bobbing before the tiny hairs of his sculpted lower abdomen, and his hands lifted my shirt.
Strong yet gentle, they skimmed over my skin, lifting the material to my chin. He pulled it over my head, leaving it there as I felt his mouth drop to my pink laced bra.
Damp heat wrapped around my nipple, teeth pulling the cup down and hands pushing mine over my head.
Wrapping his tongue around one of the hardened buds, he grumbled out, “Fuck, I’ve missed these tits.” He moved to the other, giving it the same attention while one hand left mine. It ended up between my thighs, and a finger dunked inside to fuck me, slow and deep.
It was heady, too much, being laid out like this. My legs spread as his fingers tortured and his hot mouth laved at my breasts. I couldn’t see anything, only shadows through the material of the shirt that was heating with every breath I struggled to take. It heightened every touch, stroke, sound, and breath.
“Everett,” I warned. “You’ll make me come before—”
“I don’t care. Soaked isn’t good enough. I want you dripping. I want to hear it when I sink inside you.” His breathing was growing labored, matching my own as he murmured against my skin, curling his finger inside. “When I fuck you, I want you shaking from what I’ve done to you, from what I do to you.”
“Shit,” I choked out, my body stilling as ripples of tingling heat spread from between my legs, shooting everywhere.
He gripped my quaking thighs, and then he was inside me in one quick thrust.
My legs clamped around his back, and I rode the heavy aftershocks his invasion caused to roll through me.
He tugged at the shirt, and I tore it off, throwing it to the floor as my desperate hands grabbed for his face. His lips caressed, his hips gyrating into mine, circling and grinding.
A groan penetrated my foggy thoughts every time he slid out before driving back in. “I swear to God, Clover. It’s just me who gets this heaven now.” His lips brushed my cheek, moving to my ear to suck the lobe. “Understand?”
“You can’t leave.” I couldn’t stop myself from setting my worst fear free. “You can’t fucking leave, Everett.”
He paused, his hips, his mouth—all of him—stilling, and raised his head to stare down at me.
Thumbing a tear from my eye, he shook his head, remorse lining his forehead. “I’m here to stay, Stevie. So tell me, are you all mine?”
My smile wobbled as I pushed thoughts of dark eyes aside. I wrapped my arms around him, then rolled, shoving his chest until he was on his back, and I was sitting on his cock. “Does it not feel like I am?”
My hips rotated, and he sat up, hands moving up my back to grip my shoulders and push me down until I swallowed all of him and all breath had fled my lungs. My head fell back, and his lips pressed into my throat. “Now it does.”
Once I’d adjusted, I clung to his neck, my lips hovering over his as we both rocked our hips. A slow climb to ecstasy, an overwhelming sensation different from all the times we’d had sex before, but no less fervent in potency.
“So wet, so fucking warm.” His voice was as soft as the fingers stroking my back, tangling in my hair, and coasting over my ass. There was no room between our chests, our hearts echoing the same frenzied beat. “Do you feel me everywhere?”
“Every-fucking-where.” I gazed into his eyes, watched them ignite before his lips took mine, and I felt his finger glide down my ass.
I tensed. “Trust me?”
After a prolonged beat, I nodded.
He brought his fingers between us to my mouth. “Lick.” He groaned, hips jolting beneath me as I licked and sucked the two thick digits. “Your cunt tastes good, doesn’t it?”
My breath hitched as heat crawled into my cheeks, and my body squeezed his in response.
He chuckled. “So god damn beautiful.”
Our mouths met again, sliding over each other as his fingers found the tiny opening and began to rub. I jerked over him, and we both moaned.
He didn’t push inside, for which I was thankful. I wasn’t sure if I was ready or down for that, but the wet tickle of his finger was enough to make my thighs clench tighter around his hips, and all too soon, that tingling heat returned.
Our climax wasn’t fast and swift, it wasn’t pounded and beaten from us, but