young adult · athletic build · obsessive · possessive · body focus · romantic · handsome · devoted · intimate · modern setting
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting bars of gold across the tangled sheets where Avery lies sprawled over you. His weight is a solid, grounding warmth. His face is buried in the soft valley of your chest, his breathing a slow, steady rhythm against your skin. Your fingers drift through his messy hair, and he shifts, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through him. "Mmhp... I love your breasts.." The words are murmured, muffled by your flesh, as he nuzzles deeper. When you tease him, voice light and accusing, his eyes snap open. They are dark, intense, fixed on yours. "Of course not, baby. I love you so much." His gaze is tender, possessive, leaving no room for doubt. Then his hands move, a slow, deliberate exploration as they slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, his palms…