Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
EVERETT
She cradles my face and presses a soft kiss to my lips. A bolt of anticipation fires through me. I kiss her back, my hunger spiraling faster inside me. Her mouth is perfect. Soft and warm. Sensual. A little bit reckless. I caress up her thighs to her waist and up and down her sides, to make sure this is real. I can’t hold back from this woman anymore. I won’t try.
I grip her thighs so I can pull her closer. Her body’s heat and having her scent all around me twists my cravings another notch.
She rocks against me, making me groan. I stroke the bare patch of skin at her low back, savoring the tremors rattling down her thighs.
I tug her t-shirt up and she helps me by raising her arms. Her simple cotton bra has a tiny little bow at the center that I’d like to take time to admire, but I’m too busy getting the clasp open. I watch her face as I slip the straps free.
Her stormy eyes fill with a needy, tender yearning.
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this, but I want to try.” I caress up her sides.
“Any good at what?” she asks.
“Being yours,” I reply, stroking both of her breasts .
She bites her lip and her thighs tense, adding a jolt of friction to where my dick is trapped inside my jeans. I brush both thumbs over her hardening peaks, and she whimpers. I kiss down and suck her into my mouth. She’s so incredibly smooth, her nipple a firm little knot between my lips.
“Ev,” she pants, coming through my hair.
I lavish the other breast with my mouth while stroking and teasing with my fingers. She reaches for my shirt, and I tug it over my shoulders and drop it to the floor. The soft press of her breasts against my bare skin spirals my desire into something desperate, almost carnal.
I come back to her mouth, pinching her lip between mine before meeting her sensual tongue for a lusty kiss. I gently wrap my hand around her braid and glide down, the silky plaits slipping past my fingers. She pants into my mouth, rocking against me while I continue stroking down her back to cup her ass.
“These jeans need to go,” I say, shifting forward so she has to rock up to kneeling.
She arches down to kiss me while I pop the button and glide the fabric down. I help her balance so I can get them off, but then she slips free of my grasp and unfastens my jeans. While she unzips me, I grip the back of her neck and draw her to me for a kiss. While our tongues flick and swirl, she works my jeans down my thighs. I slide them off and toss them next to me.
I scoop her around the waist and pull her back into my lap, folding her knees on either side. She lowers down, her warmth on my cock, making me crazy to be inside her.
I stroke her bare back, then tuck inside her cotton panties to caress her. She arches her body, like she wants me closer. Her steady, insistent heat on my cock is becoming unbearable. I move down to her breasts, sucking and caressing.
She releases a groan and a tremor rattles through her core. I tug gently with my teeth and stroke down to caress her over the fabric of her panties, the cotton already soaked .
Her thighs jolt and she draws a tight breath. I slide the fabric aside and stroke her. She’s so plush and silky. Needy.
“Please, Everett,” she breathes.
I slip her panties down her hips. She rocks back to help me get them off, and then she’s tugging at my briefs. My cock springs free. I give myself a slow tug and draw her back to my lap. We kiss while I stroke her pussy and myself, savoring the anticipation for just a moment longer.
She breaks from our kiss, panting. “Can we…do you have…?”
I keep stroking her while I fumble for the pocket of my jeans. She kisses me, her breaths fast. Once I get the condom in my fingers, I have to force in a couple of breaths so I can focus on rolling it on.
“Come here, baby,” I say. “I want you right here, so I can touch you.”
She whimpers as I guide her hips forward and lock into place. Just this first touch sends my cravings into overdrive.
With my hand on her lower back, I urge her down. Her thighs tremble and she sucks in a breath. She’s so tight and soft, the stretch of her around me is fucking perfect. I cup her face and bring her down for a slow, sensual kiss, our tongues lashing and our breaths fast. I grasp her hips so I can thrust that final inch, tapping the deepest part of her. We start to move, her hips rising and falling. I caress her breasts as we kiss, and she whimpers again.
“I tried so hard not to want you,” she says. “I had closed off so much of myself. I had to. But when I met you, something changed. I can’t explain it. At first, I didn’t want to trust it, but little by little, I’ve started to.”
“You’re so beautiful, baby. So brave.” I flutter my thumb against her clit as she rocks her hips.
“You’ve made me feel strong again.”
She arches to me, her head falling back.
A pink blush has worked up her chest and neck. I tug on her braid and kiss the exposed curve of her neck. I swallow the whimper rising to her lips with another kiss. She breaks away, panting. Her body tightens around me and a tremor rocks through her. It’s taking every shred of control I can muster not to come right now. Her body moving and her warm, smooth skin on mine and her sharp breaths in my ear are turning me inside out.
Vivian comes with a series of cries, her body pulsing around me. and quivers rocking her frame. I ride each pump of her hips until she goes limp against me, panting.
I caress down her back and cup her ass, giving her a squeeze. “I want one more.”
She releases a fluttery laugh while trying to catch her breath. “I could live off that one for weeks.”
I roll her to her back and grab a cushion to tuck under her hips. When I thrust again, with her climax ebbing through her, she feels like tight silk.
She arches her back and her eyes tense with renewed desire.
“Weeks, huh?” I rock back so I can glide all the way in. “You trying to kill me?”
“Everett,” she groans.
I brace off the couch with one hand while I caress down her body with the other. Her skin is warm and so soft, her curves tempting me to linger. I set a slow firm pace, each of my slow thrusts rocking her into the cushions. I arch down to suck her nipple into my mouth, tugging just a little.
She arches to get me closer. “That’s so good.”
I rock faster, harder, the sound of slapping skin and our breaths filling the quiet space. “That’s it,” I praise. “No holding back.”
She pulls me back for another kiss. My climax is right there, a simmering fire ready to explode, but I’m not giving in until I get what I want.
“Ev,” she whimpers. Her eyes tense and her cheeks flush a soft pink.
“I’m right here, baby,” I say. “Come for me.”
Her eyes close and she comes in a series of sharp cries, her body pulsing hard around me. I move with her until her eyes flutter open and she combs through my hair, her expression a mix of longing and something raw and vulnerable, like surrender. I silently promise to her that I will never take her trust for granted again.
“Watching you come on my cock is my new favorite thing.” I lean down to kiss her.
Her look of rapture gives way to laughter, the sweet melody like music to my spinning heart. I thrust faster, letting my emotions spiral free as I let everything go.
When I’m spent, I carefully withdraw, then roll us sideways so I can hold her and touch her while the final notes of pleasure ebb through us. Her skin is hot to the touch, and where my scruff has left its mark, a perfect shade of pink.
The rain tapping on the window is a reminder of the world outside, of our very real responsibilities. I’m not ready for this moment to end, and Vivian makes no move to break it, either, so I savor the feel of her body, her softening breaths warming my chest.
It’s risky to steal even more time, but I carry her into the shower. Under the warm water, we start kissing, and touching. There’s no shampoo, but I use the bar of soap to gently wash her, rubbing her shoulder muscles, caressing over her hips and down her thighs.
She takes the soap from me and lathers it across my chest and shoulders, down my back. I caress her breasts with my soapy, slippery fingers. I know I should stop touching her, but I can’t seem to stop. She leans back, her head resting against my chest. I give her hardening peaks a gentle tug, and she tilts her hips so her slippery ass rubs against my dick, her breaths echoing in the small space. I delve her soft pussy with my fingers, and her thighs tremble. I spin her to the corner and kiss down, the acidic bite of the soap on my lips, and get on my knees.
I wrap my mouth around her and savor her sharp gasp and the way her fingers fly to my hair, like she needs to hold onto me.
Fuck do I want that. I want her to hold on and never let go.
I reach up and scissor her breasts while I devour her. The combination of her soft tits and her wet pussy and the way she’s arching her hips while her fingers grip my hair is enough to unravel me all over again. Right now, she’s trusting me to care for her. Trusting herself to let everything go.
“Everettohmygod,” she utters in a shaky breath. “Yes, oh…I’m coming.”
The tension in her body snaps free, sending tremors rattling down her thighs as I ride her climax until she shudders against the tile. I scoop her into my arms and hold her. She wraps her arms around my neck, letting me take her weight. I rinse her hair under the water and stroke down her back until the water turns tepid.
After, I towel her off and wrap her up so I can retrieve our clothes. We dress in silence, and then I pull her to me for a final embrace.
“I’ll miss you tonight,” I say.
She steps back and kisses me. “I’ll miss you too.”
We swap keys, and I help her into my raincoat. “Text me when you get to Ruby Gulch.”
Her eyes flutter closed and she kisses me again, her lips lingering on mine. “Okay.”
Leaving here is going to be torture, but I manage to step back and lead her to the door.