On the way home, Averi drove while Dallas sat in the passenger seat, his eyes closed.
Dallas wasn't opposed to alcohol, but he wasn't exactly a fan either. He only drank a little at gatherings. He knew his limits, typically sticking to just one bottle of beer, but today was an exception.
Light drizzle fell from the sky, so fine it was almost invisible, but the air felt heavier, thick with a hint of humid, charged intimacy.
The windows were sealed tight, but Dallas could smell the lingering scent of Averi's perfume, her cosmetics, and the faintest trace of her natural scent. His head spun, his eyelids heavy, but his mind was alive with energy. On the road, he held her right hand, one finger at a time, gently stroking them.
Averi took the opportunity to pull her hand back when they turned a corner. Dallas opened his eyes to look at the road—there was a curve ahead, and traffic had picked up, so he didn't say anything. Once the car had leveled out, he reclaimed her hand and resumed stroking it.
It wasn't so much stroking as it was teasing.
Averi was becoming flustered, and when she tried to pull her hand away, she realized she couldn't.
"Dallas." She called his name in a tone that was supposed to sound stern, but Dallas just mumbled something incoherent, his eyes still closed. A few seconds later, he responded, "I'm here."
Averi was at a loss, amused and exasperated—was she calling roll?
Reluctantly, Averi switched to a tone she'd use to coax a child. "I'm driving, it's not safe. Please let go, okay?"
"Mm." He responded obediently, loosening his grip. Averi sighed in relief, thinking she had finally convinced the drunk, but then he did the opposite. He pulled her hand to his lips, first rubbing his nose against her fingers, then gently biting her fingertip.
The alcohol had made him warm all over, and his mouth was hot against her skin. When her fingertip touched his tongue, a chill ran down Averi's spine, her stomach tightening, and between her legs, she felt an unfamiliar warmth, more intense than the misty rain outside.
"Cut it out."
"...Mm." He muttered one word, pretending to comply, but then, sensing her intent to escape, he bit her more forcefully.
It didn't hurt much, but it startled Averi. She let out a frustrated breath, "Dallas, are you a dog or something?"
If it were any other time, Dallas would've let go as soon as he heard that tone. But now, drunk and a little confused, all he could think about was how sweet her voice sounded. He exhaled against her skin, then nipped her again, as if testing her limits. "Not a good sign?"
Averi's throat tightened, and a deep sense of helplessness washed over her. In that moment, Dallas was both infuriating and irresistible.
This was the first time she had seen Dallas drunk, and it was oddly fascinating. As she thought about it, the irritation faded away.
The drive home was far from quiet, and it only escalated once they got inside. As soon as Averi stepped out of the car, Dallas was on her—sliding up behind her, his arms wrapping around her from behind, not letting her go.
Since their wedding, they'd moved into a villa a bit farther from the city center. Once they entered the garage, they were home—no need to worry about cameras or anyone watching.
He lowered his head, his lips grazing her neck, then slowly sucking at her skin. Her soft submission only fueled him, making him press harder, leaving a mark for sure.
Averi felt a mix of pain and pleasure, but with her arm trapped in his grip, she couldn't move. She had to nudge him with her elbow. "Dallas! Not on my neck."
"Why?" he asked, tightening his grip around her waist. He glanced up at the bright red marks on her smooth skin, growing more satisfied the longer he stared. Then, with a loud, deep suck beside the first one, he added, "We're married. What's there to be afraid of?"
His breath reeked of alcohol, but it was laced with something else—desire—as he continued to kiss her ear, her neck, trying to spark something in her.
Averi thought to herself that he was definitely drunk, not even realizing that she was already wet.
She pushed against him but couldn't get him to budge, so she turned her head and said, "Dallas, this is the garage. Whatever you want to do, can we at least go inside first?"
Dallas leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, one hand already working on the buttons of her shirt. His voice was hoarse as he murmured, "... I want to make love to you."
Averi froze for a second, then found herself wanting to laugh. It was clear now that communication with him wasn't exactly possible. She relaxed, her body softening in his arms, and reached up to kiss him back, her tongue meeting his. "Okay, let's go home first, alright?"
This time, Dallas wasn't confused. He scooped her up in his arms and headed inside.
Averi couldn't help but wonder if he was faking it—how was it that he understood that part?
Their master bedroom was upstairs. Dallas, with little patience left, pushed the door open, took her to the side table, and kissed her deeply. His right hand slid up her thigh, gently but firmly lifting her leg.
Averi hooked onto Dallas' neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Dallas held her tongue and sucked, swallowing impatiently.
"Um..."
Intermittent muffled moans overflowed from her moist red lips, and Dallas heard her waist and eyes tingle. He bit her lip and carried her to the sofa, taking off her clothes while kissing the exposed skin.
Averi felt itchy and numb, couldn't help but laugh, twisted a few times without avoiding, and pressed her foot against Dallas' shoulder, saying, "It's so itchy."
Dallas lifted his head and looked at her for a moment, then suddenly stood up, turned on the nearby desk lamp, grabbed her ankle and placed it on his shoulder, lifting her legs high and posing wildly.
He looked at her so recklessly, kissing her ankles, calves, and never taking his eyes off for a moment.
The itching spread from the skin to the chest, and Averi's eyes were filled with desire to drown, licking his lips and looking at him.
Dallas' pupils contracted, his Adam's apple slid a few times, and he kissed her even more recklessly. He simply broke open her thigh and kissed her vagina directly. He tasted her as if tasting delicious food, his tongue grinding over the bright red tender flesh and sucking his clitoris into his mouth.
"Mmm... "Averi looked up, feeling weak all over and tingling like an electric shock spreading throughout her body.
Taking advantage of the lubrication, Dallas inserted two fingers, and the tight flesh immediately wrapped around and sucked him in.
Averi was made to bow up by this sudden intrusion, and the waves shouted loudly. Dallas observed her expression, a hidden fire burning in her chest. He wanted to go crazy and was inexplicably dissatisfied. He pulled her collar open with one hand and grabbed one side of her nipple to rub.
He felt her sticky sweat, and his skin seemed to suck into his palm. Dallas suddenly pulled out his finger and, while the opening was still open, grabbed the glans and pushed it inside.
Avery, I want to make it heavier today, "he gritted his teeth as if asking for her permission, pressing his thumb on the swollen clitoris and vibrating it.
"Mmm... "Averi closed her eyes and felt Dallas' penis slowly enter her body, invading with restraint. Her flesh spasmed and wriggled, sucking her large glans deeper.
Dallas was drunk, it turned out to be like this.
She propped up her body and reached out to support his scrotum, rubbing it. "Ah, ah... Dallas, what's wrong with you? You got drunk and went crazy on your own wife."
The words' wife 'stimulated Dallas' nerves, and he grabbed her waist, completely letting go and started to fuck her.
Intense pleasure surged in, and Avery moaned loudly, her body convulsing and trembling: "Ah, ah... slow down... too fast."
The more she said that, the more Dallas fucked. The intense pleasure was beyond Averi's control, and a stream of heat sprayed out from her lower body, drenching Dallas' hips. With this watery feeling, he actually wanted to insert his fingers into the gap, digging his nails to the extreme, but tried several times without success.
"Dallas! "Averi moaned as if she was about to breathe, pulled down his head, and gently bit his Adam's apple.
Dallas bit her so hard that she raised her chin and gasped for breath, temporarily forgetting her crazy intentions. She focused on lifting her waist, comparing weights one by one, and threw sweat droplets flying on her forehead.
Under this attack, Averi quickly climaxed again. Dallas picked her up and sat on top of him, swallowing even the thickest part of his penis into her body. As the fluid dripped into her, she spat it out while sucking on his scrotum. Their genitals seemed to blend seamlessly together.
There was no empty space in the hole, and semen sprayed out directly from the junction.
After an unknown amount of time, Avery finally regained consciousness and lay weakly on his shoulder panting, saying, "Dallas, you... should drink less in the future."
Dallas held back his hot breath, kissed her swollen lips, and said, "It's not a drunken frenzy."
"You still won't admit it?"
"Avery, I'm really happy, "the hand awkwardly grabbed the nipple.
"Ah... what are you happy about?"
Dallas lifted her head, licked her earlobe, and let out a deep breath, saying, "You said before that we didn't have to integrate into each other's lives, but you're here."
He didn't know what was wrong with her, but she deliberately called him husband at the dining table. This was their first time publicly showing off their affection.
Pleasure began to haunt him again, and Averi grabbed the last bit of rationality, lifted his face, and said, "Don't overthink it. I don't want to show up because I know what some people will say."
As soon as she shows up, people will say he's a kept man.
Dallas always thought she was unwilling to disclose it to protect her privacy, but she didn't expect it to be because of this. He unconsciously smiled and rubbed her lips, saying, "I wasn't overthinking it, Averi. I'm a total beast."
Averi suddenly smiled, closed her eyes, tightened her buttocks and pinched Dallas. While Dallas was groaning, she pressed her red lips against his earlobe and blew, "Hmm, I was wrong. You're a beast in bed... ah..."
Dallas' temples throbbed like needles, lifting up her semen covered buttocks and starting to straighten her waist again.
