“Please,” I beg again. “I have an IUD, and you can pull out for all I care, but I want you bare.”
Rolling to my back, he moves over me, lining up his shaft between my legs. In one movement, he pushes his hips forward so that we’re flush against each other.
“Oh my, Everett…” I moan as his thick cock stretches me.
“Shit,” he says, “you feel too good.”
Pushing my hips upward, we begin to move against each other. The metal balls of his piercing make contact with my most sensitive spot, and I scream out his name again.
His mouth finds mine as we continue to match each other’s pace. Tonight feels more intense than ever before. It’s rough, but gentle. Naughty, but nice. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted with him, but nothing like we’ve ever had before.
“I need you to let go again,” he says, pulling his mouth away from mine. “I’m so fucking close, but I need to feel you come undone one more time.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Gimme three,” he says, rotating his hips perfectly. He pumps into me a few more times, and I’m gone. Falling again over theedge. His mouth meets mine, and he swallows my screams as my orgasm rips through me. Liquid floods between my legs as he continues to chase his own release and carries me through mine.
He groans into me, pulling out and painting my stomach and chest with his cum. The look on his face is feral as he comes down from his high.
“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” His eyes rake down my body, following the trail he left. My chest rises and falls, and I’ve never felt sexier than I do right now painted in him.
Without warning, he slowly moves down my body. His tongue glides up my center in a long, languid stroke before trailing across my stomach, through his own release.
My breath becomes more rapid as I watch in awe of him. His mouth finds mine, and the mix of our releases dance across my tongue, causing me to moan into him. The kiss is erotic. Our tongues tangle and our teeth clash. I can’t get enough.
He pulls away, and his mouth grazes just below my ear. “Did you taste that, Sugar?”
Swallowing hard, a small moan escapes me.
“Did you taste how good we are together?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
Rolling off the bed, he goes into the bathroom and returns a moment later with a warm towel. Gently, he cleans me up, something he’s never done before. There’s a tenderness to his gaze, and my heart flutters as I watch him.
“I’ve never come that hard,” I admit.
“I knew I could make you squirt,” he says, trailing the towel down my abdomen and over my thighs. “Fuck, you look beautiful.”
Bending down, he kisses me gently. He helps me out of bed, and I disappear into the bathroom to finish getting cleaned up while he remakes the bed.
I crawl back under the freshly changed sheets and melt into his embrace, certain in this moment that no matter what happens, I never want to know a world where he and I don’t exist together.
Chapter 39: The Devil’s Tango
Everett
Christmas Eve
Last night meant everything to me. I shouldn’t be surprised. She and I have had sex more times than I can count, and it’s always been incredible, but last night was transcendent.
Something felt different. It felt more intense. It felt like the words that neither of us have ever said.
Our bodies reacted to each other like they never have before, and seeing her covered in my release changed something in my chemistry. She looked like mine, and seeing her laying there like that with her chest heaving, her pupils blown, her skin flushed—it made me feel feral, like I would go to the ends of this world and the next for her and no one could stop me.
Those three little words were on the tip of my tongue the entire evening, but I didn’t say them for fear it would freak her out again and ruin our night, but I know I’m not going to be able to wait much longer.
My gut’s telling me that she isn’t just beginning to fall for me, that after last night, maybe like me, she’s already there.
