Page 35 of Holiday Home 2
If a comparison had to be made, he’d have given Tess the slight edge. Slight. Not enough for it to matter in the current set of thrilling circumstances playing out before him.
With Avril’s lithe body bent over as she finished digging through the first of their copious amounts of bags, she twisted her upper half and began diving through the next. Shifting half a step to the right a moment later, she brought her phenomenal butt several inches closer to his groin. Humming to herself as if she’d forgotten all about him, she kept rifling away.
On the other end of the spectrum, Liam was as still as stone. Her leggings were as dark as night and far too eager to show off every titillating inch of her lower half. Stirred awake by the sight of how those enviably tight leggings adhered to her spectacularly well-built physique, his cock swelled beneath his pants. And then Avril had to go and “innocently” wiggle her butt as she shifted once more, beginning to search through a third bag.
Liam’s body only needed to move about half a step to align himself directly behind Avril’s bent-over form. She’d done most of the work, though she’d left him enough that he would have to commit to it if he wanted what they both knew he wanted.
After he set himself up behind the salacious, sensual senior, his hands took the lead. Gliding them along her hips, tasting the contours of her gorgeous body, his fingers dug in firmly. Avril didn’t respond to his touch, continuing to delve away inside the shopping bags.
The message was clear. This wasn’t enough to distract her.
With his grip on her hips in place, he pulled her back. There wasn’t much distance between his throbbing manhood and her shapely backside, and Avril didn’t resist. His hardness met her softness, and his cock immediately twitched because of it. The devious redhead immediately wiggled her butt again, dialing his lust up to such a feverish temperature that some of the moisture in his mouth evaporated.
Finally, Avril removed her focus from the bags. She turned her head enough for him to see one of her eyes, which scintillated spiritedly. The catlike curl of a grin shaped her lips.
“May I help you, sir?” she asked innocently.
“I’m just taking my payment,” he responded, directing her butt to shift again with his tight grip on her hips. It was pure bliss that pulsed through his cock because of it.
“Oh, right. I’d almost forgotten about that.”
Liam almost snorted. “Sure you hav—”
Suddenly, Avril pushed back harder, and his cock, with some difficulty because of her leggings’ tightness, nestled itself between her ass. It was enough to shut him up for a little while, especially as she straightened herself. It wasn’t just her butt but her whole body that she pressed backward. With one sweep of her hand, she shifted her hair to the front of one shoulder. He wasn’t so delirious from lust to not understand what that meant.
Delirium was precisely what ensnared them. Avril grinded against him frenetically, and his hands rocketed up her body in response. Her hourglass figure ensured he was never disappointed when he stopped to experience what her body had to offer. Her sides, her stomach, her spectacular breasts—even with her jacket still in the way, every touch delighted him.
As she pressed her body back and as his hands climbed, his lips lurched forward. She’d exposed one side of her throat to him for a reason, and he zealously claimed it with a libido-infused assault.
“Give me a big, nasty mark,” Avril purred as his lips seared her neck, beginning to kiss, bite, and suck in every compatible sequence. “Make me have to work to keep it hidden tomorrow.”
Her sultry words fueled the inferno rumbling to life within him. Attacking the silky stretch of skin that she’d made available, he sucked as hard as he could.
“Harder!” Avril hissed, quivering with a sudden burst of pleasure. “Use some teeth!”
As he did so, furious hisses of bliss escaped her lips. She grinded against him even more fervently, fighting off a series of ramping quakes.
He’d found her weak spot. She’dledhim to it.
“Fuck, Liam, keep at it just like that!” Avril moaned, bending her neck to give him better access to a spot a little lower on her throat. Seconds later, she snatched his wrists and brought them to the front of her thighs. After their deliverance, she threw her hands over her shoulders, running them through his hair.
Soon, he removed one of his hands from where she’d delivered them, though only briefly. It skimmed up her jacket until it found her breasts. Shifting between them, he finally achieved a goal that he’d had since he’d first laid eyes on her hours ago. The metallic scrape that accompanied the vigorous act of yanking it down proved as pure as music. His eyes stole a hasty look at the spillage of Avril’s immaculate breasts as he yanked the zipper as far down—to the bottom of her breasts—as it could go.
With his hand, he then slipped it through the gap and confirmed that she was indeed wearing a bra underneath. It would be one more article of clothing that he’d make sure he’d removed before the night was up. But not now, though he did indulge in a deep squeeze of a breast before he pulled his hand out and laid it upon her midriff.
Soon, it again changed perches. As it dropped, his other hand lifted. They didn’t reconvene, however. The hand he raised barely moved more than a handful of inches, while the one he dropped whisked itself from Avril’s voluptuous breasts down to her leggings’ form-fitting waistband.
“As hands-on as I want to be, right?” he whispered into Avril’s ear. Their bodies shivered together, and it was impossible to decide which one of them was responsible for the dozens that followed.
“It’ll be a good lesson for you,” she replied huskily, licking her lips while staring over her shoulder at him with enough heat to evaporate one of the Great Lakes.
Given that he barely had a puddle of patience left, there was practically no time lapse between her permission and the beginning of his attempt to make Avril cum.
He felt the heat burst through her leggings as he pressed two of the fingers from the hand he’d raised against her pussy. The thin fabric, reinforced as it was by some fleece, left barely a centimeter or two of distance between their skin as he rapidly rubbed his fingers against her body. A throaty, guttural moan fled Avril’s lips, and she made it easy for him to resume sucking tightly against her throat.
Her entire body betrayed the notion of a poised, sensual teacher. The walls crumbled just moments after she’d acted as if this were just another of his “lessons.” It wasn’t, and they both knew it.
That part of their relationship might survive the night, but it would no longer be the only part of it. Tonight was about burgeoning passion and evolving intimacy. There’d be no going back from it.