Chapter 9 Everett
Everett
I pull back from the kiss and lay my forehead against hers. The moon’s up, full and white as a watchful eye, pouring itself through the slats in the shades and painting the floorboards with light.
Ariel braces her hand against my chest as if she’s steadying herself on the edge of a cliff.
Her hair is a tangle of riverine copper, spilling over her shoulders and down her back in loose curls.
I see the way the moonlight traces her gorgeous curves.
She has an ethereal glow in this light. More than human.
An optical illusion, probably, but it does things to my chest that have nothing to do with science.
My cock hardens painfully, reminding me how much I want her.
She shifts, and her knee grazes mine as she snuggles closer. She glances up through her lashes with a question in them. “Why are you stopping?” Her voice is like the hush between rainstorms.
“To make sure you want this.” Ariel needs to know there’s no turning back once she becomes mine.
She grins, but there’s an edge to it, like the first time you take a hand off the rail at the deep end. “More than anything in this world. I’ve never—” She bites her lip. “Never done this before. None of it.”
My body reacts—hardens, pulses, wants—but my brain throws a flag on the play: slow down. Too bad my cock declines the penalty. “I want you more than I want my next breath.” I run my finger along the edge of her collarbone, watching as the vein pounding at the base of her throat jumps.
She shakes her head. “I want you too.” Her hand finds mine, tentative, then firmer. “I’m just… not sure how to start.”
I take the cue and shift closer. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you, my little water nymph.”
Ariel slips her arms around my neck. I feel her trembling, not with fear but anticipation.
I steady her by wrapping both arms around her waist. Her skin is cool and impossibly soft, almost slick, as if she’s just stepped out of the lake.
Her shampoo teases my nostrils, along with the faint, mineral tang of something clean and deep.
Her lips crash into mine, hungry and fucking desperate.
She tastes like salt-slick skin after a long day under the sun, and there’s a bite to her, a sharpness that makes my cock twitch like a goddamn divining rod pointing straight to sin.
She’s tentative at first. But she’s a fast learner.
I let her take the lead for a minute because watching her discover what she wants is my new favorite hobby.
Her lips part, shy but hungry, and she kisses me like she’s searching for answers in my mouth.
I open for her, teasing her with my tongue, and when she moans, holy shit, my cock throbs so hard I’m scared it’s going to rip through my jeans.
I feel the steady pulse of her need as she melts into me, soft as a dream. Every time I touch her, she shivers and leans in harder, like she’s trying to crawl under my skin. Well, she can. I’ll let her. I want every goddamn inch of her against me.
Cupping her jaw, I drag my thumb along her cheekbone, and fuck, her skin is electric under my hand. “You want more, little one?” My voice comes out rougher than I meant, all gravel and need.
Her eyes flutter. She nods, but I want her to say it.
“Tell me.”
“I want more, Everett. I want you,” she whispers.
The words hit me like a sucker punch to the solar plexus. My cock is so hard now that it hurts. Doesn’t matter. She gets everything she wants.
Dropping my mouth to hers, I take control, tongue deepening the kiss until we’re both panting. Her hands tangle in my hair, yanking me closer, and I groan when she grinds against my thigh. It’s sexier than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I ease her onto her back, careful but hungry, spreading her gorgeous hair across the pillows. Her breath hitches when my fingers brush her thigh in a whisper of contact, and she trembles like a leaf in a storm. Virgin. The word pulses through me, hot and possessive.
“I’m the only man who’ll ever touch you like this.” My voice is rough, already wrecked just thinking about ruining her.
I don’t wait for a response. My palm drags up her inner thigh, slow and filthy, nails scraping just hard enough to make her gasp. Her legs twitch and try to close, but I wedge my knee between them, keeping them open.
Her skin is burning. Her pulse flutters under my fingertips as I inch higher, teasing the damp heat at the apex of her thighs. The fabric there is already soaked. Goddamm, she’s dripping for me, and she doesn’t even know what she wants yet. I graze her little button, and she jumps like a live wire.
“Oh, my stars, what was that?” She pulls back and stares at me with shock and awe shining in her blue eyes.
I breathe the words against her throat, feeling her pulse flutter wildly beneath my lips. “Your little clitoris knows its master.” A visible shiver cascades down her spine, raising goosebumps across her alabaster skin.
“My what-oris?” She blinks several times, long copper lashes fanning against flushed cheeks.
The confusion in her ocean-blue eyes makes me feel like a fish out of water, gasping and floundering.
“You’ve never touched yourself?” I press on the little pink nub, feeling its stiffness beneath my fingertip.
Her pupils dilate instantly, black pools swallowing the azure of her irises until only thin rings of color remain.
Her chest heaves with shallow, rapid breaths.
“I-I’ve lived a very sheltered life. We didn’t discuss”—her gaze darts away as crimson blooms across her cheekbones and down her neck—“this.”
“Look at me.” I hook a finger under her chin, the skin there impossibly soft, forcing those wide, scared eyes up to meet mine. Tiny flecks of gold shimmer in her irises. “You don’t need to be shy with me.”
Her full lips, part but no sound escapes, just a shaky exhale that warms my face. I smirk, the corner of my mouth curling upward. “This little clit belongs to me now. Just like the rest of you.”
Way to go. The little voice in the back of my mind warns that I’m coming on too strong, but I can’t fucking dial it back, not with her trembling beneath me like this.
My thumb finds her clit through the fabric, rubbing slow circles, and her hips buck. My fingers dive under her skirt, sliding through slick folds so fucking wet I can hear it. “Damn, you’re wet for me.”
One finger sinks into her wet pussy. She’s so fucking tight. She whimpers, her walls clamping down.
“Relax.” I nibble on her collarbone, twisting my wrist, crooking that finger just right to make her back arch off the bed.
“I’ll take care of you.” I work my finger in and out of her tight little pussy, slow as molasses, letting her get used to the stretch.
She grips me like a fist, and my cock throbs, jealous as hell of my own damn hand. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just breathe.”
I move with steady pressure, curling my finger every so often to hit the spot that makes her hips jerk. Every time I push deeper, she gets wetter.
Her hands clench in the sheets, knuckles white, but her thighs spread wider as she starts to rock against my hand, chasing the friction.
“You feel that? That’s all for you. I want you to enjoy every second.” I keep the pace slow, in and out, until the tension eases out of her muscles and she melts into the mattress.
Her answer is a moan—high and reedy—as I add a second finger, stretching her open with a filthy, squelching noise. Her cunt sucks me in like it’s starving, her hips rolling shamelessly now, chasing the friction.
“That’s it,” I snarl, fucking her harder with my fingers, thumb grinding circles on her clit until she’s sobbing. “Take it. You were made for this—for me.”
And when she comes—goddamn—her whole body seizes up, her pussy pulsing around my fingers like she’s trying to milk me dry. I don’t stop. Not until she’s shaking apart beneath me, her thighs slick with her own mess.
I lean down, lips brushing her ear. “That’s just the beginning.”
A shiver runs through her, and her body clenches around my fingers like she never wants to let go. Fuck, if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to blow my load just from how tight and perfect she feels.
I pull my hand back. She whimpers, and the sound hits me right in the solar plexus.
I can’t help it. I smirk. “You like that, little one?”
She’s panting, eyes glazed, copper curls wild all over the pillow. “I-I loved it. I didn’t know… it could feel like that, Everett.” Her voice is wrecked and breathy. My cock nearly rips a hole in my jeans.
Damn right. That’s what I want—the sound of my name on her lips and her sweet pussy melting for me.
I tear off my shirt and toss it on the floor.
Her eyes widen. The way she stares at me, like I’m some kind of sex god she’s summoned with a wish and a lightning strike, makes me want to tear the rest of my clothes off and pin her to the bed until she screams my name loud enough to echo across the whole damn lake.
My cock’s leaking pre-cum, throbbing so hard that it’s a miracle my zipper isn’t shredded. I shove my jeans down, kick them off, and stand there for a second, letting her look. She does. Her tongue darts out, quick and pink, and I about lose my shit right there.
Her eyes widen like tide pools, lips parting in a silent gasp before she finally breathes, “Oh, wow.” Her gaze remains fixed on my cock, unblinking and reverent, as if she's witnessing something from another world entirely.
A flush spreads across her cheekbones, turning her freckles into constellations against her skin.
I smile, cocky as hell and not even sorry. “You like what you see, little one?”
Her cheeks flush so pink they nearly glow. “It’s… beautiful.” She says it like she means it, like she’s never seen anything like me before, and fuck me if that isn’t the hottest thing.
My cock twitches like it’s just discovered the best, filthiest secret in the world.
I crawl up the bed so I’m looming over her, and her tongue darts out again, pink and greedy, like she might actually want to taste me.
My inner beast pounds his chest in approval.
That’s right, my little water nymph. All yours.
I grip my shaft, stroking it slowly and firmly to tease her, letting the pre-cum bead up at the tip. Her breath comes fast. “You want to touch it?” I taunt. “It’s not going to bite unless you ask.”
Ariel nods, cheeks blazing, and reaches for me with a shyness that makes my balls pull tight.
Her little hand wraps around my cock and, fuck, I nearly see stars.
She studies it like she’s trying to memorize every vein, every ridge, her thumb sliding over the head, smearing the slickness there.
The look on her face nearly makes me lose my mind.
My inner beast howls with pride, watching her fingers explore every inch of my cock like it’s the first thing she’s ever truly wanted.
I let her stroke me, slow at first, then tighter when her curiosity gets the best of her.
Her grip is tentative, but damn, it feels like heaven.
“Fucking hell, Ariel. You don’t know what you do to me.” My voice comes out gravelly, half-growl, half-prayer.
She flashes those sea-glass eyes at me, lashes fluttering, and gives my cock another squeeze. Pre-cum beads up at the tip, and she shivers like she wants to taste it.
“You’re… so hard,” she breathes, and a little moan slips out of her, soft and needy.
“Yeah. All for you.” I push into her palm, refusing to hold back. I want her to know she owns me now. Nobody else. Just her.
I thrust my cock into her hand a little harder. “Go on,” I growl, watching her every move. “Stroke it the way you’d pet a wild animal. Firm, but careful. You can’t hurt me, little one. I promise.”
My cock jerks in her grip as she strokes it, her hand so fucking soft that I nearly lose it.
Her eyes lock onto mine, wild and awed. I’ve never felt so powerful and so helpless all at once.
The need to claim her is a tidal wave that drowns any doubt, any hesitation, any bullshit about taking it slow. All I want is her.
“Like this?” she whispers, stroking me again, her thumb swirling over the head and spreading the pre-cum across my sensitive skin.
I grunt, hips bucking up into her palm. “Yeah, just like that,” I croak, my voice barely recognizable. “Fuck, you’re a natural.” I train her hand, showing her how to grip me, how to pump up and down. “Tighter. There. Yes. Shit, you’re perfect.”
If I’m not careful, I’ll embarrass myself and blow before I even get inside her. My inner beast wants to lose his mind, but I grit my teeth, holding on to a shred of control.
Ariel’s eyes flicker to mine, shy but greedy. She’s so goddamn beautiful that it’s almost painful, like sunlight after a storm. I groan, balls tight and ready to explode, but I’m not going to waste a drop. Not when my mate’s sweet pussy is waiting for me.
I pull out of her grip, and she lets out a needy little whimper. I smirk and pin her to the bed with my hips. “Patience, little one,” I rumble, my voice rough enough to sand wood. “I want to taste every inch of you first.”
Ariel gasps when I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and drag her gorgeous body to the edge.
Her little moan is barely out before I go full animal, ripping away her clothes like they’re tissue paper.
The sound of fabric tearing is addictive.
I toss the scraps aside, not giving a damn where they land. I need her bare. Right fucking now.
My hands are everywhere, greedy and rough, finally getting access to every perfect inch.
Her soft thighs tremble as I hook her knees over my shoulders and spread her wide.
Her pussy is gorgeous. Slick and swollen and so pink it looks obscene in the moonlight.
My cock flexes with pure hunger, but I ignore the fucker and bury my face between her legs.
I swipe my tongue through her folds, tasting her for the first time, and it’s better than every fantasy.
Growling, I suck her clit into my mouth and devour her as if I’ll die without it.
And God, the noises she makes—little breathless whimpers, throaty moans that vibrate against my tongue—each one a fucking promise of what’s coming next.
Because this? This is just the start.