
How did I get so lucky?
I could have been more than happy with her, knowing we had a similar passion. Avery’s love for cars and racing was more than enough for me. But I also got her brains, her beauty, and her boldness.
I felt like I’d hit the jackpot.
If I’d had any lingering doubts about just how incredible she was, they would have been shattered tonight.
That dress.
Her body in that dress.
I never expected it. I had grown so accustomed to seeing her in T-shirts and jeans. Though I could tell she had a great figure even in her normal, everyday clothes, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t long after I walked into her place earlier in the evening that I started to worry I was going to pass out from a lack of blood flow to the rest of my body.
Though she’d gone above and beyond tonight, the truth of the matter was that Avery was effortlessly beautiful. She could have opened the door and stood there in a pair of jeans and a tee, and I still would have found her to be irresistible. The fact that she could pull off both looks was simply an unexpected bonus.
And now I’d had her for the first time. It was nothing short of amazing.
But I was a bit puzzled by her. And I thought there was no time like the present to talk to her about it.
Giving her a light squeeze, I asked, “You okay?”
Avery lifted her cheek from my chest, rested her chin on the back of her hand, and insisted, “I’m perfect. Everything you did tonight was perfect. And I’m not just talking about the sex and orgasms.”
Curious, I pressed, “What do you mean?”
“The date,” she clarified. “This was my first date.”
“Our first date,” I corrected her.
“Yes, it was our first date, but it was also my first date,” she explained. “And it was everything I could have imagined and then some. The reason for that has nothing to do with where we went or what we did. It was just about what you did to make me feel so happy.”
“Honored to give you that, Avery,” I returned, bringing my hand up to her face and brushing a lock of her hair back.
“But I do have to admit that the sex and orgasms were really nice, too,” she added.
I let out a laugh and repeated, “Honored to give you that, too.” And since it was the perfect lead into what I wanted to talk to her about, I took advantage. So, I continued, “Though, if I’m being completely honest, you proved just how much of a fast learner you are.”
“What?”
“Baby, I barely gave you any instruction,” I started. “You just went with what you were feeling and it paid off in a big way.”
She perked up. “Really?”
Jerking my chin down to confirm I wasn’t making it up, I said, “If you hadn’t told me about it beforehand, I never would have guessed you didn’t have any experience. Of course, this means good things moving forward.”
“You made it like the books,” she declared.
My brows pulling together in confusion, I asked, “What?”
“At the restaurant you said that you weren’t sure what to do after we finished dinner because you realized that outside of cars and racing you didn’t know what I liked to do,” she started. “Well, the truth is that when it’s racing season, that’s what I do. Racing and cars. It makes me happy. But when it’s the off season, you might be surprised to learn that I’m mostly a homebody and spend my time reading.”
“Reading?”
She grinned at me before she shared, “Yep. Romance novels.”
I just stared at her. That caught me off guard.
Avery was not distracted by my silence. She pushed forward and explained, “I’d always suspend belief when I was reading because I knew I was reading fiction. I never imagined I’d meet my own hero. And I certainly never believed he’d be just as good as my book boyfriends.”
“Book boyfriends?” I repeated.
She shot me a sympathetic look and clarified, “God’s apology for men in real life.”
I stared at her for half a second before I burst out laughing. A moment later, Avery joined me. And as I held her in my arms, laughing my ass off, I prayed if this was a dream
that I’d never wake up.
“Fuck, baby, you’re a natural.”
That came from Knox.
He was on his back in my bed, and I was busy trying to hone my skills. Practice made perfect, right?
So, when I woke up this morning feeling a bit sore between my legs, loving that the man sleeping beside me was the reason for it, I got an idea.
Of course, I took some time to just watch him while he slept.
He was, by and large, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Physically speaking, his arms were my favorite part of his body. They were what drew me to him initially. But then I got a glimpse of his whole upper body that morning in my kitchen, and I realized his chest and shoulders were just as appetizing. He had a handsome face, killer eyes, and a dazzling smile, which I hadn’t seen until more recently, of course.
Once I’d given myself ample time to check him out and appreciate him, I moved my hand under the blanket toward him. I didn’t know how he’d react, but I hoped he wouldn’t be angry with me. We both fell asleep naked last night, so I had easy access to his manhood.
Carefully, I curled my fingers around him and gently brushed my thumb back and forth over the head. At first, nothing happened. I started to wonder if he needed to be awake for things to work. But after a few strokes with sustained attention on the tip, I felt him growing harder in my hand. To top it off, he had started groaning and moving his hips.
I squeezed him a little tighter; he grunted.
I had shifted the blanket down just far enough so I could see what I was doing. And that was all I had been focused on.
So, it had startled me a bit when I felt Knox’s fingers touch me just seconds before he growled, “Dream come true.”
Unable to stop myself, I smiled. Clearly, this wasn’t the kind of thing that would cause Knox to wake up and be angry at me.
I had to admit how good it felt to know how me touching him must have subconsciously affected him. I liked knowing he’d been dreaming about me doing this to him. Even more than that, I liked him being able to wake up and realize his dream was a reality.
Shifting my gaze from where my hand was busy working him to his face, I saw Knox had an intensity in his eyes I’d never seen before. I loved seeing him look at me like that.