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Then Everest brings those same fingers to my hole and pushes one into me. I’m so relaxed from Everest’s tongue-fucking that his finger sinks in with no resistance at all, right down to the knuckle. He adds another and that too slides easily inside.

He works his fingers in and out, scissoring them, curling them. His tongue licks everywhere, alternating with his fingers to reduce me into a puddle of pleasure. When he adds a third, I hardly even feel the stretch. Instead, it gives me a pleasant fullness that’s not nearly enough. I want more. I need more. I need his cock, filling me up, completing me.

I tug on his hair, but Everest doesn’t budge. His fingers don’t stop. His tongue doesn’t stop. He works my ass like he wants to get his whole fucking hand in there, like he wants to crawl right the fuck inside.

Jesus. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I can’t take it anymore and I don’t ever want him to stop. I tug on his hair again. He grunts.

I tug harder and he shoves his fingers forcefully into me. His knuckles ram against the outside of my rim and my whole body convolves at the surge in pleasure. He curls his fingers and rubs forcefully on my prostate. White-hot fire rips through me and I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my shout.

He’s enjoying this, the fucker. He’s having the time of his life watching me come apart at the seams. I swear I can feel him smiling against my ass cheeks. The vibrations from his chuckles travel right up my ass, hitting me deep in the gut.

“Evvv…” His name comes out as a sob. I can’t help it. My senses are overwhelmed with the flood of sensations, and I’m little more than a pile of bones and nerve endings.

Everest lifts his head. The bottom half of his face is wet. His lips are red and shiny. His hair is a mess and his pupils are blown so wide there’s only a ring of black. He looks fucking gorgeous.

I grab the back of his neck, yanking him toward me as I sit up, and smash my lips against his. He grunts in surprise, but still manages to catch himself on an elbow when I pull him on top of me.

“Fuck me, Ev,” I murmur against his lips. “I need you to fucking fuck me.”

But he doesn’t. He holds himself above me, gazing down with more love and affection than anyone has ever looked at me with. It steals my breath away. It makes my heart somersault in my chest. It makes me feel strong and mighty, but also small and undeserving.

I’ve said a lot of nasty things to Everest over the years. I’ve treated him worse than I’ve ever treated anyone else. I’ve been truly, embarrassingly horrid to him, and yet, he still finds it in his heart to look at me like that. Like I’m the best man he’s ever met. Like I hung the moon.

Everest swipes his thumb over my temple, catching the tear that escaped the corner of my eye. I squeeze my eyes shut and Everest brushes his lips against my eyelids.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he says softly, the same way he comforts Ivy when she’s upset. “It’s all good. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

He kisses me then. Not hurried and frantic like before, but rather slow, almost lazily, like we have all the time in the world, like we have the rest of our lives.

“Please,” I breathe. “I need you.” I open my eyes to gaze up at him, but his face is a blur from the close proximity and the lingering tears. The words bubble up, completely unprompted. They fill me up to brimming and I have no choice but to release them into the open. “I love you.”

A smile splits across Everest’s face, so bright and full of joy, completely unfettered and unreserved. I can’t help but smile too, at how silly and goofy Everest can be, at how much he’s grown over the past several months, how much he’s changed me at the same time.

I’m a better man because of him. A better partner. A better parent.

“I love you too, O. So fucking much.”

We kiss, savoring the taste of each other, enjoying the shape of each other’s mouths. The blunt tip of Everest’s naked cock touches my hole. And when he pushes forward, I bear down. I take him inside me, slow and steady, inch by inch. He’s unrelenting. Unyielding. Forcing me open to accommodate his length and his girth. Remaking me so I’m a mold around him.

When he bottoms out, he drops his forehead to mine. We’re both breathing hard. Both shaking with tightly wound pleasure. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. He slides his hands behind my back.

We’re locked together. As close as any two people can be. My cock is trapped between our stomachs. We breathe the air from each other’s lungs.

We don’t fuck. It can’t be called fucking when it’s this intense, this visceral. I don’t even know if this is making love. This is two souls, stripped of every protective layer, vulnerable and delicate, coming together and merging into one. We rock together. Tangle our tongues together. Cling to each other like we’re each other’s life preservers in this storm called life.

No matter how hard the winds buffet us, no matter how high the waves toss us, we still have each other and we’ll save each other. Every single time. I know this with a certainty that surpasses all understanding. There's no reason to it, no logic. But I know it’s true, with every fiber of my being, in the deepest parts of my soul.

Everest is so perfect inside me, hitting me at all the right angles, stretching me right to the limit. His body slots against mine like we were made for each other. His mouth is heaven and he kisses me like the devil himself.

The friction on my cock is just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to push me over. The longer we’re locked together like this, the more the pleasure builds. And builds. And builds. Until I can’t contain it any longer.

My orgasm bubbles up gradually, eventually spilling over. The waves swell slowly, but they are no less powerful than if we were fucking like machines. They crest, break over me, and drag me to the bottom of the ocean floor. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I’m caught in the force of an orgasm so strong I’m sure I’m going to die.

“Fuck, O.” Everest sinks his teeth into my shoulder as his body goes taut. Heat fills my passage as Everest comes inside me. His cum. In my body. Shooting deep.

The realization unleashes another set of waves. My balls contract almost painfully. My cock pulses between our stomachs. My ass clamps down hard, trying to milk every drop of Everest’s cum.

“I love you. I love you so much. So much. All of you. Everything. I hate it. I can’t help it. I don’t wanna fight anymore. I love you. I need you. Every day. All the time. I?—”

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