Everlyn Chapter 10
I felt like I was floating in a sea of desire.
My body was burning up. My skin was so sensitive that the friction of my clothes was nearly unbearable.
My nipples felt hard enough to cut glass like a diamond while my pussy throbbed and spilled more of my lubrication into my panties.
They were worthless at this stage. I briefly wondered if my leggings’ crotch was wet, too.
Zephyr carried me as if I weighed nothing. Feeling the flexing of his muscles made me want to rip his shirt to shreds to watch the play of them. To run my tongue over his skin, tasting the salt of it while tracing his ink and scars. Eventually, I wanted to know how he earned every single scar.
I longed to see if his cock resembled what I imagined.
I knew he wasn’t a little man. I knew he’d fill me, but how far would I have to stretch to take him?
I’d never been a shy woman when it came to sex and what I wanted and needed from a partner.
Some had done better than others in satisfying me.
And I’d never been a one-way lover, meaning they did all the work and I reaped the rewards, other than they got off in the end.
I couldn’t wait to find out what Zephyr liked and loved when it came to sex.
I reached out when we entered my room and flipped the light switch by the door. It turned on the lamp by my side of the bed. I won’t lie, I’d hoped that tonight we’d end up in here. And before he arrived for dinner, I’d bathed and primped my entire body to ensure I was smooth and fragrant.
He lowered me to my feet beside the bed on my side. As he let go, I didn’t waste time or words. I gripped the waist of my top and raised it up and over my head in a blink. It left me standing there in my silk and lace bra, the matching panties he couldn’t see, and my leggings.
“Christ,” he muttered before taking his T-shirt off.
“Damn,” I whispered as I brought up my hands to touch him.
Zephyr had the broadest shoulders I’d ever seen. His pecs were covered in a fine mat of hair. I threaded my fingers through the hair and tugged. He groaned. Tracing my fingertips along the contours of his muscles and the outlines of his tattoos, I made sure to discover all the various scars he had.
Some were smooth-edged as if made by a knife or something equally sharp. Others were puckered and ragged. I wondered if they still hurt him. And what the hell had led him to have so many?
Zephyr allowed me to explore, which I appreciated.
I could feel what it cost him to hold still.
His body was tense, and his breathing harsh.
Knowing I needed to do the next thing quickly, before he broke, I licked the outline of his chest tat that came down to his nipple.
I sucked it hard before letting go to continue my tongue’s foray.
I was right. He lasted a handful of heartbeats before Zephyr stopped me by unsnapping my bra in the back. He took it off and tossed it onto the nearby chair. His eyes gleamed as he soaked in the sight of my tits.
I’d once been self-conscious of their size when I was young.
No one else my age had ones as large as mine.
Young boys had always said things about them.
My mom assured me there was nothing wrong with their size.
She’d been the same way at my age. Over the years, I came to appreciate them.
I gasped as his hands cupped and then squeezed both tits before flicking the hard tips with his fingernails.
“Look at how responsive and beautiful these are. I can’t wait. I’ve got to taste them,” Zephyr muttered a moment before he lowered his body so he could reach them.
My left nipple was sucked into his hot mouth, where his tongue thrashed it. That was after the initial suck. And as time passed, he gently scraped his teeth over the tip. I gasped and arched my back, driving more of my tit into his mouth. He growled in appreciation.
As he worked the one with his mouth, his fingers plucked and teased the other. As for me, I let my hand have freedom to map his chest, play with his nipples, and run them all over his ribs and stomach. Whenever I came across a scar, I gentled my touch and feathered over it.
When I got to the waistband of his jeans and unbuttoned the first button, his body jerked. Zephyr raised his head. He appeared dazed. Holding his stare, I unbuttoned the next one. He never said a word. I worked them all loose as the lump beneath moved.
When the buttons were out of the way, I grasped the sides of his jeans and shoved them down. They dropped to his thighs. A form-fitting pair of briefs covered his straining cock. There was a wet spot where the head of it was. I rubbed lightly across it, causing him to shudder and groan.
“Don’t tease. Push those out of the way. I need your skin touching me,” he partially demanded, partially begged.
“Your wish is my command,” I informed him.
I lowered my eyes to watch as I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down.
When his cock sprang into view, I was the one gasping.
I’d never seen a cock that big. It was so long and thick, it seemed to be the circumference of my forearm, though shorter.
It was dark red, with precum oozing from the slit at the tip.
Zephyr turned and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Take off my pants and underwear,” he instructed.
I dropped to my knees on the carpet and did as he wished.
As soon as they were out of the way, I pushed between his legs, widening them.
I gripped the base of his cock. I had to use both forefingers and thumbs overlapping to reach all the way around the base.
Using both hands to pump, I lowered myself and licked across the head, taking his precum with me.
I hummed at the salty tang. Wanting more, I sucked the head into my mouth.
My tongue swirled as I took as much as I could.
When he hit the back of my throat with the head of his ginormous cock, I gagged.
But when he attempted to withdraw, I refused to budge.
I shook my head, gave a dissenting moan, then proceeded to give Zephyr a hand job along with a blow job.
His cock stretched my mouth and jaw to uncomfortable points, but I ignored it.
Every time I took him further and he made an appreciative, guttural groan, it spurred me on to do more.
I fondled his sac. Eventually, I let go of his cock with a resounding pop and kept pumping the base as I sucked and tongued his sac.
“Evie, I’m gonna blow if you don’t stop,” he warned.
Zephyr hadn’t been inactive while I gave him head.
He fondled my tits and feathered his fingers all over my skin, keeping me shaky and teetering closer to the precipice.
Hearing the strain in his tone and the truth in his voice, I sucked the head back into my mouth, taking him as deep as I could, and I hummed hard.
Zephyr’s fingers flexed in my hair, making my scalp bite.
I went up and down three times before he shouted, “I’m coming.”
Moments later, warm, salty cum flooded my mouth. I moaned as I swallowed it. When he finished ejaculating, I was pulled off him, lifted by my underarms, then whirled around and tossed onto the bed crossways. Zephyr stood over me.
He looked feral. My leggings and panties were torn off and tossed over his shoulder in a blink. Then, he pushed my legs apart and went down on his knees. A hand under my ass brought my bottom off the mattress, allowing him to reach me without bending as much.
That’s when I learned how a real man ate my pussy. And I would never be able to live with anything less than that. Zephyr feasted on me. He went all in, and there were no halfhearted licks or touches. He devoured me, causing me to cry his name and grip the bedsheet. I thought I might tear it.
He growled, hummed, and made these partial groaning sounds as he licked all over. Then he switched to sucking hard on my clit, and he teased my folds with his finger. From there, it was tongue thrusts inside of my vagina. A tongue slithered back to flutter over my asshole.
I came, shouting, “Leif!”
Except when I came down from the high of it, I realized he wasn’t finished with me.
Zephyr went straight to work, pushing me toward a second orgasm.
This time, he used all the previous techniques, as well as inserting his fingers into my vagina.
I was rocking on his fingers, gasping for air, when the wet tip of a finger pushed barely inside my ass. I bucked and sobbed.
“Please,” I shouted.
When more of his finger penetrated my back hole as another finger entered my vagina and fingerfucked me as he sucked on my clit, I lost control and climaxed. I clamped down hard on his fingers as I rocketed to the sky, then began a slow descent.
By the time I slumped unmoving on the mattress, Zephyr quit playing with me. Instead, he got to his feet. When I opened my eyes. I saw him watching me with a grin, as his hand worked his length repeatedly. He was hard. Instantly, I wanted more. I slowly sat up.
“Do you want this in your tight little pussy?” he asked.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” I whispered.
I felt my pussy producing more wetness to welcome him. He sat next to me on the edge of the mattress and patted his thighs.
“Then climb up here and ride my cock. I need to see you take it. I’m gonna ruin you so no other man can ever satisfy you. Let me inside you. Let me fuck you,” he demanded. His voice was so low and growly I almost didn’t understand him.
Weakly, I got to my feet. He grabbed my hips and yanked me to sit on his lap. Then, with one arm around my waist, he raised me high until the head of him lodged at the entrance of my vagina. Once there, he pulled me downward, penetrating me. I flung back my head and moaned as he pierced me.
“Watch us. See how your pussy takes my cock,” he ordered.