His eyes are black and fathomless when he looks up again, and then he kisses me before I can decide whether to deny it. His tongue spears into my mouth as his fingers slide between my thighs.
He brushes one finger through my slick, up to my clit, and I jolt.
“Oh, God.”
Pleasure hits so hard it almost folds me. I want his mouth on me. I want his face between my thighs. I want him to take everything I don’t know how to hand over.
But I need to see him. Need to face him.
The idea of turning away, of giving any man my back right now, scrapes too close to things I can’t survive in this moment.
As if he feels that too, Ever keeps me pinned, eye-to-eye, while he slides a finger inside me.
“Mine,” he grinds out.
I clench around him, hips jerking. He chuckles, dark and hungry.
“So fuckin’ tight...and all mine.”
I need more.
He adds a second finger, curls them, and works me open while his thumb presses my clit. My limbs go loose and restless at once, shaking and squirming while he watches me the entire time. No mercy in him. No softness either. Just attention so sharp it feels like he’s reading me from the inside out.
He kisses me again, eyes still open.
My orgasm hits too fast.
Too hard.
He swallows the scream I don’t mean to give him while I come on his hand, shaking against the tree, thighs trembling, pussy clamping around his fingers. His mouth curves against mine—satisfaction, possession, promise.
When I finally drag in air, his expression says this is only the beginning.
He hooks my leg back over his hip, grinding against me once before he reaches down and flips open his zipper.
This is stupid. One of the stupidest things I’ve ever done, and that’s a long list.
There’s urgency in this, but he still doesn’t rush. Ever’seyes flick up to my face while he frees himself and wraps a hand around his cock, giving me the chance to look.
To see exactly what he plans to do to me.
I do.
And my stomach drops.
He’s thick. Hard. Precum shining at the tip. He strokes himself once, slow, while his other hand cups my ass and keeps me lifted for him.
Condom, my brain says belatedly. We should use a condom. Be responsible?—
The thought barely forms before he presses the tip to my entrance and holds there.
I grab his shoulder, nails biting into muscle as he pushes in the first inch and stops.
“Oh God,” I whisper.
He stretches me around him, holding me steady while my foot slips in the dirt and his body keeps me up.
“That’s it,” Ever says, voice rough against my mouth. “You take it so well, Reva.”
