My dad was that kind of man my whole life, but my mom gave as good as she got. At first, I admired how she stuck up for herself, but as I got older, I realized she was part of the problem. He just overpowered her so it was hard to see her as more than a victim. The reality is they abused each other. I don’t think their addictions left room for anything else. The alcohol and drugs fed their drama and violence and made perfect sense to them in the moment. The few times I tried to intervene on her behalf turned them both on me and forged their alliance. She’d always come around later making excuses, trying to be motherly.
Fuck!An involuntary shiver rattles my body and snaps me out of the reverie. The darkness surrounds me now that the sun is gone. I stand and stretch, reaching for the twilight. Rolling my neck, I move to the sliders to join Ever and shake off the dark mental turn. She grounds me and calms me. Of course it doesn’t take long for everything to turn physical for us. After nine months—God, it’s only been nine monthsand I can’t imagine my life without her—we still crave each other like it’s the first time. To make my point, my body reacts, blood rushing to my groin, my heart rate doubling. I slide the door open intending to find her. Just inside the master bedroom, our room, I hear the shower running.Damn, missed it!
“Hey, sorry I missed the hot tub.” I peek my head through the open bathroom door. “Can I join you?”
Sluicing water off her hair, she turns her almost opaque eyes on me and smiles. She’s gorgeous any day, but Ever dripping wet in the shower is something I’ll never get tired of seeing. Long, toned limbs, slender but muscular build now that she’s a gym rat and trainer, too. She nods and slides the door open in invitation.
I drop my clothes where I stand and step into the warm spray.
“I was just about done, but I can wash your back.” Her ashy eyes turn smoky as she reaches for me.
“You don’t have to wait for me. I can be fast.”
“Oh, but I like it when you take your time.”
“Are we still talking about the shower?”
Her answer is a shrug as she places one dripping foot on the mat and disappears in the steam.
I rush through lathering and am drying off within minutes, my mind already on all the ways I want to make her come. Wrapping the towel around my hips, I step into the bedroom.
Ever stands at the foot of the bed facing the bathroom door. Her hair is twisted into a wet knot on top of her head. A cropped tank covers her breasts and a pair of barely-there cotton shorts hang low on her hips, just skimming the top of her thighs.
When my eyes finally lock on hers, she settles her hands on her hips, her long fingers curving around them like mine are itching to do. I swallow and take the three steps to her. I reach out, intending to pick her up and wrap her body around mine, when she drops to her knees on the fluffy rug and hooks her fingers into the towel and pulls. Never taking her eyes off mine, she takes me in her hand and sinks her lips around me, just the tip, and swirls her tongue, her eyes fluttering closed.
I’m not sure anything has ever looked so hot. I tug on the hair tie coiled in her tawny strands, like I want my hands to be. It doesn’t come loose with my efforts. Groaning, I command, “Ugh, Ever, lose the hair tie.”
She doesn’t stop the suction of her lips on the head of my dick as she reaches up and sets her hair free.
My hands tangle in the wet locks.
Hers wrap around my ass and pull my length into her mouth completely.
“Ugh, fuck,” I hiss through my teeth, my head falling back.
She pulls back almost all the way, her cheeks hollowing with the suction, then takes me all the way in again, the tip touching the back of her throat.
My fingers clench in her locks and press her face into my body. My God, nothing has ever felt so good, except maybe sinking into her sweet, tight walls. My chest is heaving at the pace she’s set, in, out, so deep. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her back. “Ever, if you don’t stop, I’m going to—”
Her moan halts my words. “Mmm-hmm.” Her nails grip my ass and pull me to her harder. Increasing her tempo, her lips pucker as they slide up and down my shaft.
I’m yanking her hair, probably painfully, but I can’t help myself. I’m trying to stay on my feet as blood throbs in my dick, begging for release.
One tear leaks from the corner of her eye and still she takes all of me. Another on the other side and yet she savors every thrust.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Fuck, Ever. Ugh, baby. I’m . . .” Pressing my palm to the back of her neck, I hold her to me as I convulse with an orgasm I feel in my toes.
Her fingernails soften on my ass, and she slides her palms over my skin until she’s hugging me. I feel the contractions of her throat as she swallows.
My hand slides up from her neck to caress her head, hugging her to me as well. Empty now, I reach for her, hook my hands under her arms and pull her up to stand in front of me. Her eyes are downcast, her long dark lashes resting on her cheeks. After what she just did, I wonder if this shyness is affected. How can she feel shy after she just owned me completely? I’m an absolute puddle in her hands. She fucking wrecks me.
Bringing her chin up with my index finger, I brush my thumb back and forth across her cheek. “Hi, pretty girl.” I swipe the dampness away.
“Hi, boyfriend.”
When she tries to drop her gaze again, I bring her lips to mine. Her kiss is shyer than her eyes.
