Page 95 of Wicked & Wildflower

All of his skin aligns with mine, absolutely nothing between us now. It has never been like this before, and my mind catalogs every place we touch. His hand comes behind my head, lifting it so he can press his mouth to mine. Our noses graze and our lips clash, my hands holding his arms as his chest presses against my breasts, his cock against my low belly. Our thighs and legs and toes align. My entire body is on fire. Nothing has ever felt this way before.

“I need you,” I whimper.

He nods against me. “I know, baby. I know. I need you so bad.” He pulls back, looking down at me with those soft, brown eyes. An infinity of intimacy sparkles in his gaze. He brushes his thumb along my skin and smiles. “I’ve got condoms in my wallet.”

He moves to get off me, but I squeeze his forearm, holding him steady. “I have an IUD,” I say quietly. My mind is screaming at me. I’ve never done something like this before, but some baser instinct knows I won’t be satisfied unless there is nothing in between us at all. “And I’m in the clear.”

His eyes go wide, and he swallows thickly. “I’m clear too.”

“You have to pull out, though,” I add, hoping he doesn’t press.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, Dahlia,” he rasps. “Do you understand?”

I nod.

He shakes his head. “Tell me you understand. I need to hear you say it. Do you want me to grab a condom?”

“I understand. If you do something I don’t like, I’ll say so.” I squeeze his arm again. “I don’t want to use a condom, but I understand if you do. If you don’t, then I want you to come anywhere you’d like…except inside me.”

He flicks a brow. “That gives me a lot of options, Dahlia.”

“Maybe you can try all of them and decide which you like best.”

“God-fucking-dammit.” His head falls against my chest. “You’re perfect. I swear, you’re perfect for me.” He pulls back, sitting on his knees and fisting his length in one hand. “I’ve never fucked without a condom before. Never really wanted to.”

I open my mouth to backtrack everything I said before, thinking I’ve gone too far, but he continues before I have the chance, “Until I met you. Since that first night, Dahlia, I’ve dreamed about it. What it’d be like to fuck you raw, to feel you come all over my cock.”

My jaw snaps shut, a sound of need erupting from my throat. That seems to be all he needs as he swipes his length through my center. His head flicks against my clit, and a moan falls from my mouth.

Leaning forward, he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me up. “I want you to watch me enter you for the first time bare, Wildflower. I want you to see what we look like joined together.” Keeping one arm braced on the mattress beside me, he knots his fingers in my hair, pressing our foreheads together. My nails dig into his arms and we both look down to where his cock notches at my entrance.

He slowly slides inside me, and I watch his length disappear between my legs little by little, stretching me open and filling me up until I’m deliciously aching with him inside. Once he’s fully seated and I feel him hit my most inner walls, a rough moan flies from my mouth, and he catches it with his own, tongue slipping between my lips as he leans forward, both of us falling onto the mattress. His hand stays behind my head, softening my landing. His other arm stays braced on the headboard, keeping his weight off me.

Everett begins moving in and out of me in perfect rhythm. I hook my legs around his back and lift my hips to meet his thrusts. “Estas tan mojada. Tan estrecha. Eres perfecta, cariño,” he rasps against my lips. “Todo lo que siempre he querido. Te necesito para siempre. Dime que eres mía. Por favor. Mía, cariño. Sé mía.”

His words send sparks across my skin. Fireworks explode behind my closed eyes, a flood of heat spreading to my core. I feel myself tightening around him as he continues pumping deep inside me, that pressure building at my center. “Mierda. Me estás matando.”

“What are you saying?” I moan, desperate to understand him.

He shakes his head against my mouth. “I don’t know. I can’t…” I lift my hips, meeting his thrust again. “Fuck. I can’t think straight. It’s too good, Dal. It’s too.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.”

My nails dig into his back as my body tenses and trembles, rapidly climbing toward that peak. Everett sits up, towering above me, though he doesn’t stop moving. Gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, he slams into me again. My moans grow louder, more urgent, as his soft palms run down my thighs, hooking beneath my knees and pushing my legs forward, forcing his cock even deeper.

“Everett,” I cry. He’s so deep, I can hardly breathe, as if his being is buried inside my soul. I don’t think I’ll ever get him out. I know this is something I’ll never feel with someone else. I could die from this, from his movement and his breath and his cock hitting all the places that make me lose my mind.

I feel myself nearing that edge, and when he places my legs on his shoulders, folding me in half, I begin free-falling into bliss. I throw my head back on my pillows, eyes screwed shut, stars dancing behind my lids. Suddenly, it’s the pad of his thumb I feel on my clit, rubbing tight circles. That’s all it takes to send me spiraling, body tightening, that pressure in my core ready to burst.

“Fuck, Dal,” he groans. “Fuck. Fuck. I can feel you, baby. I can feel it.”

I can’t form coherent words; all I can do is scream. I think something likeEverettandcomingandJesus-fucking-Christis flying from my mouth, but I’m not sure. An orgasm rushes through me, and I get the faint sense of emptiness, but I’m too far gone to tell, my climax already flooding my senses. Suddenly, I feel something wet and soft at my entrance, and I cry out as my body bows off the bed. Heat licks up my spine, and I’m shattering beneath him, all over him.

I open my eyes to find Everett’s face between my legs, tongue inside me, lapping up my release, causing another orgasm to crash over me, filling his mouth and soaking my sheets.

“Everett. Fuck. Everett.” My hands tangle in his hair, and I’m too far gone to stop myself from grinding on his tongue as I ride out the remnants of my climax.

Once I’m entirely spent and too sensitive to handle the sensation of his mouth on me, I push his head away with my hand, and he sits up on his knees. He swipes a thumb across his lips, revealing a wicked grin where my release still drips off his chin. “If I stayed inside you while you were coming like that, I was going to come too.” He gives me a playful shrug. “Plus, I couldn’t resist getting another taste.”

My eyes roll back, and that fluttering sensation spreads throughout my core again. “Why didn’t you want to come?” I find myself asking.

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