Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
VIVIAN
I blink at the handsome cowboy lying next to me as the pleasure in my body ebbs to a feeling I can’t even begin to describe. It must be lust, or some kind of carnal craving let loose because I already want more of it.
I’ve never come like that. Made sounds like that.
I caress the edge of his jaw. The added friction from his scruff on my most sensitive place made everything feel supercharged. I want it everywhere.
Everett captures my fingers, giving each one a gentle press of his lips.
“That was… wow,” I say.
He smiles, making his eyes sparkle. “It was wow for me too.”
I laugh. Our eyes lock, and I weave my hands through his hair. “Thank you.”
He rolls me to his chest, cradling me against him, and strokes down my back. “I loved making you feel good.”
I curl in closer, and he caresses over my backside, his touch sensual, almost reverent. Beneath me, his erection is firm and thick inside his jeans. Renewed desire tightens inside me.
“Do I get to touch you now?” I ask, stroking his bare shoulder while the heat from his body makes me feel like I’m wrapped in a cocoon.
He hums, like he’s enjoying the question, his fingertips making lazy strokes up and down my back. “If you want.”
It comes out husky, almost rough, like the thought of me touching him deepens his desire.
I sigh against his chest, wishing there wasn’t a need to rush. Little warning bells start chirping in the back of my mind, because it feels dangerously like losing a piece of control.
That should scare me, but right now, fear feels like a problem for later.
I shift a little so I can stroke down his chest, then over the firm ridge in his jeans.
He sucks in a breath and tucks a wisp of hair behind my ears. “You are under no obligation to reciprocate. That’s not what this is about.”
I stroke back and forth across the firm plane of his belly. “Understood.”
He brushes my cheek with the backs of his fingertips, his gaze that intense mix of need and tenderness.
I shift my body so I can explore his broad chest. He hums in delight and strokes my hair, then my shoulder, the rough callouses sending an electric buzz over my skin.
“Your lips feel so good,” he says as I brush past the smooth, firm planes of his abs.
I inch lower, savoring his warmth and strength and the idea that for these stolen moments, I get to be the source of his pleasure.
He tugs the hem of my shirt and I help him slip it off.
Heat fills his gaze when I glance up from where I’m flipping open his belt.
“You are so gorgeous,” he says, caressing down my shoulder, making my heartbeat throb lower.
I pull away so that I can get the buckle and the button of his jeans free. He helps me slide his jeans down, yanking off his socks in the process. The bulge in his gray boxer briefs is undeniably sexy and if I’m being honest, a little intimidating—but in the best way.
He gives me a soft smile and draws me back next to him. “What’s going on up there?” He kisses my forehead.
“I’m, um, nervous.”
He laughs softly, then kisses my temple. “Says the woman who is currently making my dick weep.”
I fall against his shoulder, laughing. “But I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Exactly.” He tips my chin and our lips meet. He tugs on my lower lip for a fraction of a second, making my toes curl. Then our tongues flick and tease in a slow, sensual dance, turning my insides molten.
When I pull back, he gives me a playful smile. “It’s been a long time for me too.”
I curl against his side and stroke down his chest, then over his erection. He groans.
“What do you like?” I brush my fingertips back and forth across his stomach, above his waistband.
“The way your fingers feel. The way you seem to like touching me.”
I rub over his erection again, and he releases a sexy little groan.
“That,” he adds.
I grip him gently through the fabric.
He sucks in a tight breath, then laughs. “That’s good too.”
I can’t help my laugh. He rolls toward me, our bodies touching in ways that’s making me want him everywhere, naked skin on naked skin. His soft, wet tongue flicks playfully with mine, like we have all the time in the world. A part of me yearns for that freedom, while the other part is tutting at me about our ticking clock. As we kiss, I tuck under the fabric of his briefs and caress down his length.
He sighs into my mouth. He’s smooth and hard and thick. It’s been so long since I wanted any of this, but I want it with him. I tug the fabric lower so I can stroke him. The tip of him is wet with his arousal, making my hand slick.
He draws back from our kiss, a look of tense need playing across his face. “That feels incredible.”
The need to please him, pleasure him twists tight and hot inside me. I kiss down while I pump him with my fist.
“I need to touch you again,” he says, and rises to a sitting position. I rock back on my knees so I’m perched sideways. He kisses me hungrily and caresses up and down my back while I stroke him.
He leaks a little more, coating his tip and my hand. I can’t help the craving drawing me down. To taste him and feel him inside my mouth.
“You don’t have to,” he says as I adjust my position.
“I want to,” I say, my voice thick with need.
I wrap my lips around his tip. His skin is so smooth and warm and the salty, manly taste of him zings over my tongue.
This is not supposed to be sexy. In my past, it was a chore. An obligation. But I’m not feeling that way about it right now. Not with Everett, this man who has been giving and thoughtful and caring.. Who’s solid and capable, unflappable even.
Yes, irritating sometimes, but I can chalk that up to his protectiveness. Or my stubbornness.
I take him a little deeper into my mouth, swirling with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he grits out, gripping my braid at the base of my neck and gently sliding down the length of it the way he seems to love doing. “That’s incredible. Your mouth.”
He continues stroking down my spine, down the cleft of my ass to where I’m starting to throb again.
I gasp into his mouth when his fingers caress deeper between my thighs. I’m still wet from his tongue and the orgasm that turned me inside out, making his touch feel like hot satin. So many sensations crowd my awareness at once, like all my circuits are on overload. It’s so incredibly good, but there’s a lingering anxiety tapping against my thoughts, too. Do I fight what I’m feeling or let it all go?
His sensual touch where I’m aching coupled with the thickness of him gliding past my lips is like fuel to the little fires crackling to life inside me. My breaths come faster. I take him deeper, wrapping my lips tighter around him and closing my eyes. It feels a little bit like surrender, but I don’t spend too much time thinking about that. Not with the way his touch is coaxing another climax from my body.
“I want you to come on my fingers.”
My thighs tighten and my clit cramps with a sudden craving, turning this into the most erotic moment of my life. I’m supposed to be pleasuring him , yet he’s somehow making this about me. I manage a groan because there’s no way I have words for the way he’s turned me into such a needy mess.
Splitting my focus like this makes it too hard to hold anything back. My mind is going a thousand miles an hour as I glide up and down, swirling with my tongue, so that when he gently thrusts a finger inside me from behind, I come off him with a sharp gasp. For an instant, I’m flooded with too much pleasure to move.
“Fuck, you’re so soft. So tight inside.”
I grip his thigh, then the craving for him in my mouth draws me back, and I lower down again. He alternates between slow thrusts and caressing me with the flat of his fingers. It’s the most delicious madness. I try to focus on him, but my breaths are coming in tight gasps and the pleasure is distracting. He pumps faster into me. My body tightens around him.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Come with your mouth around my cock, so I can feel what this does to you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and take him deeper, feeling like a hot, sloppy mess as my climax tightens in my core. He adds another finger, the stretch of him exactly what I need.
Coming off him with a cry, I arch my body, wanting more of everything, the craving for my release like sweet fire ready to ignite inside me. I lower down on him again, hungry for how firm and ready he feels against my swollen lips. I come undone, my climax an avalanche of wildness and bliss, ripping though me so fast I have to shut my eyes. My ragged cries get swallowed by him in my mouth, but it only makes everything feel more intense.
“Fuck yes,” he grits out as my climax ebbs. “Where can I come, sweet girl? You want me in your mouth?”
Groaning, I take him as deep as I can so I can take everything he wants to give me.
He caresses both sides of my ass and up and down my back, uttering little praises as I move with him, his touch tender and soft. His cock thickens and his breaths turn sharp.
With a low moan, he comes, the salty-sweet taste of him exploding on my tongue. It’s a shock but I’ve never wanted it the way I do in this moment.
When I finally release him, he gives a languid sigh and draws me to him while lowering himself back to the bed. He slides his briefs back up and shifts my hips so I’m lying on top of him, my cheek on his chest and my thighs cradled in the valley made by his. Our breaths slow and the shared heat from our bodies makes me feel languid, like I never want to leave this bed.
He strokes up and down my back with slow, gentle brushes of his fingertips. “You doing okay?”
I prop my chin on my fist. “Yeah. Are you?”
“Yeah.” His eyes turn serious. “That was incredible, touching you like that.”
Heat rises up my chest. “I’ve never in my life come like that. Or twice in one night.”
Astonishment plays across his face. “You’ve never had more than one orgasm?”
I look away, feeling embarrassed, but he tilts my chin back so we’re eye to eye.
“I don’t say that to make you feel bad. It’s not your fault.”
Logically, yes. But believing it is a leap of faith I don’t know how to take. “Yeah. I know. ”
His eyes fill with kindness. “I think we could get you there again.”
I laugh. “I kinda think you’re right.”
With a knowing smirk, he kisses me. It’s sensual and tender, sending my thoughts tumbling.
I break away and curl into the curve of his neck. “I hate to say it, but… should we get back?”
He releases a deep sigh. “Sadly, yeah.”
Neither one of us moves. It feels luxurious to lay here, touching and resting together, our breaths in synch and the warmth of his body wrapped all around me.
He rolls up to kiss the top of my head, and reluctantly, I shift off of him and collect my clothes. We dress in silence, my body feeling sated and happy. Everett collects my panties and jeans from the floor near his feet and sets them next to me while he tucks into his jeans, grimacing.
“You okay?” I ask, buttoning my jeans.
His look turns hungry. “Watching you get dressed makes me want to undress you again.”
I arch my eyebrow. “You better wipe that look off your face or I’ll be tempted to let you.”
He pulls me close. Our shirts are still on the floor, so the contact of our bare skin sends prickles of desire coursing through me. “I wish we had more time, so I could.”
I kiss him, and his lips embrace mine for a long moment before he leans back and kisses me on the forehead. I sigh into his chest. What’s happening inside me? Today has been a roller coaster of ups and downs. I’m wary of him but somehow can’t keep my hands off him. He irks me but that only seems to make the sparks between us grow hotter, more insistent.
Once we’re fully dressed, Everett steps through the door. Seeing the laundry basket on the porch next to our discarded shoes makes me smile. Everett seems to think the same thing, because his eyes twinkle with a wicked gleam as he carries the basket inside while I slip on my sneakers. We walk hand in hand down the path, and before we round the curve that will put us in view of the house, he draws my fingers to his lips for a soft kiss, then gently releases me.
There’s a sense of finality to it that draws a note of melancholy from the depths of my core. It doesn’t make sense. We haven’t made any promises to each other. I don’t know what the future holds.
But I’m already imagining seeing him again.
Which feels dangerously like falling.