Page 44 of Waiting For Ever
I’m new to all of this, especially the sexy talk. Not even in my fantasies do I do that. But I like it, and I want to play along, because it’s turning me on. I shut off the part of my brain that wants to overthink this and try to feel my way. “I want to feel you, your hands on me. In me again. Please.” I beg as my pelvis squirms, unintentionally emphasizing my words.
“I got you, Ever. Easy, babe.” With that, he pulls my thong to the side and slides his finger into me again.
I moan deep in my throat. “Yesssss,” I hiss this through clenched teeth. My body feels like coiled wire ready to snap. God, I want thisman. There’s no room in my brain for anything but him and what he’s doing to me and what I want him to do to me. I can’t think, only feel.
He’s pulling out and pushing into me harder and faster. I feel the pressure when he adds another finger and can’t help raising my hips to meet each thrust. His thumb hits my clit with each thrust and sends my back bowing off the bed each time.
I’m panting with the pressure building inside me.
His labored breath brushes my neck, my ear, my cheek as he places fevered kisses along my jaw. “Are you gonna come for me, sweet girl? Come for me, Ever.”
I cry out as my body clenches around his fingers and begins throbbing with my orgasm. He slows his thrust and keeps moving in small circles inside me. Every nerve ending down there is twitching, and I almost can’t take the sensation of his movements. I reach down to clasp his wrist, to still his hand.
He pushes against my resistance and continues to make me come.
I feel the wetness seeping out of me. My breathing is so labored it’s more panting.
As he keeps moving his fingers lightly now and the waves subside, his lips touch my ear and he whispers, “Easy, babe. I got you. So beautiful, Ever.”
A tear slips down my cheek and stops when it meets his lips.
He kisses the trail of it all the way to the corner of my eye and rests his forehead on my temple. He slowly removes his fingers from me, and I immediately mourn the loss. I feel swollen and sore, but in a good way. And now empty and wanting more.
Julian rolls away from me, leaving his hand on my stomach as if to say he’s not going anywhere.
In the moonlight, I see him reach into the nightstand drawer and hear him grasp what sounds like a plastic wrapper. A condom. My heart leaps in my chest as heat and moisture rush to my center again. “I’m . . . on the pill . . . for my periods. If you . . . if we don’t . . . you know . . .”
He looks over his shoulder at me, and even in the darkness his eyes look dark, pupils huge. “I’ve been tested, and I’ve always used protection. I just want to be safe, responsible.”
I nod my head. “Yeah, okay.” I reach up to clasp his arm.
He rubs his hand in short strokes on my tummy before reaching into the drawer.
I let my arm fall and drape across my body, waiting. I want to touch myself, I’m so keyed up. I hear a top flip open on what sounds like a tube.
Julian stands, strips off his boxer briefs and returns to the edge of the bed. He rolls on the condom and strokes himself in the flickering candlelight. “This will help. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, his hand moving up and down on himself.
I swallow. My throat is desert dry as I watch.
He turns his body toward me, one leg curled beside mine, the other bent over the edge of the bed. The hand he just had on himself reaches for me, touching me again. As soon as his fingers make contact, it sends a jolt straight to my sweet spot. He slips a finger inside me again and moves his thumb in circles on my clit while his finger crooks in a come here motion, eliciting a deep moan from me. He leans over to capture my moan with his lips, his tongue.
I can’t even kiss him back and instead pant as another orgasm starts to take over my body. I’m not even sure it took more than two minutesto send me writhing again. I can’t control my body or the sounds I’m making. I vaguely wonder if anyone has ever hyperventilated from an orgasm.
Then he’s whispering in my ear, “Sweet, Ever. So beautiful. I got you.”
As I come back to earth and my breathing slows, he gently positions himself between my legs. He lifts one of my legs, pushing it up and bending it at the knee. I instinctively hook it onto his hip, wrapping it around him. I feel his smooth tip at my opening. He uses his hand to slowly ease himself in. The tip slips in effortlessly. Pressing, he inches into me until he meets resistance and stops.
Don’t think.Just feel.
I grasp his hips and pull him down toward me, wanting all of him, my heart thudding so hard and so loud in my ears it’s like white noise.
In a blink he grabs my arms and pins them to the bed with his own, interlocking our fingers so we’re touching elbow to palm. Our hands on either side of my head. He dips his head to mine and whispers urgently into my ear, “Let me go slow, Ever. I don’t want to hurt you.” With our bodies touching from groin to forehead, he grinds his hips a little and rocks into me.
I feel the slipperiness, despite the tightness. With each rocking motion, I feel him push into me a little more. His chest grazes my nipples as he moves up and down, sending shock waves with each pass. I’m experiencing so many sensations at once, I feel like I’ll break apart. A slight burn down below, the electric shock in each nipple and now he’s kissing the side of my neck, which is curling my toes. Then I feel it. The searing burn as the pressure intensifies. Then a rip. I cry out, and Julian freezes. I know he’s all the way in now because I can feel his roughmanscaped stubble tickling the bundle of swollen and hypersensitive nerves.
After a few frozen moments, Julian kisses the corner of my lips, my temple. He rocks back and forth little by little, stretching me to accommodate him, placing tiny kisses along my neck. Sucking my pulse there as the pain eases, the burn subsides, and the sensitivity increases.
I’m digging my nails into the backs of his hands and arching my back. The sting of penetration is still there, but the urgency and craving is rivaling my discomfort.
