Chapter 15 Maisey #2
I cry out, new sensations taking over as Ewan works his way down my torso, branding my skin with hot, wet, open-mouth kisses.
He moves his finger slowly, teasing my entrance, and I start to go dizzy, not sure which pleasure to focus on, his mouth or his hand.
Or maybe that swirling feeling that is starting to build in my belly, the more he moves, the more it grows, like a hurricane generating its power.
Power that feels as if it could ignite at any moment.
I am so turned on—so on edge—from everything Ewan has done and said, I feel like I’m going to combust. Like at any moment, the next touch could be the one to send me flying.
A live wire ready to spark, I whimper as he moves his kisses to the insides of my thighs, his scruff tickling my skin. Dragging his finger through my wetness, he cuts the trail short, avoiding my clit, continuing the taunt.
“I think you might be sweeter than you were the other day,” he says, licking me from his finger. “But the only way I’m going to know is a taste straight from the source.”
Warm breath skirts over my bare skin, my eyes fluttering shut from the sensation. One that is quickly replaced by something else. Pure, unadulterated, carnal pleasure.
Ewan drags his tongue through my folds, licking from one end of me to the other, like I’m an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. If my eyes weren’t already closed, they’d be slamming shut, the inability to focus on anything other than each new flick and swish taking over.
Holy shit…
He continues, not letting up. If anything, I think the more noise I make, the harder he goes, spurred on by my cries. The swirling in my gut speeds up, spreading through me, threatening to take over. I’m ready to give in, to let this feeling have its way with me.
“Come for me, baby…”
Ewan’s words are somewhere between a demand and a prayer. Rough, but revered. Soft, but powerful. Paired with the two fingers that slide inside me, swiping against the spot that he found so easily, there is no other option but to comply.
For someone who hasn’t done this but one or twice, the man certainly seems to know his way around a woman’s body. Specifically, my body.
Pleasure hits me hard and fast, lightning zinging down my spine. I reach for Ewan, needing something to hold on to, not wanting to lose contact. He grips my thighs harder, doubling down on his efforts, making sure to leave no part of me untouched. Fireworks flash behind my eyelids, and I scream.
The sound is loud enough to be heard halfway to Atlanta, much less downstairs. If anyone is still left in the store, there’s no question what’s going on up here. But I don’t care. Right now the only thing that matters is Ewan.
And getting him inside me.
Pushing his head back from between my thighs, I scramble to grab ahold of him, trying to yank him up my body. He chuckles, getting the message, slithering his way along my naked form, my extra sensitive post-orgasm skin not sure how to react to the feel of his clothes.
Why the fuck is he still wearing clothes?!
I grab at his shirt, struggling to pull it over his head.
My fingers don’t work properly—like I’m all thumbs—the soft cotton almost too pliable in them at this moment.
They won’t grip. Fuck it, focus on the pants.
Those are the important part. He can fuck me with a shirt on.
Pants? Not so much. Those have to come off.
That’s nonnegotiable.
As I move my focus to the fly of his jeans, Ewan puts his hands on mine, stopping me. I look up at him, letting out a frustrated huff. What is he doing? I need him naked. Now.
“In a hurry?” he chuckles, kissing me gently.
My taste lingers on his lips—sweet, tangy—slowing me down as he steadies me with his kiss. My pulse skips, taking a breather, then returning to normal, the whole of me getting lost in him.
“I need you inside me,” I whimper.
I need you inside me. Words I’ve never understood until now. Words that always sounded so cheesy. So made-up. How could anyone need someone else inside them?
But I get it now. I understand this feeling. This craving. This…need.
The realization that something is missing and that the only thing that is going to fill it is a specific person, in a specific way.
Because I need Ewan.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
“About as long as I’ve waited to say it.”
His eyes flash dark again and he reaches behind his head, whipping off his shirt. I take a moment, drinking in his broad, muscular chest. Running my fingers across his pecs, I suck in a breath, watching as he leans back on his haunches, shimmying out of his jeans and skivvies in one move.
Leaving him just as naked as I am.
Only more magnificent.
I can’t take my eyes off him, his hard cock standing at attention, begging to be touched. Reaching up, I run my hand along his shaft, circling the head with my thumb, a move I learned the other morning drives him wild.
“Maisey,” he groans through gritted teeth.
Yeah, just like that.
“Fuck me, Ewan…please.”
Fire flashes in his eyes, followed quickly by a moment of hesitation. He swallows hard, pressing his lips together.
“I don’t have anything on me. I’m not the guy who carries a condom in his wallet just in case.”
I smile, gripping him harder and continuing to stroke.
“I’m a nurse who tests herself for everything once a month, just in case. Straight negatives ten years running.”
“Doc Galindo automatically tests every unmarried guy in town as part of the yearly physical, and I’m also in the clear there. But that’s not where my mind was going.”
Be still my heart, Ewan Porter Hayes. You are too much…
“I have an IUD, so we don’t have to worry about that part until we want to.”
The fire returns to his eyes, but this time, it’s bigger, brighter, and accompanied by his dick twitching in my hand. Ewan mutters something I can’t make out, but it doesn’t matter. Because the talking portion is over.
Ewan’s mouth is on my lips a split second later, his tongue seeking out mine like he needs this kiss to breathe. I moan, pulling him close, the heat from his skin making me want him as close as possible. Swiveling my hips, I try to make contact, seeking out his dick, still desperate for it.
Reading my mind but never letting up on the kiss, Ewan shifts, his cock sliding through my wetness, the head hitting my clit just right.
“Fuck!” I cry out, unable to hold back. Stars outline my vision, my chest constricting as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“If you like that, baby…”
Taking a second, Ewan lines himself up with my entrance. I suck in a breath, waiting for it, not sure what to expect. Nerves bubble up again for a brief second, but they dissipate as Ewan looks at me.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Slowly, he pushes forward, entering me.
And everything stops. Really, truly stops.
I hold my breath, afraid it might get in the way of this incredible feeling. Of this glorious, beautiful fullness. I can feel my body stretching, adjusting to him, so I exhale, all of my nerve endings suddenly standing at attention.
Then he moves.
If anything still existed in this time-stopped world, it fades away. Nothing remains but Ewan and me, and how full I feel. How right this feels. How perfect it is.
How perfect he is.
“Oh, fuck, you are so tight.”
We continue to move, just the two of us, a jumble of limbs and kisses, finding a rhythm that works for us. One where it doesn’t matter that we’re as uncoordinated as can be in this unchoreographed symphony, because our bodies are doing all the talking. And they are screaming. Loudly.
The swirling feeling in my gut returns, this time with a vengeance. There’s no stopping it, the storm brewing inside me ready to clash and take me with it.
“I’m…I’m gonna…”
“Yeah, baby…” Ewan says, reaching in between us, finding my clit with his thumb. “Come for me.”
Again, that’s all it takes.
Thunder booms within me, rocking me to the core. All my synapses are firing at will, taking over, a beautiful chorus of rests and beats. My eyes slam shut, fireworks blinding me as the pleasure takes over.
In the distance, I hear Ewan roar, his pace picking up, his thumb never leaving my clit, his own climax rushing through him. Collapsing on top of me, he heaves out a sigh, then wraps me in his arms, rolling us over so that I’m resting on his chest.
The heavy, steady beat of his heart against his ribs lures me into a trance, and I lie there, drifting away in a bliss I can’t name, happy and secure in my new confirmation.
Ewan is mine. All mine.
And I am his.
As it should be.
“Guess I’m going to have to keep this tent,” he says with a chuckle after a long moment.
I consider lifting my head to look at him, but I’m enjoying the movement of his chest from his breathing too much to move. Instead, I shift, snuggling into him more.
“Don’t you keep all the items?” I ask, realizing halfway through my question it might be a stupid one. I suppose just because he owns the store doesn’t mean he keeps all the display merchandise.
“Depends on the items. Really popular items I keep a display on hand at all times. But usually with the camping gear, something new comes out every year, so I sell off the store display for a discount at some point.”
Oh. Oooops…
“No one will ever have to know,” I offer, guilt creeping in that he might lose a sale over my impulsiveness.
“But I’ll know. And there’s no way I’m letting the tent I first fucked you in go home with someone else.”
I laugh. I don’t think he meant for that to be as funny as it came out—actually, I know he didn’t—but the seriousness in his tone, paired with the pride on his face is too much. My heart can’t handle it.
How did I ever walk away from this?
“Sorry, unsuspecting customer,” I mimic. “You cannot have a souvenir from our first time together.”
“Exactly.”
“Oh, Ewan,” I sigh, pushing up to look at him. “What am I going to do with you?”
“You could fuck me again.”
Yes, absolutely.
“How ’bout our second go be in a bed?” I suggest, waggling my eyebrows.
“Gladly.”
My stomach gurgles, cutting into our conversation, weighing in on what comes next. Dinner was always part of my plan—I almost stopped at Little Slice of Heaven on the way here—so it’s no surprise I worked up an appetite.
“And maybe a pizza?”
Ewan chuckles, sitting us up and kissing me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let my lips linger against his, not rushing the moment. I want to savor this—this feeling, his taste, our own private cocoon—for as long as I can.
Then again, he’s all mine. So I get to do this again.
“And a pizza.” He nods, tightening his hold on me. “Do you have shifts this weekend?”
I pause, taken aback by the sudden change in subject.
“I do…”
“Think we could talk Landon into letting you out of them?”
Errrr…
I don’t answer him, not sure where he’s taking this.
Could I talk Landon into that? Yes, I could.
Probably wouldn’t even really take all that much talking into.
More like a sorry, can’t work this text.
But I just started with the department, and I don’t want to be that person.
I’ve never been the type to call out for no reason, and I’m not sure I want to start now.
Ewan smiles, his ability to read me as good as mine at reading him. He can see the gears turning in my head, and is ready with an explanation to help me get there.
“We should take our new tent camping. Sneak in a couple of nights under the stars just us before the summer starts and we’re too busy to do anything but catch our breath.”
He makes a good point. The weekend after is Reel Madness, followed by my Grandmother’s hundredth birthday party two weeks after that, and then we’ll blink and it’ll be Memorial Day.
Once summer hits, Ewan will be so on the go hosting fishing and camping trips, plus whatever it holds for me with the fire department, we might end up even more like two ships passing than we have been this week.
“Well, I do have an in with the fire chief,” I joke. “So I’m sure we can work it out.”
“Maybe leave out the part about how we acquired the new tent.”
I throw my head back, a bark of laughter erupting. That comment I really know he didn’t mean to be funny.
“That’s how I was going to start the conversation with my daddy, c’mon…”
“Hmmph.” Ewan makes a face, not appreciating my joke. “Leave Friday morning and be back by Sunday dinner?”
“Perfect.”