Internally, Corey was very pleased when the sensually reclined Avery called him fit, after all he worked quite hard to be so, but externally he simply marvelled at the sight of her sprawled there on his bed, looking like a dream he didn’t know he was going to have.  A wet dream at that.  Looking, as good as it was, was not enough for Corey at this point, not when there was so much more on offer, which was why he immediately found his lips pressing again and again along Avery’s smooth, warm skin.  Working his way lower and lower, Corey felt his own heat rising every inch he got closer to his destination.<br/><br/>As his lips passed the smooth plane of Avery’s flat stomach, Corey did grin this time as he felt her hips wiggling beneath him, either in anticipation for what he clearly planned, or in eagerness to remove one of her few remaining pieces of clothing he could not be sure, but in truth it really didn’t matter.  Unless Avery went out of her way to stop him, and from the soft sounds she made he doubted that was going to be the case, he was going to see his plan through.  Hooking his thumbs between her hips and panties, Corey made quick work of whisking them down Avery’s mile long legs, tossing the tiny garment off into the darkness to land somewhere in his room.<br/><br/>At the revelation of her ready sex, Corey wasted no time at all, figured the time to be coy had been left in the past with most of their clothing.   Scooting downward so that he hung half on the bed and half off, Corey leaned right in, his eager lips and tongue tasting Avery slowly at first, savoring the feel of her on his tongue.  Before long that was not enough though and Corey pressed more fervently, his firm and rolling tongue parting her netherlips, his hands massaging her thighs as a low groan of pleasure vibrated from his teasing lips directly into Avery’s core.