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“I can stop if you want me to.” His fingertips danced just above my mound, savoring the smoothness of my skin, the texture of my shaved pubic hair. “But neither of us will be able to think clearly as long as we resist this.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Okay. Fine.” Everett kissed my neck, exhaling through his nose. The sensation made my hair rise. “I won’t be able to think clearly until I feel you,” he growled.
His other hand pushed under my shirt. It must have taken every ounce of self-control he had to not go any further than caressing the ridges of my ribs with one hand, the edge of my hairline with the other. He waited, kissing my neck as I made up my mind. He was right, though. The longer I stood there wrapped up in his arms, the foggier my brain became.
Finally, I gripped his wrist and guided his hand down my groin until his fingers reached my entrance. A rumble slipped from his throat as he teased my clit. “How far do you want me to go?” he asked.
“Make me cum,” I told him.
“Gladly.”
Everett turned me to the nearest wall. I braced my arms against it as he slid my shorts down my hips, then pulled my shirt up over my chest. With one hand, he squeezed my left breast, pinching my nipple, and with the other he plunged his fingers inside me, massaging my lips until I was dripping wet. He breathed heavily against my neck, picking up a rhythm with his hips against mine. The bulge I’d spied this morning had returned. I felt it rubbing against my ass, desperate for touch while he pleasured me.
“Fuck, Ais. You drive me mad,” he said under his breath.
I pressed back against him, wanting to savor his erection and worsen his madness. My chest felt tight again, phlegm building in my lungs, but I swallowed the urge to cough. All I wanted to experience was Everett.
“Do you like this?”
“Yeah,” I panted.
“You like having my fingers inside you?”
“Yes. You’re really good at it.” I could already feel the heat rising in my loins, building under my skin with the hunger for release.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he murmured. Nibbling on my ear, his teeth and hot breath made all my senses fire. Everett fell into a medium-paced tempo of rubbing my pussy, stimulating all my sensitive spots, feeding my pleasure until the swirling motion of his hand had lifted me into a shuddering orgasm. I gasped, tipping my head back against his shoulder, moaning and trembling as ecstasy rushed through me.
He never stopped, carrying me through the orgasm with his fingers until my muscles slackened and I sighed.
Everett planted his clean hand against the wall, suckling on his fingers before kissing my neck again. “Can I fuck you?”
“Do you think you can make me cum a second time?”
“Is that a challenge?”
I snickered. “If it motivates you, then yes.”
The lack of laughter from him warned that he was serious about this. He wasn’t just messing around with me, he was on a mission. Everett grabbed my hips again and maneuvered me back toward his bedroom, guiding me to the foot of the bed, then turning me around. I didn’t need any more grabbing and guiding to be persuaded onto the bed, flinging away my clothes before lifting myself up and laying back. He stood right in front of me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes greedily pried for every flutter of reaction in me, observing me as I observed him, unable to deny how my heart raced with every inch of his chest he revealed. Button by button, he exposed the hard musculature beneath his sharp collar bones, his chest hair shining in the light and trailing down the middle of his stomach, thinning around his belly button, then growing dense between his hips. The hard ligaments below his stomach drew my eyes to the tent pitched in his black underwear. Once his shirt fell off his body, his underwear went next. I couldn’t resist the desirous moan creeping from my lips as he displayed the full length of his cock for me, thick and uncircumcised, emphasizing his untamed heritage. He stroked himself a few times, purely showing off, then went to the bedside table and withdrew a condom from the drawer.
I could think of nothing else than having Everett inside me.
His weight on the bed was enough to trigger my arousal. As he knelt between my knees, I rubbed my breasts and watched him roll the condom on. Then he moved my hand away and bent over me, mouthing at my nipple and kissing the skin. I tingled at the feeling of his tongue. Pulling forward, I set my hand on the back of his neck, trying to draw him toward me—aching to kiss him—but he sat up and avoided me. At the moment, I didn’t think anything of it. He distracted me well enough by spreading my thighs, caressing my clit as he slowly pressed the head of his cock into my lips. Then, he gently thrust inside me, groaning as my warmth wrapped around him.
“How’s that?”
“Big,” I muttered, breathing hard every time he pushed into me. When I took all of him in, the pressure he exerted on me smothered every other sense with pleasure. It was manageable until he picked up the pace and penetrated me harder, then it hurt—but not enough to make me want it to stop. He was so big that it was bound to hurt. I wanted all of him, no matter the consequences.
Everett held my thighs against his sides, pounding hard and peering down at me. His grey eyes were shaded by his knitted eyebrows, concentrating on the sensations he elicited. Just the sight of his body sent my mind reeling, but the added pleasure of his thumb working on my clit deprived me of all thought. “Everett… Don’t stop… Please…”
“You’re so tight. I want to feel you cum on my cock,” he growled, bending over me to fill me even more.
“I’m about to,” I breathed. “Ev…!”
All too quickly, ecstasy suffocated me, taking hold of me and blinding me to all else. My body arched and tightened, ripping a moan out of him as he relished my excitement. Heat and desire and bliss coursed through me, prolonged by the hard rocking thrusts of Everett’s hips as he continued above me. He kept going even as the heights of my orgasm abated, but it never stopped feeling good. Leaning back, he pressed my thighs together and clutched my ankles above his shoulders, pounding faster. I was acutely aware of the moment his own climax struck.
Everett pressed forward, pushing my legs as he drove his cock as far inside me as he could. A groan stuttered from his throat, hips twitching as he released all of the pent-up lust I had spawned in him. It was intense enough that even I moaned again, feeling everything despite the condom, then as the orgasm abated he stabilized himself with a hand beside my body and caught his breath, his shoulders rising and falling.
We laid like that for a minute before Everett sat up and pulled out of me.
“How was that for you?” he asked, removing the condom.
I remained sprawled out on the bed, still panting. “Great.”
“Good.”
Everett drifted into the ensuite and I heaved onto my side, still sensitive enough to feel the pleasure throbbing away in my groin. When he returned, I expected him to join me on the bed. Instead, he gazed down at me, and then gestured at the bed. “Make yourself comfortable. I don’t want to get into your personal space.”