The stretch of him is like nothing else I’ve ever felt. He’s big, sure, but it feels like he’s cleaving me in two, heavy and thick and pulsing with heat inside of me. He feeds every inch of himselfinto me slowly, one hand on my hip to hold me still as I acclimate to the sensation.
I haven’t managed a full breath since he slid in, every inhale stolen by a gasp or a moan.
He’s shaking ever so slightly as he leans down to kiss me. It’s softer, a distraction for both of us, but I don’t want to be distracted. I want to be overwhelmed, every thought fucked right out of my head, and as soon as I can breathe a little steadier I roll my hips against his. He grunts, biting down on my bottom lip.
I can see the need boiling in his eyes.
“Come on,” I plead, arching up against him again. “Take me.”
The next thrust is enough to make me see stars, and after that, it’s all just fireworks and blistering pleasure. Our kisses turn sloppy and my hold on him turns to nails digging into his shoulders, clutching onto him to keep myself anchored.
He’s holding my hips hard enough that it hurts, just a little twinge, and part of me hopes the press of his palms bruise my skin. I want to see the marks he leaves on me.
Just like before, he manages to work me up in a matter of minutes, the noises slipping from me turning from moans to muffled screams. I rake my nails down his back, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. The shift changes the angle just enough to have him pounding straight into a spot that has my toes curling.
“Oh fuck, Everett! Just like that,” I say, my hips rising to meet his.
“I won’t last like this,” he huffs, but doesn’t stop slamming into me.
I try to laugh, but it comes out as a pitchy moan as I get closer and closer to my peak.
“What, only—fuck—only got one round in you, old man?” I tease.
He chuckles darkly against the hollow of my throat, and his thrusts only get deeper. I don’t even have a chance to warn him before my orgasm burns through me.
I toss my head back on a shout of pleasure, my legs spasming around his waist. I faintly hear his answering groan as his hips stutter and lose their rhythm, but I can’t focus on anything but my own crest. I’ve never came this hard in my life. Everett slowly stills above me, the hair on his chest scratching against my skin pleasantly as he gets his breathing under control.
He kisses me again, slow and lazy. His mouth trails from my lips to my jaw, traveling up over my cheek until he reaches my brow and presses one final peck there. I giggle, shifting under him and sighing at the pleasant weight of him.
“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out of me, collapsing to the bed at my side.
I have a moment of worry that he’s going to get up and walk out, but he slides his arm beneath my waist and tugs me close to his side. He’s warm and firm, and I don’t allow myself to think about any of the repercussions of this as I snuggle into his side.
Consequences are for the morning, not the afterglow.
For the next few minutes, we just bask. The bed is soft, and it’s warm pressed against each other like this. The way Everett pets my hair makes me sleepy.
“I’d say we should shower, but I don’t think I can stand,” I joke, looking up at him with a grin.
Instead of the begrudging grin I expect to find on his face, he’s looking down at me with undisguised heat. There’s a wicked smile on his lips, and he clicks his tongue against his teeth in teasing reprimand as he rolls me beneath him again.
I gasp when I realize he’s hard again.
“Tapping out already?” he asks. “I thought you wanted another round.”
EVERETT
Iwake when the sun rises.
It’s a habit so ingrained after decades of working on the ranch that I doubt I’ll ever break it. As much as I’d love to sleep in today, I’m not all that upset. Mary’s still asleep, curled onto my chest and breathing softly. The blankets are pulled up to her waist, leaving the swell of her breasts free to my gaze. Waking up early is worth it to watch the sunrise shift from purple to pink to orange on her skin.
I lean down to brush a strand of hair away from her cheek so I can press a kiss there.
There’s nothing that I’d like more than to lounge in bed with her, but there’s still work to be done. We’re down a man today, since Al is recovering from heat-stroke, and I can’t afford to waste time. He’s the one who keeps track of what needs to happen day to day, which means that I have to figure out exactly what I need everyone to do. Knowing him, there’s probably a list somewhere in the office, but that won’t account for him being out today and the time I’ll be off the ranch picking him up.
As quietly as I can, I untangle myself from her arms and slip out of bed.
She pouts sleepily, groping around the empty bed until she comes across my pillow and pulls it toward her. I’m more than a little grateful that she’s asleep, because I’m positive the smile on my face is huge and embarrassingly sappy.
