There’s probably more to be said. Questions to ask, boundaries to set, discussions to have. They all fall to the wayside when Everett takes a hesitant step forward.
As soon as his foot crosses the threshold of my room, we crash together gracelessly—needy, desperate, and unthinking, just like we were for our first kiss. It’s so different this time, however. The tsunami of need washes over me even more aggressively, leaving me gasping against his mouth. His arms are bare beneath my palms, and the soft cotton of his pants brushes against my bare legs as I yank him closer.
I’m only wearing a loose shirt and panties, but it suddenly feels like far too much. I tear my mouth away from his to yank at the hem of his shirt.
“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me,” I breathe out, as I strip his shirt over his head.
He answers me with an animalistic growl and a wide, toothy grin. I don’t have a chance to process that before he wraps me up in his arms and carries me over to the bed. My breath rushes out of me as he lays me down on the mattress and blankets me with his body. He feels so much hotter on top of me here than he did by the river. It’s probably just because the house is cool, but I want to think it’s because he’s desperate.
“Every time I get my hands on you—” he says, tugging my shirt impatiently over my head, “ I tell myself that I’m going to go slow, take care of you.”
I can only respond with a breathy moan as he traces the same path he followed earlier, the rough brush of his beard against my skin turning my mind to mush.
“But then every time I touch you, I lose my goddamn mind,” he grunts.
He presses a kiss to my hip as he yanks my underwear down my legs, and I arch up into every searing point of contact. There’s a glint in his eyes when he looks up at me that says he wants to taste me again, but I’m so impatient it hurts. I don’t give him time to make a move, guiding him back up as soon as my panties hit the floor. He follows easily, catching my lips in a burning kiss as I twist him into the position I want him in.
A groan vibrates between our lips when I shove him down onto his back and straddle him. His hands fly up to my hips, clutching at me, and I moan at the scratch of his calluses against my skin.
I can feel how hard he is already, pressing up against me through his pants.
“You’re overdressed,” I say with a grin.
“Could fix that,” he offers without hesitation.
I bite his bottom lip before pulling back entirely. I can’t see any color on his face in the dark of the room, but something tells me he’s blushing when I stand between his thighs and tuck my fingers beneath the waistband of his pants.
“I’ll help you out.”
His breath hitches as I pull his pants down, baring his cock to the cool night air. He’s hard to the point of leaking, precum on the tip of his cock. I reach out to trace my fingertip down the length, and it jumps at the first touch.
A ragged groan tears out of Everett’s throat, and I glance up to see his hands fisted in the sheets and his eyes practically devouring me.
“You never answered me,” I whisper, wrapping my hand around his cock and giving him a slow stroke.
He makes a sound that’s somewhere between questioning and completely blissed out.
“I asked if you were going to fuck me, Everett.”
He surges up just enough to yank me back down and roll on top of me. I laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck, spreading my legs easily for him when he slots his knee between my thighs. One of his hands is steady on the side of my face, holding me still so he can kiss me brainless. The other leaves a burning trail behind it as it races down my body to slip between my thighs.
“I’m absolutely going to fuck you,” he promises.
His voice is like sandpaper, and I can taste his need on his tongue. We both groan at the first touch of his fingers to my cunt. They immediately slide over my clit. My back bows and I arch up into his touch, desperate for more.
“You’re so wet already,” he whispers.
“You left me hanging earlier,” I remind him.
I don’t tell him that I’m still this needy even after getting myself off in the shower. It’s not mere anticipation that has me soaked—it’s him.
“Guess I’ll have to fix that, then.”
I don’t have time to come up with something witty to say. The head of his cock is hot when he slides it up against my folds, and I whimper his name when he rubs it teasingly over my clit. He pauses for just long enough to look at me questioningly, and I nod.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper.
He doesn’t hesitate a second longer.
