“I’m your husband, pretty girl. Like I said, I’m all yours. You don’t have to ask.”
She slides off my lap, takes my hand and pulls me down the hall.
Chapter 37
Everly
“Can we go slow?” I feel my cheeks heat and add, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”
“We can do whatever you want. Whatever you need, Ever. Always.” He holds his hands out to his sides. “Tell me what you want, what you need.” He steps toward me, places his hands on my cheeks and pulls my lips to his.
The aching tenderness in his kiss undoes me. The well behind my eyes spills.
Picking me up, he spins and, in one step, sets me down softly on the edge of the mattress. He reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it slowly up my body and over my head. I lie back, and as I scoot more fully onto the mattress, he hooks his fingers in my thong and slides it off my legs. He begins kissing the inside of my ankle, then my calf, my thigh. At my center, he pauses and looks up at me through hooded dark lashes, his eyes deep sea blue. He presses his lips to my most sensitive spot but doesn’t kiss me—just the pressure of his lips and the heat of his breath.
It’s been too long. I arch off the bed with a deep moan and he hasn’t even started yet. The anticipation of this man is enough to make me squirm. With fingers clenched around the comforter, I beg for what I want. “Please, Julie.”
His lips wrap around the bundle of nerves in the softest pinch, the slightest flick of his tongue.
I want more. I push my body down into his face, a silent plea.
“M-hm,” his murmur rumbles as he sucks harder, then swirls his tongue. His hands are on the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs up and out. The weight of his arms keeps them open for him as he makes love to me with his mouth.
I want to close them, press in as the orgasm builds, but he holds them down. I’m panting, drawing ragged breaths as my body starts to quiver. He knows I’m there. The weight disappears from my right leg and it flies against his face, drapes over his back and locks in. I’m going to come. I think I say it out loud. Then his fingers glide into me as my slick walls convulse around them. “Ughhhh,” I moan long and low. This orgasm is new. It rolls over me like a perfect wave that curls endlessly along the coast before it breaks, smooth, pure, euphoric.
He doesn’t remove his fingers, but he doesn’t move them either. He knows I don’t like the sudden vacancy after an orgasm but that everything is super sensitive. He plants little kisses up my torso, pausing to attend to each breast before he nuzzles his nose into my neck, behind my ear and delivers little sucking kisses to the pulse there.
He’s always giving, thoughtful, during sex. Always starts with making me feel good, making me come for him. His heart undoes me.
His whispering breath in my ear sends shock waves down my arms as he murmurs, “I love you, sweet wife.” His fingers slip out as he easeshimself into me. “So.” He slides farther. “Much.” He buries himself, his pelvic bone pressing against mine. “Ughhh, Ever.” His lips are pressed to my temple as he rocks in and out so slowly it’s like sweet torture. “You okay, babe?”
Gripping his hips, I try to say yes, but it comes out, “Ughh-huh.” Then it becomes, “More.” Then, “Please.”
“You sure?” His forehead presses to mine, sweat beads on his temples.
“Yesss, more.”
He pulls almost all the way out and slides into me so slowly he shakes with the restraint. The more restraint he uses, the more it reminds me of why.
“Just fuck me, Julie. Like you always do. Don’t stop.” Still, he’s gentle. Too gentle.
The room is almost pitch dark now so he can’t see my face well, but he’s searching for a sign, what’s okay, what’s not. “I got you. Just breathe, baby. Gonna show you how sweet it can be. Okay?” He kisses me deeply, plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth, mimicking our joined bodies. Long and slow. Our lips fused together. Then he’s at my ear. “Breathe,” he commands. “Long, slow. Exhale.”
I obey, and on a slow exhale, he slides in so deep, the manscaped hair scrapes my nerves. “Ughh, yesss.”
He laces our fingers and pins my arms to the bed on each side of my face and sets a rhythm that drives me mad and teases my clit.
Fuck, yeah. C’mon, Julie. Give it to me. Stop being so careful.My panting increases with his rhythm, but still he’s gentle.Talk to me. Fuck me like you always do.He doesn’t, but this might be better. It feels likethe ocean waves, slow and rolling, building, growing until I’m on top ready to drop in.
His voice, husky with his own arousal, groans near my ear, “You gonna come for me again, baby?”
Tears prick my eyes.There he is.
“I love you, sweet wife. Ugh. I missed this. Feels so fucking good.” His breathing hitches as he swells inside me. He’s going to come and I want to join him. He squeezes my hands, his forearms trembling. “I’m going to—ugh so wet, so tight. I’m going to come, babe. Come with me.” With one final thrust, he pins me tight to him and convulses inside me. He rocks back and forth, swirling his hips, teases my clit until I’m quivering around him. “Yes, Ever girl. Come for me. Mmm, yes, so good.” My man knows how to get me there.
I thought maybe I wouldn’t and I needed to. We both needed me to.
His body drapes over mine, his heartbeat thudding steadily in my ear pressed to his chest. I want to say so much, but I want to relish this space, this peace, this quiet. So I say nothing. Then he does and it’s so beautiful the damn breaks.
