Page 52 of The Anaconda Downstairs

And my heart.

When my fingers traced a stretch mark on her arm, I felt her tense. I knew she would. I looked up, meeting her eyes. “These are beautiful too, you know,” I said softly, pressing a kiss to the silvery line. “They’re part of you, and every part of you is gorgeous.”

I saw the flash in her eyes that said she was trying to believe me but wasn’t quite there. “Ev, I know. I do.”

“Mmm. I’m going to keep telling you so until you actually believe it.” I smiled, but kept my tone serious, because I never wanted her to think I was poking fun at her. “I mean it, Pen. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

And it was true. Not just because of her physical beauty, which was undeniable, but because of who she was—kind, funny, brilliant Penelope, who had stolen my heart without me even realizing it.

I kissed her again, deep and passionate, pouring all my feelings into it. My hands continued their exploration, wanting to worship every inch of her. When my fingers dipped between her thighs, she gasped against my mouth.

“Ready for more?” I asked, my voice rough with desire.

“I don’t really think it’s my turn again but,” she breathed, “please, don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I couldn’t strip my eyes away, awed as pleasure bloomed across her face. She clung to me, her body arching into mine, and I’d never get tired of watching her take her pleasure from me.

“Ev,” she panted. “I need... I need...”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” I asked, my lips brushing her ear.

“You,” she said simply. “I need you. Inside of me.”

“I am inside of you.” I teased her with my fingers, and she groaned.

“Everett Kingman, let me be very clear. If you don’t put your dick inside of my pussy, I’m going to?—”

I didn’t let her finish her sentence and gave her a quick but hard kiss. Then I jumped off the bed and reached for my pants, grabbing a condom out of my wallet. Because I’m a safety boy.

For the first time since I was a flirty teenager, my hands shook slightly with anticipation and emotion. I got the thing rolled on and saw a flicker of a question cross Penelope’s face. I pressed my forehead against hers, wanting to reassure her. “I will always keep you safe, sweetheart.”

“I trust you,” she whispered, and those three words meant more to me than any ‘I love you’ ever had.

Slowly, carefully, I entered her. The feeling was incredible, but what took my breath away was the look in Penelope’s eyes—vulnerable, trusting, and filled with the same overwhelming emotion I felt. I paused, giving her time to adjust, my hand cupping her face tenderly.

I meant to tell her how amazing she felt, how perfect, but she squeezed her inner walls around my dick, and I lost my fucking mind. “Fu-uck, Pen. Fuck.”

She giggled. She actually goddamn giggled. “Now you know how I felt five minutes ago.”

I kissed her again, and again, and again. I was never going to get enough of her.

And then we were moving together, finding a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. It wasn’t just physical—it was like our souls were connecting, laying bare every vulnerability, every secret part of ourselves.

This wasn’t just sex. This was making love in every sense of the word. And I realized, with startling clarity, that this was what I’d been searching for all along.

As our movements became more urgent, I watched Penelope’s face, mesmerized by the play of emotions across it. She was letting go, I could see it—letting go of every insecurity, every doubt. And in doing so, she was more beautiful than ever.

I wasn’t going to last very much longer, and I wanted to push her over the edge one more time before I even thought about coming inside of her. I reached between us and found her clit, stroking her even as I drove into her heat.

“Ev,” she gasped, her body tensing beneath me. “I’m... I’m...”

“That’s right, sweetheart, let go again,” I encouraged, feeling my own release approaching, my balls screaming. But I wasn’t fucking coming before she did. “I’ve got you.”

She cried out, her body arching into mine, and the sight of her coming undone pushed me over the edge, taking me with her. I followed her into bliss, her name on my lips like a prayer. I’d follow her anywhere.

I buried myself deep inside of her, not ready to let go. She wrapped her knees around my hips, and her ankles notched into my back, holding me as tight to her as I needed. We both gasped for breath, I felt a sense of rightness I’d never known before.

“This is going to sound ridiculous, Everett, but thank you,” she whispered into the quiet.

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