Chapter 2 #2
Fuck! An involuntary shiver rattles my body and snaps me out of the reverie.
The darkness surrounds me now that the sun is gone.
I stand and stretch, reaching for the twilight.
Rolling my neck, I move to the sliders to join Ever and shake off the dark mental turn.
She grounds me and calms me. Of course it doesn’t take long for everything to turn physical for us.
After nine months—God, it’s only been nine months and I can’t imagine my life without her—we still crave each other like it’s the first time.
To make my point, my body reacts, blood rushing to my groin, my heart rate doubling.
I slide the door open intending to find her.
Just inside the master bedroom, our room, I hear the shower running. Damn, missed it!
“Hey, sorry I missed the hot tub.” I peek my head through the open bathroom door. “Can I join you?”
Sluicing water off her hair, she turns her almost opaque eyes on me and smiles.
She’s gorgeous any day, but Ever dripping wet in the shower is something I’ll never get tired of seeing.
Long, toned limbs, slender but muscular build now that she’s a gym rat and trainer, too.
She nods and slides the door open in invitation.
I drop my clothes where I stand and step into the warm spray.
“I was just about done, but I can wash your back.” Her ashy eyes turn smoky as she reaches for me.
“You don’t have to wait for me. I can be fast.”
“Oh, but I like it when you take your time.”
“Are we still talking about the shower?”
Her answer is a shrug as she places one dripping foot on the mat and disappears in the steam.
I rush through lathering and am drying off within minutes, my mind already on all the ways I want to make her come. Wrapping the towel around my hips, I step into the bedroom.
Ever stands at the foot of the bed facing the bathroom door. Her hair is twisted into a wet knot on top of her head. A cropped tank covers her breasts and a pair of barely-there cotton shorts hang low on her hips, just skimming the top of her thighs.
When my eyes finally lock on hers, she settles her hands on her hips, her long fingers curving around them like mine are itching to do.
I swallow and take the three steps to her.
I reach out, intending to pick her up and wrap her body around mine, when she drops to her knees on the fluffy rug and hooks her fingers into the towel and pulls.
Never taking her eyes off mine, she takes me in her hand and sinks her lips around me, just the tip, and swirls her tongue, her eyes fluttering closed.
I’m not sure anything has ever looked so hot. I tug on the hair tie coiled in her tawny strands, like I want my hands to be. It doesn’t come loose with my efforts. Groaning, I command, “Ugh, Ever, lose the hair tie.”
She doesn’t stop the suction of her lips on the head of my dick as she reaches up and sets her hair free.
My hands tangle in the wet locks.
Hers wrap around my ass and pull my length into her mouth completely.
“Ugh, fuck,” I hiss through my teeth, my head falling back.
She pulls back almost all the way, her cheeks hollowing with the suction, then takes me all the way in again, the tip touching the back of her throat.
My fingers clench in her locks and press her face into my body.
My God, nothing has ever felt so good, except maybe sinking into her sweet, tight walls.
My chest is heaving at the pace she’s set, in, out, so deep.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her back.
“Ever, if you don’t stop, I’m going to—”
Her moan halts my words. “Mmm-hmm.” Her nails grip my ass and pull me to her harder. Increasing her tempo, her lips pucker as they slide up and down my shaft.
I’m yanking her hair, probably painfully, but I can’t help myself. I’m trying to stay on my feet as blood throbs in my dick, begging for release.
One tear leaks from the corner of her eye and still she takes all of me. Another on the other side and yet she savors every thrust.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Fuck, Ever. Ugh, baby. I’m . . .” Pressing my palm to the back of her neck, I hold her to me as I convulse with an orgasm I feel in my toes.
Her fingernails soften on my ass, and she slides her palms over my skin until she’s hugging me. I feel the contractions of her throat as she swallows.
My hand slides up from her neck to caress her head, hugging her to me as well.
Empty now, I reach for her, hook my hands under her arms and pull her up to stand in front of me.
Her eyes are downcast, her long dark lashes resting on her cheeks.
After what she just did, I wonder if this shyness is affected.
How can she feel shy after she just owned me completely?
I’m an absolute puddle in her hands. She fucking wrecks me.
Bringing her chin up with my index finger, I brush my thumb back and forth across her cheek. “Hi, pretty girl.” I swipe the dampness away.
“Hi, boyfriend.”
When she tries to drop her gaze again, I bring her lips to mine. Her kiss is shyer than her eyes.
“My turn?” I can’t see her blush in the muted room, but I know her smiles—every one of them.
And the one she gives me just now is her shy smile and usually accompanies a faint, pretty flush.
Hooking my hands under her hips, I lift her.
Her legs curl around me as I take the remaining steps to the bed and lay her down, settling myself between her thighs.
Her breath hitches in anticipation.
I keep her waiting because I like watching her ache for me. She doesn’t hide her thirst. I see all of her when we’re like this and I fucking love it. Crave it like a drug. Her nipples strain against the thin fabric. I graze one with my fingertip.
Her back arches, begging for more, her hips pressing up into me. Her fingers curl around my biceps, pulling on them to give her what she wants.
“I know, sweet girl, you want my hands on you, don’t you?”
She nods, panting now. Her hands fall off my arms to slap silently on the bed, pulling a low chuckle from my throat.
I dip my head and nip the jutting bud through the thin fabric. She shoves the fabric up impatiently, exposing her breasts. I suck one gently into my mouth, then the other while she digs her nails into the faded hair at my nape, holding my face to her chest.
“Ugh, yes, Julie. More.”
Bringing my lips to her ear, I whisper, “I got you, Ever,” then capture her lips and tangle my tongue with hers.
Pulsing in and out of her mouth like I want to do with my fingers, with my dick.
I’m shaking with my desire to sink into her, but I make us both wait.
I want her begging for me, and I’m willing to suffer to get it.
Coming up for air, I pull back from her lips and demand, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Julie, now.”
“I know. Not yet. I want you dripping for me first.”
“I am. Please, Julie.” She grinds her hips into mine, lifting them off the bed.
“Please, what, Ever? What do you want?”
“I wanna come. Make me come.”
Before she can finish the sentence, I drive my fingers into her heat. Those little shorts giving me easy access. And she is already dripping for me. “Fuck, you’re so wet. So good.”
Her walls are already clenching around my fingers.
It won’t take much to make her come, but I want to taste her first. I pull my fingers out, causing a whimper from my needy girl.
When I begin moving down her body, she wraps her hands around my head and pushes me, knowing what she’s about to get.
Then she remembers the barrier of the shorts and shoves the waistband over her hips and down her legs.
I slide them the rest of the way off and sink my face into the vee of her thighs, which part invitingly.
Swiping my tongue up along her opening, I flick over the swollen bud before pursing my lips around it and sucking it into my mouth.
The long moan from deep in her throat makes my dick twitch, my hips pressing into the mattress for the friction.
I want to bottom out inside her but settle for sinking my fingers all the way in and circling them as I swirl my tongue over her clit.
She’s pulling the longer hair on top of my head, her nails raking my scalp. First she’s pulling me to her, then trying to yank me away, her thighs pressing in on my ears, quivering. She can’t take it, but I make her take it.
“Uh-uh, I can’t. Fuck, Julie.” Her head swivels from side to side, her eyes squinted shut.
With a sucking kiss on her bundle of nerves, I lift my head and still my fingers.
Slowly her leg muscles relax, her thighs go lax and her hips settle back into the mattress. Her eyelids flutter open, her storm-cloud orbs lock on mine.
My lazy smile contradicts the fire inside me. “Want me to stop?”
“Uh-uh,” she repeats. “You know I don’t.”
Her fingers clench the comforter as I move my fingers in and out, crooking one in just the right way, pressing my thumb down, making tiny circles around her hard bud.
Her back arches, her head tilts back, chin aimed at the ceiling. “Ungh, like that.”
“Yeah? You like that, Ever? You gonna come for me?” I press my lips to the tender skin of her inner thigh.
“Mmm-hmm. Don’t stop. Yesssss.” Her walls contract around my fingers.
I could slow my movements to ease the intensity, but I don’t.
Her panting turns to sobs, but still I don’t stop.
When the pulsing of her orgasm slows, so do I.
Climbing up her body, I kiss her lips first, then her damp cheeks, then my favorite spot behind her ear until I slowly withdraw my fingers from her tight, slippery walls, stirring a whimpering moan from her.
“Uh-uh.”
“Shh, I got you. We’re not done.” I roll onto my side, feathering my fingers up and down her flat belly.
She rolls toward me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and dragging my lips to hers.