Page 50 of The Anaconda Downstairs

In a quick move that took my breath away, he pushed me back and crawled up over me, his fingers playing with the waistband of my pajama bottoms. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes,” I said, more confidently this time.

Slowly, reverently, he slid my pajamas and underwear down my legs. I resisted the urge to close my thighs, to hide myself from him.

“And definitely this.” His lips brushed against a silvery stretch mark on my thigh.

Tears pricked at my eyes. No one had ever touched me like this, like my body was something to be cherished rather than tolerated.

He continued pressing kisses to my skin, telling me how beautiful each little part of my body was. Including, and especially, bits that I’d definitely always considered flaws. With each kiss, each word in praise of my body, he crept closer to my pussy.

Oh my giddy vagina. Was he going to...? He pressed his next kiss the curls on my mound, and then ducked his head lower.

He was. Everett was going down on me. I... I thought that was only in romance novels. Guys didn’t actually like doing that, did they?

“God, I’m going to love eating this sweet, soft pussy, Penelope.” He pressed another kiss to my core, just above my clit, but didn’t touch it. “Put your hands in my hair. Show me how you like it, where you want my tongue and lips.”

“How am I supposed to know that?” I whimpered.

Everett’s head popped up and stared up at me like I just asked if he was the Wizard of Oz. But then he shook his head and his eyes went narrow. “Pen, if you tell me no guy has ever gone down on you before, I’m moving murderous honey badgers for all of your exes higher up on my to-do list. No, wait. Honey badgers are too good for the utter shit boyfriends you’ve had, because I can already see it in your face. Snakes, Penny. I am sending deadly-ass snakes to all of their houses immediately if not sooner.”

When he started this line of questioning, I was ready to curl up into a ball and hide, but the way he was so utterly and adorably angry on my behalf that he would threaten someone with his greatest fear, well, he made me laugh instead.

That was everything I ever needed from him.

“I’ll help you find said assassin snakes, because I’m starting to think I really did have shitty exes.” I wasn’t quite ready to tell him I wouldn’t consider any of the schmoes I’d dated or slept with an actual boyfriend.

“First thing tomorrow. Because right now, I’m going to make you forget every other man’s name. I want you chanting mine as I make you come on my face at least a half dozen times.”

“A half dozen?” Yes, that did come out as a squeak. He was under the impression my body did things that I wasn’t sure it was capable of.

He waggled his eyebrows at me. “Oh yeah. So put your hands in my hair like I told you to so you can show me exactly what gets you all hot and bothered.”

Everett dipped his head and pushed my thighs open wider, but he just sort of hovered there. Now that he was face-to-face with my wide open pussy, had he changed his mind?

“Penelope.” His voice was low and growly and somehow still sing-songy at the same time. “Put your hands in my hair so you can show me what you like. Unless you’re trying to tease me with how fucking wet you are for me right now.”

“Okay, but my fingers are probably just going to sit there, because I don’t—holy sweet mother of tongues.” I was very, very wrong about my fingers not knowing what to do. With that very first swipe of his tongue across my clit, I gripped his hair so hard, I may have pulled a few pieces out.

He chuckled. Which I would have to be irritated about later because he was so damn right about how many orgasms I was about to have, but I couldn’t be mad because his laugh vibrated through me, and I was too busy moaning and falling to pieces.

The closer he brought me to the edge of coming, the more I agreed that we were hiring snake assassins for my previous lovers. This was unbelievable and I could hardly wait to see what it would be like to give Everett as much pleasure with my mouth as he was giving me.

Damn if he wasn’t also right about me chanting his name. I couldn’t help it. “Everett, god, yes, Ev, Ev, Evvvvvv.”

With one more flick of his tongue, I came so hard, my mouth and brain and body all clenched down and I saw stars as my body released. The pleasure crashed through me, and yet Everettdidn’t stop. No, he pushed two fingers inside of me and drew out that orgasm until I thought I was going to pass out.

It was too much and not enough. I needed more, but of what, I didn’t know. He was already taking me so far beyond any pleasure I’d ever experienced, and I was lost in the bliss. “Everett, please.”

He raised his head but continued to move his fingers inside of me. “Please, what, pretty Penny? Tell me what you need.”

My hands fell to the blanket under me, and I gripped it just as hard as I had his hair. “You, more of you.”

“I’ve got you, babe. Trust me?”

“Yes, totally, completely.” I let my eyes drift shut as more of the lovely orgasm endorphins or oxytocin or whatever it was that made me feel practically high washed through me.

“Good, then let me take you even higher.” He put one of my legs over his shoulder and leaned against the bed so he was over me again. “Look at me, Pen. Look at me.”

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