Averi was actually quite skilled at patience. Unlike Dallas, whose restraint came from certain principles, her self-control stemmed from her own amusement.
The desire for immediate release could always be satisfied, but after the momentary pleasure, it often felt somewhat hollow. It was the build-up of suppressed desire that, when finally unleashed, brought an intensity of pleasure that sent shivers down the spine.
When they got home, Averi's underwear was already soaked through, but she didn't rush. She kicked off her high heels, her gaze lingering on Dallas as she slowly approached him. With a hint of mischief in her voice, she asked, "Dallas, I've had this little wish for a while. Do you think you could fulfill it for me?"
Dallas's Adam's apple shifted slightly, his instincts telling him there was danger. But that very danger only fueled the fire of his desire, adding more fuel to the already raging flames.
"What?"
Averi didn't answer, gave him a flirtatious look, and walked barefoot into the bedroom.
She took out the long hidden thong from her underwear drawer: burgundy, lace, with a narrow triangular fabric and a thin strap at the back.
Averi sat on the edge of the bed, his two index fingers spread open his underwear, and stood in front of him, saying, "Do you remember it?"
Dallas swallowed his saliva.
Of course I remember, he compensated her for it. The one he had previously tampered with in the office... broke. Because it was too wet, the strap was also loosened by him. After finishing, she took it off and threw it into the trash can.
The underwear in front of him looked very new, and he asked inexplicably, "Haven't you worn it?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Take it a guess."
His gaze was fiery.
Averi's lower abdomen tightened with a dull ache, but she curled her lips into a smile and said softly, "Do you remember what I said that day, in the office? Dallas, I want to see you wear it." She asked, almost teasingly, as if negotiating, "Is that okay?"
Dallas stared at her, his expression dark and difficult to distinguish. He guessed what she wanted from the moment she took out this thing.
"Averi, cut it out."
Averi remained undaunted and spoke in a softer tone, "Look, I haven't even worn it myself, I've been keeping it for you. I'm afraid if I do, you'll find it dirty and refuse to wear it"
"Nonsense! How could I ever dislike—"
Facing those water like smiling eyes, Dallas pursed his lips and withdrew his voice.
She did it intentionally.
Averi stood up, leaned into his arms, and gently bit his chin, whispering, "Okay?"
She had long wanted to do this, but on the night Dallas proposed, she thought she was leaving and actually said she was willing to cooperate with any game to keep her.
With this sentence, she seemed to be able to do whatever she wanted, but in reality, she fell into a passive position. Avery didn't mention playing games for a long time, fearing that Dallas might think she was really willing to propose just to play games.
*
Dallas didn't hesitate, but he didn't refuse either.
Just not saying no says it all.
Averi was so excited that she aimed her lips at his ears and exhaled a hot, humid, and sweet breath, "I love you."
Dallas's breath took a breath, and his muscles suddenly tightened.
How could she?!
How can you use words like that to bait him?
The two faces pressed against each other, and Dallas' dry throat sounds were all transmitted into Averi's ears. She held his earlobe and sucked lightly, stirring her tongue with saliva as she spoke, "Dallas, I love you."
The sound that is soft enough to drip water penetrates the eardrums, bringing an electric tingling sensation.
Dallas shut his eyes for a moment, then suddenly leaned down and bit her collarbone. In the sharp intake of her breath, he pulled away the deep red fabric and strode into the bathroom.
*
He moved too fast, and Averi was stunned for a moment. She heard the sound of the door closing before realizing what Dallas had done.
I'm already dressed, but I still have to hide in the bathroom to change.
Averi raised her eyebrows and feet gently, and sat back by the bed with a coquettish smile.
Her thighs were slick with moisture, sticky to the touch. Averi shifted her legs, immediately feeling the dampness against her skin.
Only he could make her feel this way, as if every part of her was burning with desire.
*
How long does it take to take off and put on pants? Two minutes is enough, but the bathroom door is tightly closed for nearly ten minutes.
Avery didn't rush or ask, just waiting patiently.
Finally, the glass door parted and Dallas walked out.
After three months of training, his muscles were sharper, more defined, the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen matching each breath. All that remained between his hips was a small piece of lace—deep red, contrasting against his powerful physique. It was nothing short of intoxicating. Even the sun-kissed skin seemed to be a mark of pure, raw sensuality.
Averi's eyes widened, a shiver ran through her, her body reacting as heat surged inside her, her breath hitching in response.
Her eyes lingered on his waist, where the fabric was too tight, failing to hide his erect penis. It pushed up his underwear, exposing part of the shaft and the head, even a few hairs from his pubic area.
Her cheeks were flushed, a hint of moisture in her eyes, clearly showing the emotions running through her.
The more brazen her gaze, the harder he got. His cock twitched restlessly, sending a tingling sensation down his groin.
Averi reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against the tip of his penis. She caressed it gently, her touch light and almost reverent, as if savoring the sensation of feeling him react beneath her fingertips.
Dallas furrowed his brow, his jaw clenched tightly, a low, almost pained groan escaping him as he struggled to control himself.
Once the waves of pleasure subsided, he mimicked her movements, gently caressing her cheek. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path, the calluses brushing over her chin, then gliding along her ear and the sensitive pulse at her neck, sending a soft, tingling sensation through her.
"Mmm...", Averi's lashes trembled as she raised her head and moaned.
Look at him for a moment, she raised her bottom, took off her soaking wet underwear and placed it in his hand. With her hair swept back from her face and her head lowered, she gave him a quick peck on the tip of his hot penis.
This time, Dallas let out a muffled groan, clutching the underwear he had been given. He felt the dampness, the veins on the backs of his hands bulging.
He kissed her lightly, his tongue teasing as it brushed against the sensitive spot. Averi shifted, her hand taking over, and she looked up at him, her voice soft but suggestive. "How about something different?"
"What do you mean, 'try something different'?" Dallas inhaled deeply, his throat dry, his voice low and husky with barely contained desire."
Averi swallowed, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue. She looked up at him, a playful spark in her eyes. "You'll have to guess," she murmured, her voice dripping with temptation.
What is that?
Dallas didn't ask any more, pinning her delicate chin and leaning in to devour her lips with his tongue, forcing open her teeth.
"Mmm...", Averi's lips parted wide, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to ravishly kiss her, his tongue invading every inch of her mouth, saliva spilling out of her lips and running down her neck.
The more he stayed silent, the more his restraint seemed to unravel, his desires growing louder in the quiet.
It felt almost like a silent exchange. When he'd had his fill of kissing, Averi rose, pulling a silver silk blindfold from the drawer. She gave it a slow, teasing shake. "How about this?" she asked, her voice dripping with allure.
Her delicate features flushed with desire, a soft, almost sultry hue spreading across her skin. Dallas's gaze was fixed on her, his breath coming in shallow, erratic gasps. Slowly, he lowered his eyes, his lids fluttering shut as he tried to steady himself.
The soft lip touched his back as she kissed him and put an eye mask on him.
She pulled him down onto the bed and handcuffed his hands to the bedposts on either side.
After a soft rustling sound, warmth and weight settled against her lower abdomen, the sensation soft, yet unmistakably wet.
Dallas soon realized that was her spot, and she was sitting on top of him.
Averi didn't rush into it, instead pressing her hands against his chest and using her wet, sticky pussy to rub against his belly.
Her voice was husky, trailing off in a soft, breathy moan. "Ah... ah... It's your fault... mmm... look what you've done to me..."
Dallas froze, then breathed more heavily, with his chest heaving violently, "...Averi."
"I'm here, I'm here," she murmured, her lips brushing his as her scarlet tongue traced the curve of his mouth. She shifted, her lips trailing down to his ear, her breath warm and soft against his skin. "I love you... you know that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion."
Her hips continued to move, the slick warmth spreading over his abdomen, each subtle motion driving him wild.
You're using the same line again to get him to fall for it!
Dallas felt like he should be angry, but he couldn't get angry.
