Everett must’ve felt me freeze, because he tenses up, his hazel eyes locking on my own.
“Are you okay? Is it a flashback?” He places his hands on my hips, as if he means to lift me off of him, but I clutch at his shoulders desperately.
“No, it’s not that.” I kiss his cheek, his bottom lip, his upper one. “It’s just…”
“It’s just?”
“You’re…huge.” I gesture towards his erection, wondering if he’s oblivious to the lethal weapon between his legs or choosing to ignore it.
His eyes widen in surprise…and then a shit-eating grin spreads across his face.
“Huge?”
“Fucking massive,” I agree with a nod.
He chuckles and resumes kissing and nipping at my neck. “Fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me? Hearing you talk about my dick like that makes me hard as steel. God, I want nothing more than to worship you like the goddess you are. I want to lap at your sweet, perfect pussy until my name is the only one you remember. I want your wetness coating my tongue and lips for the rest of my life. Do you know I can smell when you’re aroused? It’s the best fucking smell in the world.”
He inhales deeply, and my pussy gushes, heat rushing through my veins.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.” One of his hands slips between my legs, his large fingers curling in my wet folds.
I gasp and rock my hips, helping him find a rhythm.
“Yes. Just like that, baby. Just like that. Ride my hand.” A sexy grin stretches his lips as he focuses on where he touches me, his fingers swallowed by my clenching pussy.
One of his fingers circles my core while the other teases my clit.
“Everett,” I moan, leaning forward to kiss him once more and trapping his hand between our bodies.
He chuckles against my lips. “Yes, baby?”
“More,” I breathe huskily, desperately jerking my hips forward to meet each thrust of his fingers.
“More?” His fingers slide deeper inside of me, curling up as they move back and forth. My eyelids flutter as sensations overwhelm me. “How about another finger?”
“Fuck, Everett.” I gasp as another finger joins the first two, eliciting moan after moan from my parted lips.
My hips rock as if they have a mind of their own, meeting each of his thrusts as I chase my release. I’m right on the edge, and any second I’ll teeter over that cliff side.
Faster. I need him to go faster.
He grips my chin with his free hand, his fingers bruising, and kisses me once more. Below, he begins to move his hand even faster, his digits curling deep inside of me as I cry out.
A smug grin splits his cheeks as he slowly pulls his wet fingers out of my cunt, bringing them to his lips to taste one after the other. I watch, transfixed, my chest heaving, as he sensually licks first one huge finger and then the next.
“Fucking divine,” he growls.
“Everett,” I moan, running my hands down his broad shoulders and corded forearms.
“Yes, baby?”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, kissing his chin.
He grunts, his hips jerking upwards. “What’s the magic word?”
“Now,” I snap.
A strangled noise—something between a moan and a laugh—escapes him, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back with him hovering over me. He keeps all of his weight on his arms so as to not crush me.
