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“If you’re going to leave marks like that, at least let me earn them with my cock buried in your pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan in a voice that sounds so needy I’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact that Everett is pressing his erection into my leg, showing me just how much he wants me.
He reaches into the pocket of his sweats and pulls out a condom, ripping it open and shoving his pants below his ass, just enough for his erection to pop free and for him to roll on the condom. I spread my legs, ensuring he has enough room, and he positions himself at my entrance and pushes forward in one strong thrust. I scratch at his back as mine arches and my eyes close, relishing in the way he feels inside me.
He kisses me as I rake over his skin, knowing I’m leaving marks. He takes his time with me, kissing me and trailing his lips across my skin as he slowly fucks me. It doesn’t feel like he’s fucking me, though, it feels like he’s making love to me. This isn’t some carnal need to get off, but rather a need to be close to one another. To be intimate.
I’m not sure if that excites or scares me more.
We’ve only known each other for such a short period of time, but this innate need to be close to him, to have him touch me and to be touching him is strong. The way his hands and lips roam and he whispers my name against my skin has my orgasm building.
I feel like I’m on cloud nine, each time my name leaves his lips in a whispered plea as my nails scratch at him, I nip his ear, or I circle my hips.
“I’m close,” I moan and seal my lips to his.
He absorbs my moans with his kiss, and as my orgasm begins to subside, I feel his tear through him, igniting another of mine. By the time we’ve both come down from our highs, we’re panting.
Everett hovers over me, running his hand over my hair, justlooking at me. It’s like he can see into my soul, and for some reason, that does scare me.
I force a teasing smirk onto my lips and say, “I told you I’d let you fuck me in this shirt.”
He grins back, but it’s not like his usual grin, it’s unsure, and I worry that maybe we’ve both jumped feet first into this a little too quickly.
THIRTY-TWO
EVERETT
When I return from the washroom after disposing of the condom, Chloe slips in right behind me. While I want to wrap her in my arms and hold her, something about the way she went from calling my name like a prayer to making her teasing comment about letting me fuck her in my shirt tells me that’s not the right thing to do right now. There’s something off about her, but I know not to push her. Chloe is an open person, talking about everything and anything, so if she needs time to process whatever she’s thinking about, I’ll give it to her until she’s ready to talk.
I settle in my usual spot on the couch and scroll on my phone. I don’t pay attention to it much, my eyes constantly flicking down the hall to where Chloe is hiding in the bathroom. It’s as though she’s pulling into herself right now.
She eventually comes out but quickly dips into her bedroom before returning to the couch. I notice that while she kept my shirt on, she’s thrown on a pair of shorts. She went from being perfectly okay walking around naked after I removed her shirt in the kitchen and spending time down here in just my shirt to adding more clothes. I don’t like the fact that she’s covering herself from me, but I don’t say anything as she settles on the couch. I relax a little as she picks the middle cushion instead of sitting on the other end.
I watch as she wraps her arms around her legs, as though she’s fighting an internal battle with herself. She leans my way every onceand a while, like she’s going to lean into my side and relax as I wrap my arm around her, before she decides otherwise and sits straight again. My fingers fight to reach out and graze her skin, to tell her I’m right here, but I don’t.
My stomach eventually growls, and that gets her attention.
“The food should be done if you want a late lunch, early dinner. I can make you a bowl.”
I nod, grateful she’s talking to me. She heads to the kitchen and returns with two bowls of what looks like stew. I hand the remote to her, and we eat while we watch the show she picks.
I can see and hear the wheels turning in her head as we sit in silence, and when she places her bowl on the table, pauses the show, and turns to face me, I follow her lead.
She fiddles with the hem of her shirt, avoiding eye contact with me, but if we’re going to talk, she’s going to look at me. My fingers find her chin and lift it, forcing her eyes to mine, and she swallows.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I ask.
Her eyes flutter closed for a second as a stream of air leaves her and blows across my skin. “I’m nervous,” she finally says. “I want to make sure we take this slow and don’t get in over our heads.” She gnaws her lip. “I’m scared I’m going to get hurt. I’m realizing there are more feelings here than I realized, and I don’t know how to put it all into words yet.”
I lean forward and dust a soft kiss over her lips, my hand moving from her jaw and my thumb brushing lightly across her cheek. “We can go slow, Chloe. I’m not going to pressure you, but I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.”
She nods and holds my eyes, hers full of hope and a little bit of worry.
“I’m thinking you’re an amazing woman. That you’re good with my daughter and a light that fills every room as soon as you step into it. I think that just by being you, you pull everyone in. You pulled me in the first time we met when that was the last thing I wanted. You have unknowingly made me want to know more about you, want to spend time with you. I’m not going into this with no thought. I have a daughter I need to protect, so when I say I want to make this work, I mean it and have thought this through.”
Her hand wraps around my wrist, and she leans into my touch. “I would never hurt Lila,” she whispers.
I nod. “I know. And I’ll never do anything to intentionally hurt you. I’ve been single for a while, though, and my relationship with Renee wasn’t exactly the healthiest, either. I’m bound to make a mistake or do something stupid, I just ask that you’re patient with me and tell me.”
