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The authority in her voice caused him to chuckle, though her sharp stare needled him with impatience. Feeling somewhat awkward, though he didn’t know why after all they’d done together, he began removing his clothes while Avril stared at him.
After he had his shirt and pants off, Avril finally began emulating him. As her snug turtleneck flew toward the floor, Liam briefly forgot about completing his undressing. He started by admiring the mostly faded splotches of color on her neck. He wondered if an opportunity to prolong the time she’d need to keep wearing scarves and turtlenecks would appear tonight.
As she revealed her voluptuous body, he swallowed. From beginning to end, she was a being of sexy curves and unrestrained allure. With her turtleneck cast away, only a dark blue bra kept the familiar but still potent sight of her shapely breasts hidden from him, though the rest of her ensured that his cock rapidly stiffened. At first, the speed of everything had left him feeling a bit off. The sight of Avril’s phenomenal figure did away with any of that, replacing it with a pure, unbridled desire for what was to come.
“Strip,” Avril said again, rolling her eyes at his dazed state.
“Sorry,” he said, shrugging unabashedly. “You’re just so distracting.”
Avril rolled her eyes again, but she smiled throughout the rest of their hasty undressing. And as he exposed his erect cock, he caught her eyeing it approvingly.
He finished before she did, though only by a matter of seconds. Peculiarly, she didn’t unhook her bra; instead, she worked on removing her snug pants. Without anything to do, but also without any orders tonotdo anything, Liam closed the distance between them.
Avril easily spotted him coming, though she didn’t ward him off with a glare or command. That was permission enough for Liam’s liking, and his fingertips glossed over her smooth skin when they landed on her sides a moment later.
They didn’t linger there for very long. He left Avril to finish removing her pants, setting his sights on removing the lingerie covering her immaculate breasts.
His hands brushed along her sides on that journey, sweeping across her steep curves on their way to a pair of hills. Before they arrived, he set his lips on her slender neck near one of the hickeys he’d planted there a few days ago.
“Yeah, don’t you dare,” Avril said, wise to his initial intentions.
“I think you look really hot in scarves, though,” he said.
“You’re right; I do. Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you force me to wear one for the rest of winter break. Besides, I’ll look weird as hell in my dealer’s outfit if I’m wearing a scarf with it. So, no marks up there.”
“Okay, I promise to be good,” Liam sighed, pressing his lips gently to her neck.
While his mouth covered one side of her neck in a bevy of passionate kisses, his fingertips slid around to her upper back, searching for the clasp holding her bra together. Compared to his skill level at the start of winter break, he’d rapidly improved at removing the undergarment, though he didn’t rush. It wasn’t until he’d finished tasting how smooth Avril’s skin was before he finally completed his assignment.
Having done the same on her end, Avril backed him up a single step with the end of one finger, then let him play jubilant spectator as she shrugged her bra off. Everything about what she revealed captivated him. The heft and perfect shape of her breasts, the pert, pink points surrounded by sensitive areolae at their centers, and the memories of all the times he’d felt and tasted them.
And let tonight add one more of those,Liam thought, his excitement swirling about him like a vortex.
“Now, on the bed you go,” Avril said, pressing a hand against his chest. “Quickly. I don’t think either of us wants Anna to hear you moaning how you’re about to cum as she opens the door with our pizzas.”
“It’s possible it’d be you that she’d hear,” he replied, intending to ensure he wasn’t the only one throttled by rapture before what was left of their time together was up.
“Oh, I’m going to have the time of my life,” Avril declared, grinning a bit more viciously than seductively. “I know how to get what my body needs.”
She continued pushing on him before he could think of a suitably cocky response. That was another thing he’d grown more accustomed to over the break. And while he was definitely still figuring out his “style,” he had to admit that it was far more enjoyable to emulate Avril’s unerring self-confidence than it was to wring his hands anxiously about if he’d sound like an idiot just for trying.
Liam lifted his arms and took a trust fall onto her bed. Bouncing on it, he saw her roll her whole head this time, not just her eyes. Grinning, he scooted himself a bit further up her messy bed, avoiding the clothes that hadn’t made the cut when she’d been deciding on what to wear this morning.
On the other hand, Avril sent those unworthy outfits to the floor as she crawled onto her bed after him. Her emerald eyes delivered a thousand promises, each more lascivious than the last. As her right hand landed next to his hip, his gaze propelled itself toward it.
As he’d hoped, when next it lifted, it moved rightward, not upward. In a few seconds, Avril's hand's adroit, smooth touch stole his breath away. She wrapped it slowly around his cock, feeling the heat pulsing through the stiff tool. Her lips curled in satisfaction as she began giving it a few measured strokes.
“Now, who’s forgetting about the time crunch?” Liam asked, already breathing a bit erratically.
“You won’t last ten minutes inside of me,” Avril cooed as she lowered her lips to his chest.
Feeling a humorous sense of déjà vu, he met her stare as she placed the first of many kisses on his skin. “You can bust out a timer if you want because I know I will.”
Avril grinned and shook her head. The leisurely pace of her hand slightly increased, and so did the wonderful sensations he felt trickling into his cock. Trailing her lips along his torso, her mouth removed itself from him when it reached his lowerabdomen. By then, she was pumping his cock as quickly as she had the first time they’d met.
Yet, she slowed down as her lips hovered above his cock, precum oozing out. Holding his gaze, she coated his cock in a long trail of saliva—and then another after her hand spread it along his shaft.
“Now, I don’t remember how or when I heard this, which is rather strange, really, because I feel like I’d remember when we talked about something like this, but I believe you can cum quite a few times before you’re completely spent. Pretty sure I gave you a cute nickname when you told me about how you went and came five times in a single day, too. But for the life of me, I just can’t remember who it was that made you cum so many times with her vixen-like mouth. I know it wasn’t me, and itcouldn’thave been Anna or Victoria. Hmmm.”