Determined to get her there a second time, he continued giving her clit the attention it craved. He kept his thrusts steady, his body moving with purpose while forcing his mind to focus.
He wanted to remember everything about this moment.
The room. The way the ocean sounded as they traversed across the open sea.
Most importantly, Garrett wanted to remember everything about how Avery looked as he brought her to climax again.
Every. Fucking. Detail.
The way her brows pushed inward like she was focused on his every move. The tiny ‘O’ her ruby lips formed, allowing her accelerated breaths to move in and out of her overworked lungs.
His gaze lowered to her breasts, their rhythmic sway mesmerizing as they moved back and forth the with each new thrust.
“Please,” Avery pleaded with him. Her inner muscles began rippling around him.
Ah, fuck.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He moved faster, pushing his cock in and out with more force than before.
Garrett could feel his climax racing through him. He needed to get her there…now.
“Come for me, Avery.” He rubbed her clit faster. “Can’t…hold…back…”
“Garrett!”
Avery’s body became a vise as it clamped down on his dick. A rush of hot liquid rushed around him, her muscles contracting around him as her orgasm rolled through her.
“Oh, fuck.” He gave a single, hard thrust. “Ah, God.” Another thrust. “Avery!”
An explosion of pleasure erupted within him. His cock pulsed forcefully as he came harder and longer than he could ever remember.
Not wanting to bring things to an abrupt halt, Garrett continued sliding in and out of her slick heat until he felt her sated body relaxing beneath his.
Reaching between them, he gripped the condom as he reluctantly pulled himself free. Falling onto his back, Garrett closed his eyes and focused on their breathing as they gave themselves a moment to recover.
“Holy shit.” His heart was still kicking the hell out of his ribs.
“I was about to say the same thing.” Avery turned onto her side to face him. “I had no idea it could be like that.”
The comment pissed Garrett off. Not at her, but at the bastards before him who’d clearly done a shit job at giving this woman the pleasure she deserved. But he’d be lying if he didn’t say…
“Me neither.”
Heavy lidded eyes lifted with her smile. “You don’t have to say that on my account. I’m sure a guy like you has had a lot of women. Ones who’ve had a lot more experience than I have.”
Garrett reached over and cupped her cheek. Praying she could see the truth in his eyes, he told her, “Our pasts don’t have a place here, sweetheart. Because they’re just that…the past. But for the record, that was the best, most amazing experience of my existence. And as soon as I recover, I’d love to do it again.”
Tonight. Tomorrow. Next week. Next year.
Her round eyes widened slightly, and her smile grew. Leaning toward him, Avery pressed her lips to his and whispered, “Me, too.”
And they did.
After sharing a late-night pizza to renourish their depleted bodies, they’d gone back to his room for a mind blowing, toe-curling round two. Minutes later and he was here. In the tiny bathroom taking care of his second condom of the night.
Garrett caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and blinked. Staring back at him was a man he barely recognized. One who was relaxed and…happy.
Because of her.