Brody used his other hand to tug his jeans down and off, and tossed them onto the growing mound of clothes on the floor beside the bed.
The plump head of his shaft pressed firmly against her warmth, begging to be let in. Avery was only too happy to oblige. She heard the tell tale sounds of a condom wrapper being torn open, and her body hummed with anticipation. She tilted her hips upwards, inviting Brody to do as he pleased with her, and groaned hungrily when his erection slid between her slick, wet folds, lubricating him with the cream he’d drawn from her.
“Slowly,” he growled, and bowed his head, taking her breast into his mouth. Moving as unhurriedly as he possibly could, Brody entered her, pausing when he was met by resistance. The tightness of Avery’s body and its reluctance to accept him was evidence of her years of abstinence. But he fully intended to take his time with her, reacquainting their bodies, because even if it took all night, he would draw out her pleasure for as long as his body would allow.
Avery dug her nails into Brody’s back and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him forward, but his body remained unwavering as he torturously thrust into her as a snail’s pace.
“Faster,” she whimpered, but was met with his sly grin.
“No,” he replied, and inch by inch he entered her, only to retreat before repeating his excruciatingly measured movements.
“Please.” Her voice trembled.
Brody wanted to take his time making love to her, to bestow upon Avery as much pleasure as humanly possible, but her pleas caused his resolve to falter, and he increased his pace, each stroke swifter and harder than the last.
Avery’s body quivered as she neared release and she clenched him tightly. The sensation of Brody filling her so completely was almost more than she could bear.
Brody returned his mouth to her breast, rolling her taut nipple between his teeth. He reached between them and the pad of his thumb found her bud, engorged and ready to explode. With one stroke of his finger, Avery found her release. Her body convulsed and she drenched him as waves of orgasm skitter ed through her body. Her muscles gripped him like a vice, milking him until Brody found his own release, spilling himself in the depths of her warmth.
The first faint hints of the impending sunrise began to filter in through the open bedroom window. They lay sated in each other’s arms, Brody stroking her long tendrils of flaxen hair, and Avery sleeping peacefully with her head resting on his chest. But the hacking cough of a child startled her from her sleep and she sat upright in the bed. Parker’s coughing fit ended just as quickly as it had begun. Avery sat perfectly still, listening for any signs that her son had woken up, but the only sounds to be heard were coming from the street below. When she was satisfied that Parker was still fast asleep, she leaned back into Brody, who was now sitting upright beside her on the bed.
“Maybe I should go before he wakes up,” he offered reluctantly.
“I think that’s probably a good idea.”
Brody knew that Avery was hesitant about introducing Parker to men. Her refusal to date proved that, but he wasn’t just some guy. He was Parker’s father. “I want to meet him. I want you to properly introduce us.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I don’t want to confuse him.”
“How is introducing him to his father going to confuse him. It’s not like you have a parade of guys in and out of here every weekend. Besides, I have a right to met him. He’s my son. It’s not like we have to tell him I’m his father, not yet. I just want to meet him and get to know him a bit better.”
Parker was one of the shyest children that Avery had ever known, and he didn’t take well to strangers, but once again, Brody was right. Parker was his son and it was his parental right to see him. She’d denied Brody of his rights for too long and the time had come for them to
The plump head of his shaft pressed firmly against her warmth, begging to be let in. Avery was only too happy to oblige. She heard the tell tale sounds of a condom wrapper being torn open, and her body hummed with anticipation. She tilted her hips upwards, inviting Brody to do as he pleased with her, and groaned hungrily when his erection slid between her slick, wet folds, lubricating him with the cream he’d drawn from her.
“Slowly,” he growled, and bowed his head, taking her breast into his mouth. Moving as unhurriedly as he possibly could, Brody entered her, pausing when he was met by resistance. The tightness of Avery’s body and its reluctance to accept him was evidence of her years of abstinence. But he fully intended to take his time with her, reacquainting their bodies, because even if it took all night, he would draw out her pleasure for as long as his body would allow.
Avery dug her nails into Brody’s back and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him forward, but his body remained unwavering as he torturously thrust into her as a snail’s pace.
“Faster,” she whimpered, but was met with his sly grin.
“No,” he replied, and inch by inch he entered her, only to retreat before repeating his excruciatingly measured movements.
“Please.” Her voice trembled.
Brody wanted to take his time making love to her, to bestow upon Avery as much pleasure as humanly possible, but her pleas caused his resolve to falter, and he increased his pace, each stroke swifter and harder than the last.
Avery’s body quivered as she neared release and she clenched him tightly. The sensation of Brody filling her so completely was almost more than she could bear.
Brody returned his mouth to her breast, rolling her taut nipple between his teeth. He reached between them and the pad of his thumb found her bud, engorged and ready to explode. With one stroke of his finger, Avery found her release. Her body convulsed and she drenched him as waves of orgasm skitter ed through her body. Her muscles gripped him like a vice, milking him until Brody found his own release, spilling himself in the depths of her warmth.
The first faint hints of the impending sunrise began to filter in through the open bedroom window. They lay sated in each other’s arms, Brody stroking her long tendrils of flaxen hair, and Avery sleeping peacefully with her head resting on his chest. But the hacking cough of a child startled her from her sleep and she sat upright in the bed. Parker’s coughing fit ended just as quickly as it had begun. Avery sat perfectly still, listening for any signs that her son had woken up, but the only sounds to be heard were coming from the street below. When she was satisfied that Parker was still fast asleep, she leaned back into Brody, who was now sitting upright beside her on the bed.
“Maybe I should go before he wakes up,” he offered reluctantly.
“I think that’s probably a good idea.”
Brody knew that Avery was hesitant about introducing Parker to men. Her refusal to date proved that, but he wasn’t just some guy. He was Parker’s father. “I want to meet him. I want you to properly introduce us.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I don’t want to confuse him.”
“How is introducing him to his father going to confuse him. It’s not like you have a parade of guys in and out of here every weekend. Besides, I have a right to met him. He’s my son. It’s not like we have to tell him I’m his father, not yet. I just want to meet him and get to know him a bit better.”
Parker was one of the shyest children that Avery had ever known, and he didn’t take well to strangers, but once again, Brody was right. Parker was his son and it was his parental right to see him. She’d denied Brody of his rights for too long and the time had come for them to
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