How We Deal With Gravity(58)
“Well, I’m a little hungry, but I’m not sure I want to eat a sack lunch for dinner,” I joke. She shrugs and continues to make her sandwich.
“Suit yourself,” she says, licking the leftover peanut butter off the dull end of the butter knife. I’ve never wanted to be a knife more in my entire life; seeing her tongue slide up the edge of the metal has my mind flipping through a dozen various inappropriate thoughts.
She takes three large bites, and her sandwich is almost gone. I’m staring at her in awe, watching her pull the milk from the fridge and drink it right from the carton in front of me too. “What?” she says, her mouth muffled from the bite still inside. She raises the carton to hand it over to me. I shake my head and laugh. “It’s not like you haven’t shared my cooties.”
“Ave, believe me, I LOVE sharing your cooties. It’s just kind of nice seeing you relax, and honestly, watching you chug milk right from the carton is kinda…well…hot,” I say, my eyes almost daring her with the way I’m looking at her.
At first, she makes a tight smile and looks down, a little embarrassed. But then she reaches into the freezer to grab an ice cube, and when she turns her attention back to me, she’s making an entirely different face. Her eyes are hooded, and her smile is soft and wicked.
“You mean, hot like this?” She says, holding the ice cube between two fingers and sucking on the end, making sure I can see her tongue run a slow circle around the entire thing. She drags it slowly across her lips, her eyes on mine the entire time. I almost grab her then and replace the ice with my own tongue, but I stop when she slowly trails the cube down her chin and to her neck, drawing a wet line along her collarbone before softly circling it over the rise of her breast.
Fuck me. I’m usually pretty good with signs, but for some reason, this girl has me second-guessing everything. My feet are twitching with the need to charge at her, but my brain is waiting for a clear signal. Avery must sense my hesitation, though, because she steps toward me slowly, reaching for my hand, and placing the melting ice in my palm before pulling the edges of her T-shirt up slowly.
That’s enough of a sign for me, and soon I’m helping her pull the shirt entirely over her head, pushing her back against the counter. We’re far enough in the corner that we would be able to move to the living room to hide if someone came in.
Unable to take it, I kiss her hard, my tongue diving deep into her mouth, tangling with hers. The feeling of the cold from the ice only makes me want to explore her more, and I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, grazing my teeth against it when I finally let go. As soon as my lips leave hers, she lets out a faint cry, and it drives me absolutely crazy.
My hand starts at her cheek, and then I move it slowly along her neck and shoulders, pulling her bra straps down against her arms. She’s arching for me, and I know she wants me to touch her desperately, but I won’t—not yet. Instead, I stand in front of her and look at her bare skin, not touching her, until her eyes open to mine, and she’s practically begging.
I move closer, and take the ice in my hand, drawing it slowly along her neck and down her breast, right to the edge of her bra line, forcing her to pant. I hold it there, and I stare into her eyes, just watching her breathe—in and out, her rhythm the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I move my lips to her chest and grip the lace trim of her bra in my teeth, pulling it away from her skin slowly until her nipple is exposed. I blow gently, just long enough for her to think I’m going to pull it into my mouth, and then I move to the next one and do the same.
When I back away again, her eyes are closed, and her breathing is rapid. Seeing her stand there—her breasts barely exposed and being held up by the stretched white lace bra—has me so goddamned hard, I think about speeding this up. But I know these opportunities won’t come often, so I’m going to make sure this one lasts.
I move in closer, and once again trail the ice cube over her lips, her pink tongue peeking out just enough to taste it. I move it down her body, along the center of her chest so I can trace my way along the line of the bra to her now hard-as-hell nipple. I stop right before I touch the ice to the tip, waiting; Avery shifts her weight, squeezing her legs once. I’m driving her crazy, and it’s such a f*cking turn on.
When I move the ice to the very tip of her nipple, she lets her lips fall open with another cry, and this time she says my name, and that only makes me want to torture her more. I hold the ice to the round, red peak, and don’t let her move, even though she’s squirming to try to get away. Then I move it to the other one, pinching with my fingers to press the ice against her, bringing her other nipple to the same hardness as the first.
“Mason,” she whimpers, and I feel her breath fall down my entire body.
Unable to stand it, I have to taste her. I take her frozen nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, and holding it tightly with my teeth until it’s warm again. My hand works her other breast, pinching and pulling at the tip until I feel her shift her legs once more. I reach behind her, and unhook her bra to let it fall completely from her body. I wrap my hands around her f*cking amazing tits, my thumbs rubbing against the hard tips while she lifts herself up on the counter.
I move my hands to her face, cupping it hard, and bringing her lips to mine. She does the same, her hands starting around my neck and quickly gripping at my T-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. There’s no way I’m going to be able to not finish this, but I have to make sure Avery’s on the same page.