I groan, coming in her pussy, wishing that condom wasn’t there because I want to feel all of her. She screams in pleasure, and I grin, loving a loud woman in the bedroom. A woman who understands that giving her body over to a man who knows how to fuck her properly is the best form of submission.
Evie is all woman, and she is all mine.
Now I need to make her understand that I can’t let her go.
Chapter Seven
Once we catch our breath, Everett offers me his shower, and I take him up on it.
“I’ll get dinner started. You made me work up an appetite.”
“That sounds great.”
In the bathroom, I lean against the door, catching my breath from the whirlwind. My legs still feel shaky, and my pussy still hums with pleasure.
Everett fucked me hard, with so much desperation and longing. Desire.
I run my hands over my bare body, wondering why I didn’t feel so exposed with a man who is a stranger.
But I don’t. Somehow, in the space of a few hours, I feel seen.
I shower quickly, surprised to see all his bathroom products are homemade. Mason jars line the bathroom counter, salves, and essential oils, but not in a prissy way.
No, everything here screams self-reliance.
Everything here screams I’m my own goddamn man.
I think about my bathroom counter at home. Bath and Body Works has pretty much been a staple in my life since I was twelve years old. I live for the buy one get one free sales at Sephora. My makeup alone would overrun Everett’s minimalist space.
Of course, I have a space for everything in my bathroom. I even wrote a blog post titled, Organizing Your Makeup Essentials.
Though in truth, my “essentials” included a Top 100 Must-Have list of products. Which is laughable, considering Everett’s goal of having only 100 items in his possession.
I try to imagine his eyes if he saw my house. J. Crew, Nordstrom, and Free People catalogs stacked on my Pottery Barn coffee table. Not to mention my closets.
Let’s just say I have a slight shoe addiction.
I dry off, pressing my face to the towel, relishing the smell of Everett... the smell of a real man. Looking in the mirror I realize I don’t have a purse or toiletries... or any concealer. I was naked before him and I didn’t feel exposed, but now with my makeup washed off and my face bare... I feel naked.
I towel dry my hair and tuck strands behind my ear. Everett had given me a flannel shirt and a pair of boxers before I went to the shower. Slipping them on now, I like the way his large shirt cuffs fall over my hands. It makes me feel smaller than I usually do and that feels good. I pull on his boxers and roll down the waistband a few times, then I look at my butt in the mirror and smile.
At least my rear looks cute.
I step out of the bathroom, not quite sure what the rest of the night will hold. We’ve already fucked one another up and down, but I admit to already wondering if there could be more of that.
I wouldn’t resist.
In the kitchen, Everett is stirring a pot and as I enter, he smiles in that stoic way of his.
“You look beautiful,” he tells me.
“Oh, shut up,” I brush him off, peering over the counter see what he’s making. Chili and cornbread. Perfect meal for a night like this.
“I’m pretty impressed with your homemade bathroom products,” I tell him. “You do a lot of arts and crafts?”
“Arts and crafts? Not exactly.” He doesn’t offer more and that annoys me.
“What?” he asks, apparently recognizing my facial expression.
“It’s just... the way you don’t fill the gaps on your own? It’s kind of annoying.”
That makes Everett laugh again. It’s like every time I blurt something out that’s maybe not exactly appropriate, he gets a kick out of it. He gets a kick out of me.
“Sorry, Evie. I’m not trying to be difficult. I’m just not sure what exactly you’re looking for in terms of an answer.”
“How about just an explanation. S, you’re this hot mountain man who lives all by himself, but why? What do you do all day? Do you ever get bored? And where do get your groceries?”
“So you’re saying you want to know the whole damn story?”
“Yeah, I do. I mean, I know about your you know what.” I circle around his cock --which is pretty epic in terms of proportions. “But besides