After mapping my body with his hands, his mouth skims my flesh. He worships every inch of me as if he is memorizing my form, the push and pull of my muscles, the reactions I don’t even try to hide.
He nips and licks down my body, until his strong hands grip my thighs and push them apart. I don’t put up even a little bit of resistance. Because I want him just as much as he wants me.
His thumbs glide up between my pussy lips and hold me open to his hungry gaze. He lets out a grunt which sounds like barely controlled chaos.
When his mouth makes contact, my hips jolt. But he’s there to hold me right where he wants me. His fingers tighten their hold on my thighs, and I moan out his name as I arch my back.
“Please,” I mewl, the sound sharper than I would like.
His lips wrap around my clit and his tongue lashes across the sensitive bud as he plunges two fingers inside of me. I make a sound at the back of my throat which has Everton chuckling. The way the sound vibrates through me has my eyes rolling back in my head.
Everton laps at me, tasting me, savoring me. Every swipe of his tongue and twist of his fingers as he fingers me sends me closer and closer to the edge.
“You taste so fucking good,” he grits out.
His whiskey-colored eyes slide up my body until they lock with mine. He doesn’t look away while he curls his fingers and finds the spot inside of me that has my thighs shaking on either side of his head.
“Everton,” my voice is high and breathy. “Right there,” I plead, “don’t stop.”
“Never,” he snarls.
When his teeth scrape across my clit, my eyes roll back in my head and my orgasm rushes through me. It steals my breath and white spots dance across my vision for a moment. Then his body covers mine and he kisses me.
I wrap my limbs around him and when my tongue tangles with his, I can taste myself. He growls into my mouth, and I let out a low groan that is all desire.
My body arches as he slides deep inside of my soaking wet pussy. I’m always ready for him. Always aching. Always soaked.
It’s just how it is when I’m with this man. Only him.
As my fingers curl around his shoulders, his jaw clenches and he grits out, “I’m never letting you go, Tiny Dancer. Fucking never.”
“I don’t want you to,” my words are breathless.
His thrusts get harder and faster and I move my hips to meet every one of them. It’s almost brutal, but it’s so damn beautiful as every breathy moan spurs him on.
“I need you to come all over my cock,” he groans. “You’re so close. Let go. I’ve got you,” the command in his words is all I need.
Pleasure washes over me and I hold onto him with everything in me. Because if I don’t, I think I’ll float away and be lost.
Well, lost until Everton finds me. I know he always will.
I feel him come with me and it gives me a sense of satisfaction which has a smile curling my lips. There’s something about knowing he finds pleasure with me. It’s a high I’ve only ever known with him.
The kiss we share now is soft, sweet, and full of love. He turns us on our side and wraps me in his arms until I’m plastered against him, and I let out a soft sigh.
I should clean up, but I don’t want to move right now. Honestly, I’m not even sure Icanmove.
My eyes close and words I’ve been trying to suppress bubble up from my soul. Because he needs to know before things go farther.
As if it’s not already too late.
“I have always wanted to be a mom,” my words start out small and fragile, “and I’m glad Rian has come into my life. I’ll always put her first and love her with all I am.”
“You’re already the mom she needs,” his words are a reassuring balm on the frayed parts of me.
But he might change is tune.
“I’m terrified of babies,” I blurt out the words, and my eyes widen at how blunt they come out. “I’m sorry, I just think you should know. I want a family, but babies? They freak me out.”
