“You . . .”
I pull out.
“Love me.”
I slam into her again.
“Ugh.” A cry rips from her throat.
“I’ll always love you,” I growl into her ear and drive into her again.
Her legs are quivering with the buildup, her thighs pinned tight against me, wanting to clench together.
“You wanna come for me, Ever?”
She nods against my lips still pressed to her ear.
“I know. I can feel you shaking. For me.” I swirl my hips as I pulse into her a few times. “Tell me.”
“Make me come, Julie.” She moans it and when she adds my name, I groan into her ear.
“Ugh, yes, Ever. Gonna make you feel so good.” I reach my hand between us and roll the hard bead above her opening between my thumb and finger.
She jolts and cries out. Her head is swiveling from side to side. I pull all the way out, and she whimpers. I trail kisses down her neck, take one nipple in my mouth and tease it with my teeth before I pull it into my mouth and suck hard. My other hand squeezes her other breast. Her lower half writhes, begging me to fill the hollowness there.
“I know, baby. I got you.” I drop my face down to her center and swipe my tongue along the hard bud and kiss it softly before I pull it into my mouth and suck. At the same time, I slide my fingers into her and swirl.So slippery.Curling my middle finger, I meet my bobbing lips from the inside.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” She instantly bows off the bed and cries. Her walls pulse around my fingers, and I don’t stop even though I know it’s too intense.
I keep sucking and moving through her orgasm until she’s screaming and crying my name. And when she’s done, I don’t stop. I pull my fingers out and climb up her body and thrust into her again. Deep, hard, over and over.
Tears drench her cheeks. Her finger is clamped between her teeth. With her other hand she yanks the longer tufts of hair above my forehead and pulls my face to her neck. I nip the pulse there and suck, and she moans deep in her throat. Her legs wrap around me like a vise as her hips rise to meet every thrust.
Within moments I’m ready to explode.
Bringing my lips back to her ear, I thrust once more, deep, and whisper, “I love you, Ever,” shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. I press her tightly to me, not moving except for my heaving chest, pounding heart and convulsing cock inside her. I curl my armsaround her and bring her with me when I settle on my side. She’s facing me but not looking at me. I tilt her chin up with my index finger.
Still, she holds out, keeping her eyes downcast.
I trail my finger down her nose, along the outline of her lips. God, I missed her. I press my lips to her forehead and swipe my fingers across her damp cheeks. When I pull back, she looks up under her lashes and lifts one side of her mouth, flashing a dimple. But her half smile is sad.
“What’s going on in there, Ever?”
Her only response is a shrug.
“Talk to me.” Still nothing. I roll onto my back, letting my arm fall to my stomach. My other is trapped under her head, which is resting on my bicep, damp from her tears.
Her fingernail begins tracing the tattoo on my chest. “Where’s Taya?” she asks stoically, but there’s an underlying menace to her words.
“Seriously?” My anger spikes. “At her house,” I snap and hear her make ahmpfsound under her breath.
She stops tracing the tattoo.
I place my free arm under my head and prop myself up. She still won’t look at me.
“The tattoo was for her, wasn’t it?” Her voice is part sulk, part accusation.
“It was for me. A reminder.” I can’t help the clip of my words. How can she doubt me,us, after what we just did? I know she felt it just like I did.
