Zephyr Chapter 13 #2
We left Fenrir, Spoiler, and Slayer to settle in as I led Everlyn to our room.
Dropping the packs with our clothing in them on the floor inside the door, I took our toiletries into the bathroom and placed them as she explored.
With six bedrooms, there were three shared bathrooms. Fenrir and my sisters had insisted that Everlyn and I get one to ourselves.
Along with determining who was in which cabins and rooms, we’d also discussed the rules.
I had warned Fenrir, more than Slayer and Spoiler, not to walk around naked.
For us, we’d been together for so long, and there hadn’t been real privacy growing up.
Therefore, it was nothing for us to be naked in front of each other.
However, Everlyn had never been exposed to that.
I knew I’d have to warn her, because she’d likely see it one day.
Hopefully, she’d be able to deal with it.
My woman came back from checking out the bathroom.
“Wow, this is really nice. Who are we sharing the bathroom with? I saw the other door. And how did you guys get these? It had to be hard and expensive.”
“These cabins are great. The owner, Kenny, always gives us first pick and a deal. We helped him out a few years back when he broke down. We try to tell him we’ll pay full price, but he won’t hear of it.
I can tell you that a lot of people are jealous of us because we get them.
We schedule them for the following year before we even leave.
“As for who we’re sharing the bathroom with, no one. That bedroom is left empty. Slayer and Spoiler are sharing one, and Fenrir gets his own this time, too. They wanted to ensure we had as much privacy as possible.”
“Oh, they did? And why would that be?” she asked in a sultry voice.
It was all I could do today, not to drag her off behind a building or into a stall and ravish her.
Her natural beauty and sexiness had been enhanced.
Sure, the sexy top and the way her jeans molded her body were a turn-on.
But it was more than that. It was seeing her fitting into my world and my property cut on her back, proclaiming she was mine, that pushed me to the edge.
I knew she’d seen the erection that tented my jeans today.
And so had others, not that I gave a damn if they did.
As I stared back at her, she slipped off her cut and hung it on one of the hooks on the wall near the bedroom door.
Mine followed. Then it was our boots and socks.
I saw the hunger in her expression, and I knew she saw mine, along with the erection trying to push through my damn jeans.
When she went to remove her top, I stopped her.
“Wait. Let me. I want to unwrap you,” I told her.
She let her arms fall at her sides. “Why don’t you unwrap me in the bathroom, and then we can wash away the dirt and sweat of the day and see what else we might be able to do?”
She gave me a come-hither finger wave, then walked toward the bathroom.
I was right on her heels. Inside, I made a hasty choice: bathtub or shower.
Both were doable for fun. The tub was massive, the shower fit us comfortably, and it had a built-in bench.
I chose the shower this time. The tub would have to wait.
I walked her backward until her back was almost touching the wall.
With her trapped there, I began the unwrapping. Her edgy, sexy top came off first. I placed it in the hamper. Her bra underneath was a smoke gray, edged in lace. It unclipped in the front, so a flick of the fingers had it undone, and it slid off her shoulders. She tossed the bra on the counter.
Her generous tits tempted me, but I resisted them, mostly.
I ran my fingertips from her collarbones, down over the tips of her tits, over her middle to the waist of her jeans, where I stopped to unsnap and unzip them.
Then, I removed her gun and put it on the counter.
Once that was out of the way, I hooked my thumbs into the sides of her pants and pushed them down, making sure I took her underwear with them.
Everlyn stepped free of the rest of her clothing by holding onto me.
Knowing I had little self-control and that if I allowed her to undress me, I’d never hold back to get into the shower.
I stripped off my clothes, tossing them into the hamper.
As soon as we were both naked, I moved over and turned on the shower.
It would only take seconds to have hot water thanks to the tankless water heater in the cabin. Kenny had ensured his renters’ comfort.
Then, I brought her body against mine. My cock pressed into her middle, causing her to moan and me to growl. One swift kiss was all I allowed myself before I swung her into the shower with me, shutting us in.
During the day, she’d unbraided her hair and left it down. I tilted her head back to wet it. As soon as it was soaked, I applied her shampoo.
“I can wash it, Leif,” she murmured.
“I know you can, but I want to. I love playing with your hair,” I reminded her.
As I shampooed and conditioned her thick mane, Everlyn wasn’t passive. She kept running her hands all over my body, but she avoided touching my aching cock. It was either because she knew I was on edge, or she wanted to push me to breaking and begging for her to touch me there.
Somehow, I hung on and finished her hair. I quickly wet mine. That was when she insisted on washing my hair. I admit, it felt incredible to have someone else not just wash and condition my hair, but also scrub my beard. No one had done it in my adult life. I felt like purring like a goddamn cat.
When our hair was clean, it was time to wash the rest of us.
This task was more complicated. We both wanted to touch the other, so we ended up at times bumping hands and twisting ourselves into weird positions, but the laughter added to the spice for me.
Her nipples were hard pebbles, begging for my mouth. My cock wept precum.
When there was nothing left to clean other than between our legs, I knew I was about to break.
I shuddered when her soft hand slipped between my legs, cupped my balls, and gently rolled them and tugged, followed by her then gripping the base of my cock and stroking up and down.
However, I gave as good as I got. While Everlyn did that to me, I was rubbing back and forth through her folds and bumping her distended clit, causing her to cry out and pant.
She was so slick between her legs. We soaped and rinsed, but kept touching each other.
Suddenly, she whispered to me. “Leif, hurry, I need you. I can’t stand any more torture, baby.”
“Pokk sé goeunum, thank be to the gods, neither can I. If I get too rough, tell me,” I said hoarsely.
“Take me, Leif,” she said.
Letting out a growl, I knew I had to do one thing before I fucked her.
I dropped down, shoved her legs apart, and buried my mouth between her legs.
I had to have a taste of her unique spice.
As I licked and sucked, causing her to cry my name and tug on my scalp, I reached up and teased and tugged on her distended nipples.
She released more spiciness into my mouth, which I lapped up greedily.
I lasted maybe a minute before I had to quit.
As I stood, Everlyn released my hair. I maneuvered her until she was facing away from me and toward the bench. I pressed on the middle of her back. She took my hint and bent over, placing her hands flat on the tile bench.
“Hang on,” I told her as I guided my cock to her opening.
Once it was pressed to the outside of its home, I gripped her hips and yanked her back on my cock. Everlyn wailed my name and the word please as I buried my cock up to my balls.
I shouted, “Fuck,” as I bottomed out.
I shuddered when she shimmied her hips and then dared to clench her inner vaginal muscles around me. I slapped one ass cheek.
“Behave,” I warned her.
Everlyn giggled. “Why? Is it bothering you?” she asked coyly.
I answered her by spanking the other cheek, withdrawing, and then thrusting home faster and slightly harder this time.
Her back arched as she shouted, “Jesus Christ!”
“No, just Leif,” I said between clenched teeth.
“Please, hurry, baby,” she whined.
And that’s exactly what I did. And as I rode her, I teased her clit, her puckered asshole, and kept spanking her.
Everlyn went wild and slammed herself back every time I went to thrust fully back inside her pussy.
Over and over we went—the desire inside of me wound tighter.
My gut and pelvis were tight and on fire.
I don’t know how long it took, but she’d had one orgasm already when I blew.
Everlyn screamed as if she were being turned inside out.
As for me, I grunted and snorted as I pumped load after load of cum deep inside of her.
She strangled my cock until I saw stars, followed by dark spots.
I admit, as I did, I couldn't help but wish we could create a baby. And I knew with absolute clarity that I loved her. There was no denying it. I’d fallen, and it wasn’t due to the utterly mind-blowing sex we had. It was so much more.