Chapter 15 #2
Then he kisses down my neck across my collarbone and down to my left breast. He teases my nipple with his tongue and lips while playing with the other with his fingers.
I’m writhing beneath him almost immediately.
It’s been way too long. I thought of him every night.
Had dirty dreams. Used my vibrator as much as possible.
But there is no substitute for Everett Clark’s hands and mouth.
After he has my nipples firm and tingling, he works his way down the rest of my body until he’s nestled between my thighs. He parts my folds with his thumbs, humming his pleasure. “I missed you.”
I laugh lightly. “She missed you, too,” I tell him.
He chuckles and gives my clit kiss. “We’ll never be parted again.”
My laugh is cut off when he gives me a long firm lick.
He doesn’t let me up for air for even a second after that. Licking, swirling, sucking until I’m wiggling and gasping his name. Then he adds a finger. Then two.
I don’t even try to hold back. I let the orgasm coil fast and tight and then let go in a sharp, glorious explosion of color and sensation.
“Yes! Everett, oh yes!”
But he hasn’t finished, and he isn’t going to be easy on me.
“How many orgasms have you had without me? Since your mom‘s kitchen at Christmas?” he asks.
I’m still seeing pretty glittery stars behind my eyelids, and I shake my head. “I don’t know. A few.”
He crawls up my body and slips his fingers between my lips.
Instinctively, I suck, tasting myself. That makes the pulsing between my legs go on even longer.
“How many?” he asks again.
My eyes open and lock with his. He pulls his fingers from my mouth.
Oh, I know what he’s getting at. I swallow. “A couple of times a week. I tried to resist.”
Plus, I’m living at my parents' house. I can’t just do that whenever I want to.
He quickly does the math. “So at least twelve or fourteen.”
My eyes widen. “You are not giving me fourteen orgasms before you fuck me, Everett!”
His mouth curls. “It’s very tempting, Ginger. Those are orgasms you stole from me.”
I shake my head. “I know, but fourteen? You’ll kill me.” I lift my hips and wrap my legs around his waist, pressing against the very hard cock nestled against me. “And you can’t wait that long, can you?”
His eyes darken, but he lowers his head to kiss me, growling against my mouth. “You’re right. I should get fourteen orgasms before you get another.”
I grin against his lips. He’d never.
“Well…if you want to hold off on fuc—”
He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue mimicking exactly what I want him doing between my legs.
As he kisses me, I feel him working on his fly. I start unbuttoning his shirt and together we strip him naked.
Moments later, I’m gripping his hard, throbbing cock. “God, Everett, I’ve missed this so much.”
He surges into my hand. “I’m not above reminding you repeatedly over the next few days that it’s your fault we haven’t been doing this regularly for the past few months.”
I kiss him as I stroke him hard. He groans into my mouth, and I feel him take both of my thighs, spreading them and lifting them toward my chest.
Oh, yes.
He lifts his mouth long enough to say, “Condom.”
“IUD.”
His gaze turns even more intense. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
We used condoms in Denver, but I haven’t been with anyone since him, and I know the same is true for him. I trust that he wouldn’t fuck me without protection if there was any chance it wasn’t safe for me.
“Jesus, Ginger,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Need you, Everett,” I whisper, pressing him where I need him.
“Yes, sweetheart. Yes.”
He’s still gripping my thighs, and he presses me wide open as he thrusts forward.
I take him deep, reveling in the stretch, the friction, the heat, the way he fills me. It was so damned good in Denver, but now? It’s unbelievable.
It was hot, incredible physically, so, so satisfying the first time.
But now, I know this man. I trust him. I love him.
And I wasn’t prepared for how amazing sex with him would be now.
I choke back a sob as he thrusts deep.
“Never going without you again,” he rasps in my ear.
“Never,” I agree.
“You’re mine. Forever. No matter what. Promise me.”
I don’t know how he’s talking while he’s fucking me. I can barely breathe. In a good way.
“Yes. Yes, Everett. Forever,” I pant between thrusts.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
Suddenly he rolls, taking me over on top of him. He kisses me deeply as he thrusts up into me. Then he presses me up.
“Fuck me, Ginger.”
I do. I ride him, our gazes locked, as our bodies tighten and climb together.
“God, Everett. Yes.”
“Ginny!”
I come one second before he does, every inch of my body tightening, coiling, heating, and then expanding.
“Everett!”
He roars my name again, gripping my hips hard as he fills me up.
I collapse forward, loving the feel of him pressing up into me. He wraps his arms around me, and I tuck my head against his neck, letting the pleasure wash over me as I breathe him in, feel him everywhere, realize that this is what I want.
Not the sex. Well, not just the sex. Being loved and cherished, being more important to someone than anything else. Being more important than anything else to this man.
This is more important than the job. Than any job.