Free Second Opinion by Lisa Suzanne Page B

down to business.
    I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her closer to me. I was moving slowly even though that wasn’t the direction where our night was going. I gazed down at her pretty face for a moment. Most women I knew would’ve been wrecked after a day of tending to the bride, running around, taking pictures, mingling, and, of course, drinking. But not Avery. She looked as fresh as she had when I’d first seen her that morning.
    “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
    She shook her head. “All I know is how hot you are. If you’re attracted to me, then I must be fucking gorgeous.”
    I smiled at her compliment. “You’re beyond fucking gorgeous, Avery.”
    “Well you’re beyond hot. Now kiss me before I lose my mind.”
    I did as instructed, my lips slowly lowering to hers as I pushed the final piece of our day of anticipation into place.
    I set a slow, seductive pace as I took her mouth with mine. One of my arms held her against me while the other slowly inched up the skirt of her dress. Her arms wrapped around me as her hands explored my back, my arms, my hair. One hand trailed down to squeeze my ass as her tongue danced slowly against mine.
    I finally got her skirt up to her waist. My hand palmed that smooth, tight, bare ass again. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to fondle it for the rest of the night. I was more of a breast man than an ass man, but the feel of her skin under my hands was extraordinary.
    Despite setting a slow tempo with our scorching hot kiss, my fingers trailed around to her pussy. I slid a finger into her, finding her soaking wet and ready for me.
    “Ahh,” she moaned as I cursed under my breath.
    My dick hardened painfully at the sounds coming out of her. I needed to be inside of her, but I wanted to take my time because I knew it would all be over too fast. It was a Catch-22.
    I hitched one of her legs up and she wrapped it around my waist. I backed away from her just slightly, our mouths still connected, and I plunged my finger back into her wet pussy.
    Another one of the sexiest moans I’d ever heard in my life emitted from her mouth, and I pulled my finger out slowly and pushed in again.
    “More,” she murmured, so I added a second finger.
    “Ohhhhh,” she moaned, long and drawn out. “More.”
    I added a third.
    “Faster.”
    I followed her directions, loving how she was telling me exactly how she wanted it but letting me remain in control.
    Her fingers trailed down to help my hand, but I wanted it. I wanted to be the man responsible for causing her to shatter beneath my fingers.
    I grabbed her hand to halt her progress, and her heavily lidded eyes glared at me.
    I raised an eyebrow. “Problem?”
    “You’re taking too long.”
    I chuckled and pulled my fingers from her pussy. “Now it’s going to take even longer.”
    She muttered something I didn’t quite catch, but it sounded like, “Asshole.”
    I reached down and pulled her dress over her head. She stood before me in just her fuck me heels.
    I set her dress over a chair and led her to the bed. She sat.
    “Back in the elevator, you said you wanted me to taste your pussy,” I said, pacing slightly in front of her as she sat naked on my hotel bed. I took a swig of the whiskey and handed her the bottle. She took another shot. “Is that still the case?”
    “I want your mouth everywhere on my body all at once. I want it on my lips, on my breasts, on my pussy. I want it on my stomach and my legs and my arms. I want it covering me, making me wet, giving me what I have wanted from you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
    Sometimes women say things that momentarily shock me.
    But those words… those words were beyond shocking. They sent a dazed stab of craving through my gut. They brought up those same feelings I’d had on the dance floor, the ones that had been developing for a while.
    I really liked Avery.
    And I was starting to wonder if this was going to transcend my one or two night bang