“Yeah, I guess. Does that surprise you? Upset you?” She’s playing with our joined hands as she asks.
“Why don’t you tell me how the convo went, and we’ll go from there.” I sulk silently for the next ten minutes while she lays it all out for me. About halfway through, when she gets to the part where she’s passed out on the bed, she lets go of my hand and starts picking at invisible lint on my sweats. I clasp her hand in mine and bring it to my lips. I rub it back and forth against them. The delicate skin gliding across my lips soothes me, and I hope her too. It must because she continues the story until it’s done—until she says she hugged him goodbye and came to find me.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” I drape her arm around my neck and pluck her off the couch and onto my lap, grunting a little with the effort.
Her bent knees settle on either side of me as her butt plops down on my thighs. “I mean, duh. But you can still tell me.”
“I love you, sassy girl. I love your heart. Your capacity to forgive.” I place small kisses on her lips with each declaration.
“Hmm, what else do you love?” Her eyes turn storm-cloud gray.
I love it when she’s playful, confident in her allure, but I keep it to myself. Instead, I grip my hands under her thighs and flip her onto her back along the couch and brace myself above her using my forearms.I feel the burn in my overworked abs. I must grimace too because I watch her brows crease as her eyes bounce back and forth studying mine.
“Are you hurt?”
The concern in her voice has me shaking my head quickly. “No, no. Just went a little hard on the crunches.” I chuckle to drive home my denial. I settle into the space between her legs and watch her eyes darken again. I dip my head and rub my lips softly against hers.
She parts hers right away and tilts her head to fuse our mouths, and we devour each other.
Yes, I was low-key losing my mind with her out there alone talking to that douchebag, but she doesn’t know that. Does she need to? I don’t think so. She explained to me why she wants to forgive him, why she did forgive him apparently, and that he didn’t act maliciously, that he was manipulated and lied to by Kendall also. Would I have forgiven so easily in her shoes? I don’t know. As a guy, I don’t know if I could accurately answer that. That she is okay is my main concern. I do worry that she may compartmentalize so completely that she doesn’t give herself permission to feel all the things. Maybe that’s why I want to make her feel good this way. Or maybe I’m just crazy in love with her and, because I am, I want to show her how much—like all the time. I’ll never get enough of watching her body respond to me so completely.
After a few moments, I pull back and take in her glazed eyes and swollen lips before I say, “I love the way you kiss me.”
“I love the wayyoukissme,” she throws right back, her chest still rising and falling with her mounting desire.
“Yeah? What else do you love?” I play her game.
Looking at me from under her lashes, she hesitates and decides to play it coy. “I’m pretty sure you know what I love by now.”
“M-hm, I do. But maybe I wanna hear you say it.”
This makes her squirm under me and squeeze her legs against my hips. She closes her eyes and parts her lips to speak but doesn’t say anything. I second-guess taking things to aphysicallevel. Maybe we need to have more talking. We are insatiable for each other. It’s never enough. But I make myself chill, wanting to track how she’s really feeling before our desire drowns out everything else.
“I love your hands.” Her shy admission pulls me out of my pondering. Sucked back into her, us, I nod, my eyes boring into hers. “On me,” she adds, her pupils taking over her irises.
I dip my head till my lips are right at the base of her ear. “On you where?” My tongue snakes out to skim her lobe before drawing it into my mouth, sucking lightly.
“Anywhere. Everywhere.” Her reply is breathy as her pelvis rises to meet mine.
“Yeah?” I ask. I don’t wait for an answer when I ask, “Here?” I slide my hand over the thin, soft fabric of her T-shirt and seize her breast. I feel her head nod against my lips, still kissing and sucking on her ear and neck. I slip my hand under the cotton and tease her nipple already hardened and begging to be touched.
She arches her chest into my hand.
I pull the hem of the fabric up and replace my fingers with my lips, kissing and sucking while my hand slides lower. The elastic band of her sweats gives without any resistance. I smile at the easy access. Gliding my hands past the lacy edge of her thong, I find her so slippery with excitement I almost forget our game. I pull my lips off her nipple witha pop. “Here?” I barely breathe the word when I feel her head nodding again, and it’s all I need. I plunge two fingers into her sweet spot.
Her exhale is long, part moan, part answer. “Ughhh huh.” With my thumb driving her crazy on the outside and my fingers driving her crazy on the inside, her thigh muscles are taut and want to clench shut, but my weight between her legs won’t allow it. Her eyes are pinched shut and her head tosses to one side, then the other.
“I got you, Ever. I know what you like. What you love.” I keep the pressure going—slow circles, my thumb and finger meeting through the sensitive velvet skin at her apex. Just as she’s about the come, I capture her lips in a kiss, suctioning her mouth to mine.
When her orgasm hits, she bites down on my bottom lip as I swallow her crying moan.
While the spasms subside, I slowly slide my fingers out, eliciting a tiny moan from her at the vacancy.
“Mmmm. Yeah, I like that,” she rasps, her voice husky with desire.
A delighted laugh rumbles through my chest. I kiss her again, loudly smacking her lips.
“That too,” she adds after my kiss, but she’s squirming a little under me. I don’t make her wait.
