That was until I didn’t want him touching me at all the last year of our relationship. It was to the point that I’d rather scratch my nails on a chalkboard than lay down with him or allow him to enter me. Before deciding to leave, we hadn’t been intimate in over four months. Prior to that, it was a very rare occasion that we got along for long enough to make it to bed together. I could count on one hand how many times I’d sexed Dewayne in a calendar year.
With Luca or anyone for the matter, I didn’t want to ignore my personal desires. I wanted to embrace them so that they’d beaccommodated immediately. Otherwise, I’d understand that the person simply isn’t for me and we could part ways sooner than later.
In my last relationship, I’d overlooked so much in the beginning, putting my personal desires on the back burner to fulfill all of my exes. When I finally realized it, things had gotten out of hand and I was the only one unfulfilled in the relationship. It was up to me to set the tone for how I wanted and deserved to be treated, and I wasn’t going to let anyone off easily. It was either the best or nothing at all. I’d suffered long enough. Those days were over.
When I felt Luca reposition his hand, my heart rate sped. I could feel the breath drain from my lungs as I fought the disappointment creeping up my spine. It wasn’t until I felt his fingers intertwined with mine that I settled and began to relax again. The gentle squeeze of reassurance that followed put me at ease.
I sat back as he handled the wheel, feeling like I was in a scene from one of my favorite love stories. Except I wasn’t. This was my life, and Luca was as real as they came. The sense of comfort I felt in his presence proved it.
SiR’s “The Recipe” serenaded our journey as we shared longing, soul-satisfying glances every minute or more. It wasn’t long before we were pulling up to the gate of the home we’d dropped him off at a day prior. He stretched his right arm out of the window to enter the code, seemingly not wanting to break the connection between us, either.
TWELVE
“I hope you don’t mind,”I said to Ever as I pulled into the driveway of my home. “I’d rather stay in and cook for you. With my release being so fresh, a public outing for us would include constant recognition from others, and I’d rather stay centered and give you my undivided attention.”
“I don’t,” she answered.
“If you’d rather us go elsewhere, I can arrange something with some privacy.”
“No. Your place is fine,” she confirmed.
Taking her word for it and finding it hard to believe she’d lie to me, I shut off the engine and released her from my grip. I stepped out of my truck and walked around to her side to helpher out. She hadn’t touched the door and I hadn’t wanted her to either. Ever was making it clear to me she wanted the royal treatment, and I wanted to make it clear to her it was exactly what I planned to give her.
I helped her climb down from the truck. The last thing I wanted was her busting her ass in the heels she wore. That would end our night before it even got started. She slid down my body slowly, ending in my arms with her feet on the ground.
“Thank you.”
“You look beautiful,” I shared with her.
Leaving it up for debate or for her to wonder about wasn’t an option. I wanted her to know exactly what I thought and how I felt about how she’d shown up for our date. When I first laid eyes on her in the black skirt, I couldn’t determine which I liked better. The skirt and the romper were going head up in competition.
Ever only smiled, not giving a verbal response. Her right hand snaked up my chest and ended at my neck, where she caressed me. I leaned into her delicacy before pushing forward and pecking her lips. She quickly wrapped both arms around my neck and refused to let me go.
“Kiss me again,” she demanded.
“Ever,” I warned.
“Again,” she begged, looking up at me.
I couldn’t deny her anything she wanted. Saying no to Ever would hurt my feelings more than it did hers. So, I wavered. I lowered my neck and watched as she traced my lips with her tongue before slipping it into my mouth. She was playing a dangerous game and I’d be a fool not to join her.
“You’re not going to make it to dinner if you keep this up, Ever,” I informed her as I attempted to pull back.
“I was thinking on the way over, and I’m not opposed,” she admitted, removing one hand from around my neck and placing it on my hard dick.
She rubbed it through my jeans, causing it to harden a bit more. I felt like it would bust through the fabric at any second. When I’d had enough of her antics, I pressed her back against the bottom of the passenger seat. I leaned down, following her skirt’s seam until I reached the bottom. I heard the loud gasp fall from her pretty lips as I raised the skirt in one swift motion, exposing the bodysuit that was underneath it.
“Luca,” she breathed rapidly and deeply.
“Too fucking late for that Luca shit. Don’t call me again unless you’re cumming on this dick.” I explained the rules of the game that she’d chosen to play.
It had been eight years since I’d slid into some pussy and though this wasn’t how I planned to slide into hers, she’d asked. I could only deliver. One thing I wouldn’t do is withhold anything from Ever that I knew she truly wanted or needed, whether she vocalized it or not.
I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans before either of us had a chance to ruin the moment with words. The twinkle in her eyes when my dick sprang from my jeans didn’t go unnoticed. I conjured a glob of spit and let it fall onto my dick for lubrication.
I swooped Ever’s small frame into my arms, slid everything that was blocking my entrance out of the way, and slowly slid into her. Inch by inch, I lowered her onto me. Her slipperiness was enough to get me deep inside of her pussy without assistance. She was soaking, and I planned to wring her dry before I let her in my house.
I kissed her lips again as we both groaned heavily into one another’s mouth. For the first few seconds, I didn’t move. Icouldn’t, too afraid that it would be the end of our adventure and it had just started.
