Avery the Immortal: Part Nine (complete)

Something has been bothering me lately. The years between losing Avery and finding him again used to be a fond, well-loved memory. Now that we are reunited, I have been going over the memory in my head dozens of times, and come to realize that perhaps I can do better.

When Avery and I first made love, it was not the romance one would usually dream of. It was kind of awkward and sudden, but I suppose no first time is really any good. I sometimes think Avery only permitted it to make me happy, and now he has a mind of his own and good sense enough to speak it. 

I thought it would be a good idea to surprise Avery for a long romantic weekend away. I talked the idea over with Mama, and she knew of a good place to take Avery that wouldn’t cost us a dime. She has some friends who allow her to use their vacation home from time to time, in return for keeping an eye on things when they aren’t around. 

“I think it’s sweet you want to do something like this for Avery,” Mama says as she passes off the keys. “But do you think such a thing really bothers him? I mean, it doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that would. I doubt he’s even thought about it since then.”

I let out a heavy sigh and drop my shoulders, fidgeting with the keys. “I know it probably doesn’t register to him as something bothersome. It probably didn’t mean anything to him at all at the time. I know that. But it matters to me, and it matters that Avery should be left with some good memories. Back then everything was so rushed, so urgent. Now I feel like we have time, it doesn’t have to be a mad dash to the finish line.” I finally set the keys down and comb my fingers through my hair as I glance out the window.

“No need to explain things to me,” Mama chuckles. “I just know how Avery is, so don’t get your hopes up.”

A smile breaks through, and I laugh. “I’m not wanting to do this for me.” I shake my head as I look down at my hands. “This is all for Avery. Everything I do this weekend will be for him and dictated by him.”

Mama cocks a brow.

“I know he’s not good at that!” We share a long laugh, and I beam happily. “But I want him to try and at least ask for things he wants, not just do what he thinks will make me happy or others happy. I want to pamper him, feed him grapes or whatever the heck he wants. Try to coax him into being a little selfish for once.”

“Let me know how that goes. I’ve been trying to get that child to tell me what he wants for Christmas for years, and all I get is ‘I don’t care. Whatever you think is best.’” She rolls her eyes. “But he’ll bust his ass trying to help me without a thought.”

“Not saying it’ll be easy,” I grin. “But I’m going to at least try.”

That afternoon I find Avery on the bed in our room, playing video games. He looks up briefly for a moment, then back at the screen. 

“I’m almost done, don’t worry,” he murmurs.

“No, keep playing. I just want to talk.” I sit down beside him on the bed and I run my hand over his exposed leg. “I hope you’re not busy this weekend.”

Avery’s brow pinches.

I place his legs in my lap and lean back against the wall. “I have a surprise for you.”

He briefly looks away from the game to make eye contact. “A surprise? What for?”

I massage his legs. “Well, I don’t remember exactly. Days really run together the further I look back... but I would like to celebrate our anniversary.”

“What for?”

I chuckle. “Because people say it should be special.” I glance back at him. His eyes are fixed on the screen again. “And because I love you and want to thank you.”

Avery sets his game aside and grunts as he sits up. “Thank me? What for?”

I sigh and give him an exasperated look. “For the reason I just said.”

“I mean, if you want to.”

I sigh and shake my head, scooting closer to his side. “This isn’t going to be about me, Avery. I want to do this for you.”

He shrugs. “You don’t have to.”

I place a soft kiss on his lips, and he slowly leans into it. As we part I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. “I actually feel like I do. I want to do something for you, something special and a little fun.”

Avery thinks for a moment. “We could go to the bowling alley. I’m not that good, but...” 

I pinch his cheek. “I have something even better planned than that bowling alley. What I want you to do is think of things you want. Things you wouldn’t usually ask for or expect.”

Avery shrugs and tilts his head. “Well, I certainly didn’t expect this.” He lets a small smile show. “Whatever you have planned, I’m sure it will be more than enough.”

I scowl and grab him up, pulling him close so I can kiss him. “I want none of that talk. I want you to be a little selfish this weekend, all right?”

For a second, the look in Avery’s eyes makes me think he’s starting to get it. “But what about your hip?”

I give up and lay my head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.” I lay my fingers on the back of his neck. “Just don’t make any plans for this weekend.”

“I won’t,” he sighs. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever made a plan for a weekend before.”

I laugh and kiss his cheek. “Well, now you are.”

I stock up the kitchen before we leave, making sure we have some of Avery’s favorite foods and snacks on hand. I put a nice bottle of wine in the fridge, thinking it would be romantic to have a glass or two with dinner one night. I also get some extra candles, thinking the mood lighting would be nice.

I want everything to be perfect and comfortable for Avery. I want it to be a safe space where he can ask for and receive anything he wants. Creature comforts - as well as my body - will be at his disposal. 

When I take him to the house, he seems a little confused. I guess he had been picturing something else. I unloaded our bags from the car and lead him inside. “We have the whole place to ourselves until Monday.” I close the door behind us as Avery looks around the foyer. 

Avery pokes the coat rack, making it wobble. Then he walks further inside and curiously stares up at the chandelier. “Won’t it be boring?”

“I’m hoping it won’t be. This is supposed to be fun and romantic, Avery.” I take his hand and turn him towards me. “I want to make it up to you.”

Avery looks down at our hands and laces his fingers with mine. “It was my fault we were separated, Bill,” he murmurs apologetically. 

“Not that.” I bring him in close and place my hand around his waist. “Our first time together was not what it should have been.”

“Oh, that?” He seems surprised.

“Yes that,” I grumble. “I want to make it up to you and give a good, pleasureable first time.”

Avery frowns. “I mean, it didn’t really matter to me. I didn’t see it as anything special. It was a first time, perhaps,” he says with a shrug. “But there are first times for everything we don’t treat as special. First ice cream, first perfect score, first lamppost you run into…”

I laugh and shake my head. “Well, for me, that was an important moment.” I bring his hands up and kiss his knuckles. “It was awkward and rough. I know you may not have cared back then, but nowadays it’s different. You’re different.” I look into his eyes and he looks away shyly. “I want to give you an experience you’ll remember and look back on fondly. Something tender and slow.”

“Like a roasted chicken?” Avery frowns.

I roll my eyes and steal a quick kiss. “Not like a chicken!” I shake my head as I pick up our bags. “Go ahead and look around the place. I’ll put our bags in the bedroom. I have a couple of options for dinner, so we can talk about that.”

Avery watches me as I go down the hall. “We’re not going to get tender and slow right now?”

“Now you’re doing it on purpose!” I exclaim. 

Once I set our things down in the bedroom, I double-check to make sure I have all the supplies for the night, as well as the gift I got Avery. I tuck them away into the side table, then go to join Avery in the kitchen. He’s looking through the fridge and taking out the bottle of wine. “That’s for tonight,” I chuckle.

Avery arches his brow, then looks back at the bottle. “I would rather you just fucked me.”

I snatch the bottle away and place it back in the fridge. “It’s for drinking. Seriously, are you trying to poke fun at me?”

“A little. But I don’t drink wine.”

He tilts his chin up and meets me for a kiss. He slips his hands around my waist and slips his fingers under my shirt. I sigh softly as he touches me. His smooth fingers graze over my sides, then my back, his hands stroking up along my spine and down again. I pull away. “Not now,” I moan, hating myself just a little.

Avery sighs. “Okay, why?”

“I want it to be special tonight.” I take his hands in mine and kiss his knuckles. “Have a nice dinner, some wine, recline under the candlelight.” I press my lips to his temple. “And then we can go slow, take our time, go all night if we must.”

Avery presses his forehead against my chest. “Sounds tedious.”

I snort and lift his chin up. “It’ll be all about you, so don’t worry. I won’t allow you to get bored at all. There’s a huge clawfoot bathtub in the master bedroom. I know how much you like your baths, so why don’t you start a nice, hot bath while I get a few things ready for dinner?”

Avery’s fingers trail down my chest, twisting my buttons around before he looks into my eyes. “Will you come join me?”

I grin. This was exactly what I was hoping for. “Of course.”

As Avery gets the bath ready, I set out the meat and a few other things for dinner, making sure I have everything ready. Once that’s done, I go to find Avery in the bathroom, already lounging in the big tub.

As I walk in, he sits up, and I am immediately reminded of a mermaid. I bite back the urgency rising in me, and remind myself that I do not have to rush anything. This weekend is all about taking our time and enjoying every moment, especially for Avery.

I strip down while Avery watches. His unflinching eyes do nothing to help calm me down. If anything his gaze only excites me more. As I sink into the water, Avery turns around to face me. He kisses me, pressing his lips down my neck and to my chest.

“Avery,” I moan. “What are you doing?”

His pink tongue darts across my skin, making me melt like ice cream. “Isn’t this what you want?”

“I told you,” I sigh, “this isn’t about me.” I pull him down, making him sit in my lap. “This weekend is my attempt to make things up to you.”

“I don’t know why. TTo me there is nothing you have to make up for.” He leans back against my chest. “You’re just being silly.”

I wrap my arms around him, stroking my hands down his chest and over his thighs. I grope him there, kneading my fingers hard into his flesh. Avery’s lashes flutter and a small whimper escapes his lips. 

“Maybe it’s silly to you,” I whisper into his ear, barely allowing my lips to touch his skin. “But to me it is a very serious matter.” Under the water I grab hold of him, finding him half-hard already. I stroke his shaft, rubbing his glans in the center of my palm. “Everything about you is serious to me, even when you won’t let it be.”

Avery bites his lip and closes his eyes as he lays his cheek against my shoulder. “Bill,” he breathes.

“You like this?” I purr. “It’ll be better tonight when I can bathe you in kisses instead of water.” I pump my fist up and down his hardening shaft. “I’ll be able to cover you, and pour my love inside you slowly.”

Avery bucks his hips and gasps.

“I’m going to take my time enjoying you,” I pant. “I’m not going to let you rest until you get everything you want.”

“Bill,” he pants. 

I bite his neck, squeezing my fingers around the bottom of his shaft. I can feel him trembling in my hand, his pulse beating hard under his flesh. I kiss the nape of his neck, burying my nose in his hair. I moan against him, breathing deep as his soft breaths become shallow.

“What’s the matter?” I slowly stroke him. “Is there something you want?”

Avery gulps down a breath. “Don’t stop.”

I chuckle, kissing his shoulder. “My poor Avery.” I tap the side of the tub. “Sit here. Let me finish you properly.”

Avery moves fast, plopping his perfect ass on the edge of the tub. He holds his cock out for me as I run my lips up his thighs. I want to throw him down on the cold floor and take him then and there, but I chastise myself. I can’t be greedy this weekend, and I can’t rush like we always do. This is not a desperate situation. We have plenty of time. I’m the one who needs to be reminded of that.

I raise to Avery’s face as I take him in my mouth. Slowly, softly, I take him deeper, letting him into my throat. Avery’s low moans become more pronounced, more needy. I know he’s not used to me taking my time.His fingers tangle in my hair, pushing my head down and tugging it back up. I choke briefly, gasping for breath before taking him in again, happily. I kiss down his shaft, licking his balls before I wrap my lips around him.

“Bill,” he whines again.

I chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of time to make dinner. Just enjoy yourself.”

He pulls my hair and huffs. “You’re not usually like this.”

I lick up his shaft and swirl my tongue around his glans. “That’s the whole point of this weekend,” I breathe. “I’m taking my time as planned.”

He bites his bottom lip, watching me as I take his cock back into my mouth. His eyes shut tightly and he purses his hips. Laying my palms against his thighs, he goes still and quiet.

He throbs against my tongue and I can feel he’s close to orgasm. I stroke my tongue up his shaft, then suckle on his glans like a lollipop. Both of Avery’s hands grab the back of my head and he cries out, whimpering as each spurt of his semen coats my tongue. I taste him, letting him settle on my tongue and linger in my mouth. As I swallow him, I raise my eyes to him and kiss his thighs.

“You’re hard,” he sighs. I catch his hand and stop him from touching me as I rise up.

“How could I not be?” I purr. “But I’m saving everything for tonight.”

Avery’s eyes linger on my shaft before he looks at me again. “You sure? Because I can handle it now.”

I chuckle and kiss him. “Be patient. Just consider this little interlude an appetizer for what I’m going to give you tonight.”

I go to the sink and splash cold water on my face, hoping to snap myself out of it. Then I take deep breaths, trying not to look at Avery’s naked body in the mirror. It’s going to be tough getting through dinner. 

“Now what?” Avery presses a towel to my back.

I turn around and take his offering. “Now you can go relax with your game. There’s an old record player in the living room. I’ll put on some music while I cook.”

Avery seems to want to argue, but he clearly likes the idea. “Okay, fine. But you’re still hard.”

I sigh. “I know, I know. I’m trying to keep my word.”

“Where’d you put my game?”

I can’t help but laugh as I kiss the top of his head. “It’s on the bed. I put new batteries in it for you, as well.”

“Thanks,” Avery walks naked out of the bathroom. 

I splash myself a few more times with big handfuls of ice-cold water. I even drop one down on my crotch before I dry off. Once I am dressed and headed to the kitchen, I find Avery on the sofa playing his handheld game, as tranquil and at peace with the world as possible.

“Having fun?” I approach the record player and turn it on. It comes to life with beautiful, warm crackles and pops. As I study the albums I hear Avery rise from the sofa.

“Tough level,” he grumbles.

“I’ll put on something easy, then.” I select an album of big-band music, something I once heard playing from the homes of families I passed by. I can remember looking through windows as husbands danced with their wives, and kids played outside on the lawn. I had been traveling for so long that the idea of a house, a family, even simply dancing with my partner, seemed as impossible as reaching the moon. But the moon landing happened, and then I had nothing to compare to how endless life seemed.

The album starts with a hiss, and then the music opens with the blare of excited trumpets and the bounding beat of drums. I listen for a moment, enjoying this minor luxury before heading into the kitchen.

As I prepare utensils and ingredients and make a list of what I need to do, Avery strolls into the kitchen like a bored cat looking for sunlight. He sits down in front of the french doors leading out to the lanai, playing his game in the warmth of the sunlight.

I find a drawer full of knives and select one to start slicing the vegetables. “You didn’t have to follow me in here.” I pause for a moment as I try to decide how to cut the mushrooms. “You could have stayed on the sofa.”

“I was lonely.” He says this so simply, but it makes every hair on my body stand on end before melting in tenderness. “I figured you’d like it, too.”

I want to say ‘screw dinner’ and run to him in that warm, sunny spot in front of the doors, but I hold back. “That’s very sweet.” I slice the mushrooms. They’ll look prettier in the dish.

“Mm,” he grunts as a simple reply, not knowing exactly what he’s done to me.

I know Avery isn’t the biggest fan of meat, so I have tried to keep to his tastes. The pasta should be good - in fact, I know it is - but I have put myself under so much pressure to make this evening nice, I’m second-guessing myself.

As I’m stirring the sauce and double-checking it for the fifth time, Avery sidles up beside me and looks over the range, then back to me. “Mind if I try?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Oh, uh...” I smile at him nervously. “Sure.” I lift up the spoon and blow on it. As I do, Avery steals a kiss from me.

“You look pissed,” he murmurs. “It’s just food. Nothing to work yourself up over.” He dips his finger into the spoon and samples the sauce, sucking it from his fingertip. “It’s good. What do you think is wrong?”

“Nothing,” I drop my shoulders. “I just want tonight to be special.”

“Isn’t it already?” Avery goes back to his game. He’s sitting at the table now that the sun has begun to set.

I feel silly. Of course it’s special. It would be special even if we were just having corn dogs and popcorn. With this in mind, I feel lighter about the evening. I finish preparing the food, make our plates and bring them to the table. As he takes his fork, he watches me uncork the bottle of wine. “Your arm looked good doing that,” he remarks before taking his first bite.

I chuckle and pour him a glass. “Did it? Maybe I should open wine bottles more often.” I pour my own glass, then sit down at the table. I raise my glass asAvery hurriedly finishes his bite.

“What are you doing?” Avery wipes his mouth.

“I wanted to make a toast,” I chuckle. “Is that all right?”

Avery looks at his glass, then back at me. “You make toast with bread.”

“No,” I shake my head as I try not to laugh. “A toast, you know? Like a salute?” I raise my glass again. “I want to tell you how much you mean to me, and how important this time we’ve gotten back is.” I look into his eyes and my heart quakes. “I thought I’d lost you, more than once. I thought the world was too big, too awful, too frightening.” My eyes burn with the onset of fresh tears. “I was afraid you had become lost to it. But I prayed…” my voice quivers and my hand shakes. “I prayed you’d be safe and that somehow you’d find peace. Even if I never saw you again, I wanted that more than anything in the world. I feel incredibly lucky that I somehow got both.”

As I lower my wine glass, I see that Avery’s eyes have grown wide. His bottom lip faintly trembles.

“I love you, Avery.” I lift my glass again. “To you.”

He hurriedly takes up his glass and raises it. “To us,” he whispers.

We both take a sip. While I enjoy the wine, I see Avery struggles with it. He makes a face, then hurriedly takes another forkful of food to get rid of the flavor. “It’s rotten!” He grimaces at me. “It tastes old!”

I look at my glass, then pick up the bottle. “Wine gets better when it’s older,” I try to tell him. “It’s how wine is supposed to taste.”

He pushes his glass away and shakes his head. “You can do with it as you please, but I don’t get it.”

I sigh and get up from the table. “I had a feeling this would happen.” I open the fridge, pull out a box and remove a small silver pouch. “So I was prepared.”

Avery accepts the Capri Sun and nods in approval. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” I kiss his forehead as he spears the pouch with its slim, yellow straw. “Well,” I sit back down with a grunt. “To us again?”

He lifts his pouch and taps it to my glass. “To us. You know…” His pink tongue darts out over his lips as he collects his thoughts. “I don’t know why you asked me to be selfish before. When I’m with you, especially when we’re alone, I always feel like it’s selfish. I feel greedy when I’m with you.”

I furrow my brow as he speaks. “Why do you say that?”

“Well,” he sighs, “having you to myself feels like the most selfish thing I can do. There are so many people in the world, so many souls, and yet,I get to have you to myself when really you could be with anybody.” His eyes dart back and forth before he lowers his head. “There are better people than I am that deserve you more than I do. People who could love you better.”

My heart breaks at this confession. 

“I never ask for anything with you, because I feel it is asking too much.” He looks up at me and shrugs. “Or... well, it’s pushing it.”

I stand up from the table and offer my hand to him. “I can’t wait any longer,” I whisper urgently. “If we don’t go to the bedroom this instant, I’m not sure what I’ll do.”

Avery takes my hand and follows me to the bedroom. He sits there, waiting as I light the candles and turn the lights off. Looking at him, I want to put all my weight on top of him, but I hesitate. I kiss him as I kneel before him, slowly moving my hands under his clothes. I brush my fingers along his ribs, then gently dance over his nipples. As he opens his mouth a little wider I slide my tongue against his lips.

“I thought you’d be eager,” Avery frets. “Why so slow? Did that wine make you sick?”

I chuckle and kiss his belly. “No.” I push his shirt up to have more access to his body. “I told you, I’m taking my time with you tonight."

Avery grunts in protest. “If we have so much time then we can do it more than once.”

“That’s not the point.” I take off his shirt, then lay him down on the bed. “Tonight, think of the bed as an altar, and I am going to worship you at it all night.” I raise his hips, tugging off his pants and underwear. He’s naked and exposed, perfect and beautiful no matter what angle I view him from.

With a small sniff, Avery relaxes into the bed. “Fine, if that’s what you want.”

“No. Tonight is about what you want.” I lick down his chest, then stroke his hips, kneading my fingers into his flesh. “Tell me what you want.”

“Well,” he breathes. “What you’re doing now feels nice.”

“How about a massage, then? I even brought some nice massage oil just in case.” I stand up, stripping off my shirt. “Roll over.”

Avery flops onto his belly, grabbing a pillow and settling his face into it. I search through the bedside drawer and bring out the items I stored there, all except the special gift. I take out the oil, the lube, and a few other fun things I thought we could play with. “Move your hair so I don’t get any oil in it,” I tell him.

Avery gathers his hair up and tucks it aside, exposing his back and neck to me. I rub the oil between my hands to get it warm, then sit down and start rubbing his shoulders. I presses kisses here and there, peppering them all over his back and shoulders. The oil mingling with the candlelight makes his skin glow. As I knead his lower back, I finally hear Avery moan. It’s soft at first, but it soon grows into a sigh. 

“How does that feel?” I ask.

“It’s okay,” he grunts.

I go lower, massaging his ass so the oil makes his cheeks glisten. Avery ducks his face further into the pillow, but I can still hear his muffled sighs. I dig my fingers into his ass, being a bit greedy. I dip down, biting him and making his whole body tense up. I bite again. and his hips slowly rise into the air.

“This is a massage,” I tease. “I don’t do happy endings here.”

Avery scoffs as he lifts his head from the pillow. “Then why are you biting me?”

I grin, working my fingers into his hips and thighs. “I did no such thing.”

“Liar.” I can hear the bemusement in his tone as he relaxes again. “Do it again.” His voice is quiet.

“Hmm?” I lick my lips.

“Bite me again.” He still keeps his voice soft. “Do it.”

I dip down, biting his ass as I dig my fingers into him. Then I take another bite as his voice rises into a cry. I slip my fingers between the cheeks, finding his anus and rubbing my fingers there. He grunts, burying his face in the pillow again.

“I’m taking my time,” I say out loud. I’m trying to remind myself as well as Avery that tonight is not a quick stop at a cheap buffet, but a fancy meal with several drawn-out courses. “I’m in no hurry.” I press my tongue to his pucker.

The moan he releases into the pillow makes the hair on the nape of my neck stand on end. I feel a primal urge come over me and I have to choke it back. I push my tongue inside him, feeling him clamp around me. I rake my fingers up his back and moan against him. I swirl my tongue inside and he opens a little more. Avery thrusts his ass towards me, wanting more, wanting me.

I spread his cheeks and look down watching the ring of muscle contract for a moment before I go back in. I drag my tongue down to his sack, kissing his testicles and then his thighs. He rises to his knees, presenting himself, hoping I’ll give in to the animal and take him as my prey.

I take off my pants then, letting myself be as naked as Avery. My cock has been rubbing hard at my pants and becoming horribly uncomfortable. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, then roll Avery over onto his back. His face is flushed, and his mouth is pressed into a frustrated line.

I drag my tongue across my lips as I look at him. His whole body seems poised to kill and I am defenseless against him. I lower myself, pinning him to the bed as I bathe him in kisses. He whimpers, but melts all the same. His fingers tangle in my hair as I lick up his shaft. He feels harder and more desperate than in the bath. I have no choice but to take care of it. 

Then Avery sits up, angrily pushing his hair from his face he glares at me. “I want something.” He kisses my neck and chest, making me lose my breath. I lean back, watching him go lower. He sticks his tongue out, letting the tip of my cock rest against it. It feels so soft and warm, more welcoming than I expected. He licks down me, his eyes focused up on me. He wraps his lips around my base, then moves them upwards, then back down.

“Shit,” I growl. “You feel good.”

Avery lifts his head silently and takes my cock into his mouth. I grab his hair, holding it in my fist, away from his face and mouth. He doesn’t take me very deep, but what he can’t take he pumps with his fist. 

He moans against me, letting me go for only a moment. “I’m not good at this,” he pants.

“Untrue.” I kiss him, laying him back down onto the bed. “You’re trying to get me excited, aren't you?”

“What else am I supposed to do?” He drags his nails down my chest.

“Hold that thought.” I the lube and spill it over my fingers, rubbing it between Avery’s buttocks until my fingers slip inside him. His eyes glaze over as I get him good and ready.

“I have this to keep you busy.” I show him the butt plug I took from the drawer. “Sound fun?”

Avery nods. “If you must.” He lets out a breath and moans as I press the cold metal plug into place. “I like you better.”

I kiss him and bite his lip. “I have an idea. I want you tonight.” I move back until I’m straddling his hips. I take both our cocks into my hand and slowly rub them together. “I’ll ride you.”

Avery’s eyes dart lasciviously over me. “Is that… is that okay?”

“Is it?” I whisper. “This is all up to you.”

Avery bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes, then nods without saying a word. I take the lube again, pouring it over his cock. He shudders and bucks his hips. I move my fingers back, toying with myself until I’m ready. 

“You sure?” Avery moans. “You never...”

“Hush.” I lift up and guide him into place. “Be selfish. Be greedy.” I ease myself down, taking him inside me. I close my eyes and take slow breaths. It feels so good and after touching, kissing, and denying him for so long, I can barely breathe.

“Fuck…” Avery’s voice is strained. 

“Look at me,” I pant. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Avery’s eyes open slowly, and my heart races faster. I take hold of his hands and lace my fingers with his. I start to move, taking him slow at first. The more he watches me, the longer our eyes stay locked, the more my control falters. I go faster, harder, taking as much of him as I possibly can.

“Bill…” he chokes. “I can’t…”

“Then don’t,” I wheeze. “Come for me. Let me see it.”

Avery tries to keep his eyes open, but it’s a struggle. His long lashes flutter before they close, and his head jerks back while his fingers squeeze tight around my hips. He jerks, gasping for breath, and soon he releases inside me. 

I don’t last much longer and my semen spills on his chest and stomach. With his last bit of strength, he drags his fingers through the mess and tastes the tips of his fingers. He moans softly, melting back into the bed.

I lay down beside him and he instantly clings to me, resting his head on my chest. Then I realize he’s crying.

“Hey. What’s the matter?” I stroke my palm down his back. “Did I hurt you?”

He shakes his head. “Sorry. I just got overwhelmed, that’s all.” He hiccups, then swallows. “I’m fine really.”

I kiss the top of his head and chuckle. “I love you.”

“I know,” he hiccups again. “I love you too.”

I wipe the tears from his eyes and kiss him, running my hands down his body. “You beautiful thing. Oh, before I forget…” I sit up and spread his legs. “Relax for me.” As I take the butt plug out, his cock throbs and spurts again. I lick up the mess and lay the toy aside. 

“Have fun?” I purr.

Avery lays against me, clinging to my side. “Yeah.”

I reach into the side table again, taking out my gift. “Well, happy anniversary, my love. I hope this makes up for the unimpressive first.” I open the box and show him the small opal ring inside. “I saw it, and the color made me think of you.” 

Avery takes the box and holds it to his chest. “It’s beautiful. Can I put it on?”

I smile, sitting up and taking the ring from the box. I slip the ring onto his finger, and he kisses me lovingly. Then pushes me down onto the bed, and doesn’t let me go anywhere for the rest of the night. Finally, I get to see a selfish Avery, and it becomes one of my most treasured memories.