His Greatest Treasure (Greatest Love #4)

Chapter 29

29

OLIVER

The words are hardly out of her mouth when I unhook her legs from my waist and spread them wide on the table. Her dress rides up, bunching at her hips as she’s left exposed by the new position.

She leans back on the table, elbows at her sides holding her up and allowing her to keep those pretty eyes on me. My favourite place for them.

“Keep your legs like that, princess,” I murmur, touching the inside of her thighs with light pressure.

She’s splayed out for me so perfectly, her yellow panties on full display, the wet spot on their centre turning them nearly see-through. They cling to her pussy as I lean closer, bracing my hands on her thighs again.

“Last chance,” I warn, debating tearing her panties with my teeth.

She shudders a breath, nodding. Her dress is tight over her chest as it expands at a quick pace, but before I can tell her to pull her tits free of it, she’s shrugging out of the straps and doing it herself.

Small and perky, her chest snares me, the two pink nipples hard like bullets amongst the creamy white skin. Her fingers hesitate to fall back down, palming her stomach instead, as if she’s too nervous to relax.

With a groan, I lean over her chest and bring my mouth to her nipple, sucking it deep. Taking her hands in mine, I push them above her head, my cock throbbing in my slacks. Her skin tastes like candy, a lotion, maybe, but I can’t get enough of it. I roll my tongue around her nipple and suck harder before shifting to the other, paying it the same dedicated attention.

Avery rocks up beneath me, her legs still spread but tense, the muscles tight when I release one hand and touch the taut skin. My patience is snapping, weeks of back and forth between us having me desperate to finally taste her where I’m aching to.

When I bring my hands to her wet panties, I rub my thumb over them, up and down, up and down, spreading the arousal pooling there. She gasps, eyes wild and bright as she watches. Her panties grow damper, my thumb slick, and I waste no more time.

I can tease her later. Once I’ve satiated the savage hunger inside of me with her cum on my tongue.

Slipping my thumb into my mouth, I suck it until it’s clean and I need more. She reaches for me, gripping my shoulder as I tuck a finger along the edge of her panties and pull them to the side, baring her glistening pussy.

“Christ,” I grunt, yanking her until her ass hangs off the edge of the table.

It’s been a long while since I’ve done this, and never have I wanted to this badly. As I bury my head between her legs and draw a line up her slit with my tongue, I confirm that this is the only woman I should have been doing this to all along. Only ever her.

“Oh!” she cries, jerking beneath me as I explore, parting her and dipping my tongue inside her opening. “Oli—Oliver. That’s really good. What . . . fuck . . .”

With a glance up her body, I tighten my stare on her bewildered expression. Something expands in my chest, making it difficult to gulp down full breaths. I don’t fucking need to breathe right now, but I don’t want to be forced to stop what I’m doing either.

Avery jerks her hips again, and I lean even further forward until I’m half on the table with her. I palm her tit while curling my fingers into her thigh, keeping her in place beneath me.

Alternating between rolling her clit beneath my tongue and feasting on the arousal she’s gushing, I try to gauge what she likes most. She gives nothing away, appearing in awe of everything. Every lick and suck and nip creates the same moans and writhing motions.

Realization blinds me as I press my tongue flat against her clit and move it side to side. She snaps her hand down and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling hard as she whines, rolling her hips. It’s like she’s never experienced this before. The sensations and pleasure I’m bringing her with my mouth alone.

“Have you ever had someone eat this perfect pussy, princess?” I ask roughly, driven by a blazing possessiveness that really fucking likes the idea of being the only one between these thighs.

Her cheeks are pink enough to show through her makeup. I run my finger through her soaked lips before gliding it inside her entrance, hoping to distract her, pull her out of her head.

Throat bobbing, she shakes her head just once. Her mouth is swollen, the deep cherry lip gloss she wore earlier long gone. I lick my lips and find the hint of the flavour there beneath her arousal and curse at how much I love the mix before I’m swiping my tongue over her clit again.

“It’s intimate,” she whimpers, sounding so fucking needy. So beautiful. “It’s not something I expec?—”

My growl hits her pussy at the same time I start to fuck her with my finger and then add a second. She stretches around them as she cries out, both hands using my hair as reins now.

“I could spend days right here. Could eat this pussy for every meal of every day and still not get enough. Fucking glad I’m the only one who’s ever tasted you here because I’d commit murder over keeping it just for me. I’d find every single man who’s tasted you before me and make them suffer for it. I’m the only one who gets to make this sweet cunt come. Right, princess?”

“Right! The only one. The only . . .” A moan interrupts her words, spurring me on.

“Need you to remember that, Avery. Remember how you come on my tongue and fingers. How you soak my face and cry my name while I fuck you with them,” I hiss, pleasure blooming in my gut despite my cock being trapped in my slacks with no relief.

Even with her pupils blown, the blue is still so bright, and I fall into their trap, not letting my gaze sway from where I watch her. She pulls so hard on my hair I’m surprised it doesn’t rip clean from my scalp as she snaps her legs around my head and squeezes, done with keeping them stretched out. I let her move, too lost in my own obsession with pleasing her to tell her to keep them spread.

“I’m going to come, Oliver,” she says on a gasp, nodding to herself. “I’m going to come . Don’t stop, or I swear?—”

I answer by pounding my fingers inside of her at lightning speed and curling them to drag across the spot that has her dropping her head back and clenching down tight. She drips down my knuckles as I piston them deep, but I’m there to lick every drop before it’s wasted on the floor.

When she comes, I’m grateful I’m already on my knees. It’s easier to pray this way, and that’s what she’s owed. She blesses me with her cries, and I’m utterly transfixed. Trapped beneath the beauty of her parted mouth and pleasure-drunk eyes, I kneel on the ground and continue to touch her until she’s pushing me back, too sensitive for more.

I feel weightless when she sits and guides my cheek to her thigh before soothing my sore scalp with gentle strokes of her fingers. My eyes droop shut, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashing into the bliss lulling me into a state of half-consciousness.

“You’re good at that,” she says after a few more moments of silence .

I hum in question, holding her leg to maintain contact.

“I’m . . . You were right. I’ve never done that before. It’s embarrassing, so don’t make a big deal out of it.”

The insecure tone of her voice causes me to open my eyes, looking for hers in the light of the setting sun outside.

“It’s embarrassing for them, not you,” I grunt.

“I didn’t push for it, though. Even with Chris, I never asked him to go down on me. He said he didn’t like it, and that was that for me. The last thing I wanted was to have to beg for something like that in the bedroom, especially from him. That would have been far more mortifying than never having experienced it at all.”

I sit forward and reach for her panties, still tucked to the side, and pull them back in place. Smoothing my thumb across the waistband, I kiss the inside of her thigh before doing the same to the other.

“You’ll never have to beg me for anything, Avery. Not outside of the bedroom or inside of it. I promise you that. Chris was never deserving of you, but I hope to be.”

“Oliver,” she whispers, cupping the back of my head.

A smirk toys at the corner of my mouth. “Avery.”

“I hope you know how worthy you are of everything you want for me. Happiness, love, success. I’ve always been the type of person who sets everyone else’s well-being above mine, but you’re the same way. There has to be a balance somewhere for us to find.”

Her words are nails in the coffin I’ve willingly fallen inside of. I’ve already begun falling in love with her, and now, I wait for her to jump in after me.

“We need to find an even ground.”

“Easier said than done, but we both deserve to be able to trust someone else to take care of us when we need them to.”

“You’re right.” Climbing to my feet, I bend to bring our faces together. Her lips still taste like faintly like cherry when they meet mine in a soft kiss. She exhales into my mouth, and I swipe at hers with my tongue. “We need to go before we lose our reservation. ”

Avery stands on her feet and smooths her dress back down her thighs while I watch her brazenly. It’s impossible to wish away my erection while standing this close to her.

“We could always just order in and stay home. Eat on the patio and watch the sunset. Maybe go for a swim later,” she suggests, her voice dropping an octave at the last suggestion.

“We’ll swim after I’ve taken you out.”

“Promise?”

I grasp the material of her dress where it rests on her hip and nod, keeping a tight hold on my self-control before I rip it clean off. I’ll have her again soon. And this time, I want her to soak my face before taking my cock eight inches deep in her perfect pussy.

“I promise, princess.”