Her plea is so much more than sexual. It’s soul deep, a need to feel connected in a bigger way while feeling good, and that feeling calls to me. I need to be close to Chloe right now.
I stand, my hands on her ass as her ankles hook behind me, and carry her upstairs to my bedroom, gently placing her on the bed. She holds her arms above her head, and I slowly peel her shirt up before dropping it beside me, my hands moving the waistband of her leggings next as I pull them down her legs. She watches me, her expression so open and vulnerable.
When I stand in front of her, I take in every inch of her. She’s wearing a basic fabric black bra and panties, nothing overly sexy about them. They’re not lace or barely covering her. They’re basic, everyday comfortable bra and underwear, and something about that turns me on even more.
I don’t need Chloe to wear expensive or revealing lingerie for me, because no matter what she wears, she’ll always be the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt before pushing down my shorts. She bites her lips and starts to shuffle further to the middle of the bed, but I grab her ankle, stopping her. She raises a brow, and I pull her back to the edge of the bed.
I hover over her, reaching behind her and undoing the clasp of her bra single handedly. She helps me remove it before I slowly remove her panties.
“You don’t really think I’m just going to bring you in here and fuck you, do you Chloe?”
She bites her lip but doesn’t say anything.
“I’m not. I’m going to get on my knees and worship you the way you deserve to be worshipped. I’m going to make you come on my tongue until you think you can’t take any more, and then I’m going to make you come one more time before I fill you with my cock. I’m going to have you coming so many times your legs are weak. I expect fresh marks on me, North. I want new reminders on my skin that I’m yours.”
Her legs fall open, further showing me just how wet she is.
“Do you want that, North?”
She nods. “Yes, now get on your knees, Everett, and eat my pussy like you promised.”
I grin as I fall to my knees in front of her and slowly drag my tongue through her hot centre. Her moan as my tongue circles herclit is music to my ears. She bites her hand as I do it again. As much as I want to hear her screaming for me, I know we have to be quiet.
I slowly push two fingers inside her, crooking them to find that soft spot inside her. The second they do, her hand finds my hair, and I slowly massage that spot. I take my time, bringing her to the edge, and her thighs tighten around my head as her orgasm takes over her. As it subsides, she lets them drop back open, but I’m not done with her.
I circle my tongue over her sensitive clit before pulling it between my lips. Her back arches off the bed as she whimpers, and I feel her toes curl against my sides. I release it before letting my teeth gently graze it, sending her over the edge again. Her pussy grips my fingers as she comes again, this orgasm lasting longer than her first.
“Such a good girl, coming so prettily for me,” I praise, and she bites her lip, looking down her body at me. “You’ve got one more in you. You’re gonna give me one more, and then I’m going to fill this perfect cunt with my cock.”
“Please,” she mewls, her eyes fluttering closed.
I withdraw my fingers from her, pushing three inside her this time, and she moans as they slowly stretch her. I give her a second to adjust before my tongue is flicking her clit. Her hand is no longer containing her moans, so she reaches beside her and grabs a pillow, holding it over her face as I do every little thing I’ve learned helps bring her to the edge.
She’s so responsive to me, and it only pushes me to want to see her come again and again. To see how easily I can get her wet and how quickly I can get her off, all while making sure she’s never left unsatisfied.
She comes again, both arms holding the pillow to her face as she fills it with her muffled moans of my name and screamed fucks.
When I feel like she’s ridden out the orgasm, I pull my fingers out and stand as she moves the pillow beside her and stares up at me. I take my time sucking each of my three fingers into my mouth and gathering every drop of her cum off them.
I reach into the nightstand and grab a condom, rolling it on slowly and giving myself a couple pumps. She watches me and shuffles to the middle of the bed, dropping her legs widefor me. I crawl up the bed between her legs, holding eye contact with her before I kiss her. I kiss her with every emotion she’s made me feel, lust, desire, fear, gratefulness, and love.
She wraps a leg around my thigh and pulls me closer and my cock slips between her folds she’s so fucking wet. I position myself at her entrance and push forward, absorbing her every moan with my kiss. Her nails scratch at my back, and I grin against her lips, knowing she’ll leave fresh marks.
Each of my thrusts is slow as I make sure I hit that perfect spot inside her, loving the way her eyes start to roll back as I do. I place gentle kisses on her cheeks and neck, keeping my mouth busy so I don’t randomly blurt words I know I shouldn’t say in a moment like this.
“Everett,” she whispers, and I pull back, looking into her eyes, wet with tears. I see it in her eyes. The feeling we’re both too scared to verbalize no matter how much we both feel it. I kiss her, hoping it conveys everything I want to say to her. She kisses me back, and I feel it deep in my soul. She’s patching pieces of me I didn’t even know were broken and taking little pieces of me for herself, and I willing give them to her.
Her tears start to fall, and I brush them away, breaking the kiss, my breath dusting over her cheek as my orgasm builds. I close my eyes, allowing the feeling of being with Chloe in this moment to overtake all of my sense. I let all thoughts fade away and relish in the feeling of her wrapped around me, my name a whisper on her lips, her nails against my back, and I have to bite her shoulder as my orgasm tears through me. I want to yell, call her name as it consumes me.
She comes with me, her pussy gripping me so tightly it’s as though it’s trying to pull me in further. We take our time coming down from our highs before I pull out of her and head to the washroom to clean myself up before she takes my place. When she comes out, I silently hand her one of my shirts and pull the blankets back for her, and she climbs into bed. I climb in on my side and pull her in close, my arm wrapped around her, and kiss her temple feeling the most content I think I’ve ever felt in my life.
THIRTY-SEVEN
CHLOE
My alarm rings, filling the room, and I turn it off, smiling as I realize I’m in Everett’s bed and wrapped in his arms. Last night was emotionally exhausting and intense. Between breaking down with Lila and the way Everett made love to me last night, I’m still feeling raw. Emotionally exhausting days have always made me feel raw in a bad way in the past. They’ve given me the feeling of not wanting to get out of bed, wanting to curl up with ice cream, a blanket, and some mindless romcom, but today I feel invigorated. I feel ready to tackle the day and enjoy what life has in store for me.