Page 47 of Waiting For Ever
She grips my bicep in a now familiar unspoken “more.”
I lift her out of the water, drape a robe carelessly over her shoulders and cradle her as I walk us back inside. Laying her down on the robe on the bed, I waste no time kissing down her body until I get to the center of her heat. There I kiss her softly at first, then increase the intensity. Slipping a finger inside her, I curl the tip up toward me over and over.
Combined with the circles my tongue draws on her clit, she bows off the bed and clasps her hands around my head. The sound she makes as she comes is part moan, part cry and utterly primal.
I could almost explode watching her come undone. I want inside her so badly, but I want to give her body some time. When she settles down, still panting a little, I stretch out next to her and blow softly on the side of her neck where her wet hair clings to her skin.
She rolls to face me and reaches down to touch me, shyly at first. Then she wraps her hand around my head and squeezes a little, like she’s unsure of herself.
I take her hand in mine and interlock our fingers. “It’s okay, Ever. You don’t have to.”
“Julie, stop being so careful with me.” When I don’t immediately respond, she adds, “Okay?” She traces a fingernail around the hollow heart tattoo. “So what if I’m sore? Maybe it hurts in a good way.” Her fingernail lightly follows the trail of hair down until it’s grazing the head of my dick. Her voice is barely a whisper. “I want to be good for you too. Show me?” She looks up from under her lashes. “Please.”
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her palm. “Ever? The way you feel? That’s how I feel. You feel so good to me. Whatever we do . . . or don’t do.” But I want to give her what she wants, because I want it too. I stand from the bed and lean my knees on the edge of the mattress and hold my hand out to her.
She takes it and kneels on the bed in front of me.
I place her hand lightly around me and guide it along my hard length. She touches her lips to the head of my dick, then peeks her tongue out between her lips and grazes the opening and the sensitive underside. I arch at the intensity. I want her to know how good this feels. Running my fingers through her hair, my thumb draws circles around her ear.
She opens her mouth and sinks her lips down my shaft, ripping a groan from my throat. I feel the tip touch the back of her throat and hiss through my teeth. I tug a handful of her hair back, encouraging her to slide her lips back. She does and then plunges them around me again. Over and over, I watch her cheeks hollow with each effort until I can’t take it anymore. With my palms under her jaw, I bring her lips to mine and kiss her until we’re both panting.
I lay her back onto the bed and settle myself between her legs. I dip my finger into her and find her wet and ready. I stretch to reach a condom on the nightstand and tear it open with my teeth. She takes it from my hand, so I help her guide it on the tip of my dick and roll it down my shaft before I edge myself into her and sink.
She squeezes my ass with both hands, urging me deeper. I resist, bracing my arms on each side of her, supporting my weight. A frustrated groan escapes her lips. She wraps her legs tight around me and tries to roll us so that she’s on top. With a quiet laugh, I let her. When she’s sitting on top of me, still joined together, I lift her hips a little and slide out of her, then lower her slowly until she gasps. I know she doesn’t get that it’s more intense with her on top. But I want her to feel empowered, like she’s in control. Once I’m completely sheathed, I hold her hips still. She tries to arch up again, but I hold her steady, then I rock her hips back and forth.
I feel her clit on my pelvic bone. Her guttural gasp tells me she likes this. I do it again. She takes over, rocking, gasping until she’s on the edge. I use my thumb to coax her over as she cries out and collapses on me, convulsing around me, and I realize I’m shaking. I hold her until her breathing calms. Her orgasm slicks over me. I know any pain will be minimal now. I lift her head to look at me and kiss her softly.
“Hi, Ever.”
“Hi, Julie.” She smiles so sweetly.
I raise her hips and drop her down suddenly and completely on me. Her mouth makes a perfect, mind-numbing O as her cry rips through the silent room. She quickly lifts her hips and drops her ass down on me again, harder. I let her set the rhythm and she does. She drives me up into her over and over until I can’t breathe. All I see is her bodymoving up and down on me and I can’t control myself. I grab her hips and bury myself deep inside her with one final thrust as my orgasm pulses into her. And I feel her walls tighten around me and contract again as she collapses on me, kissing my chest, my nipples, my tattoo.
As our orgasms subside, she rests her face against my neck, her soft breaths creating moisture there. I nuzzle into her lips, and she rewards me with light kisses. How is she so perfect? She knows exactly what I want in this moment and she’s brand new at this. It’s like she was made just for me. Even though I know that can’t be true because I don’t deserve her or this. It won’t stop me from having it though. I can’t deny her, even if I wanted to. I’m putty in her hands, but she’s too innocent to know that.
Her breathing evens out and I dip my chin to look at her face. She’s asleep. And if tonight and everything we shared wasn’t enough to do it, this exquisite creature sound asleep, spent from her first night of sex, splayed out on top of me surely did it. The heart I was convinced I no longer had fell out of my chest and lay bleeding on the floor at her feet. She could break me if she wanted. Destroy me. Even more than my past has already tried.
Slowly and silently, I shift with her in my arms onto our sides and pull the edge of the comforter around us. In seconds, I follow her into sleep.
Chapter 32
Everly
Ismell the rain before my ears track the patter outside. The slider is still partly open, and I can see the day is giving coastal vibes without the coast. Warm, muggy, overcast. I’ve always loved it. Kinda mirrors my soul. Dark and broody. But today it looks fresh and cleansing. Just like it smells.
I’m not surprised to wake up alone. In all the weeks we’ve shared living space and then a bed, I’ve never woken before him. I’ve wondered more than once if the guy even sleeps. I figure he’s up drinking coffee, maybe even outside on the deck. I wonder how he’ll greet me. Will we kiss? Hug? More? My cheeks warm at the thought, and my center tingles. I clench my thighs and feel the soreness with the pressure. I press my hand to my crotch to both stave off my body’s reaction and ease the discomfort. I’m smiling so wide my cheeks ache.
I swipe his discarded shirt from the end of the bed and pull it down over my head and stretch my arms. Swinging my legs over the side, resting my toes on the floor, I reach for my phone on the nightstand. I see his name on the screen, notifying me of a text—from him. Myheart sinks. He’s not here? This insecure morning-after mindset is something the books don’t prepare you for. It’s all snuggly and sweet between the pages. The real world launches a swarm of nervous butterflies and spiraling what-ifs.
Julian:Brew is slammed with campers dodging the rain. Helping Pete and Shelley man the crowd. I didn’t want to wake you. Take your time but come join the party when you wake up. I made you coffee. ??
Phew.The helper in me wants to run right down and get to work, but I need a shower. I shift into work mode though and jet into the bathroom to crank the shower. While the water warms, I head to the kitchen to pour coffee. All thoughts of slow good morning kisses squelched, although it lands equal parts gloom and relief. The rush would surely stave off any awkwardness. Maybe by the time the crowd dissipates, we’ll have moved past the awkwardmorning-afterportion of the program.
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I’ve never had so much fun in a frenzied swarm. Okay, I’ve never experienced or worked in a “frenzied swarm” before. But still. Brew has been at capacity since I walked through the doors. An “all hands on deck” scenario, and everyone showed up. Lilly and Noah, their sisters, Pete and Shelley, of course. The whole atmosphere is one of connected cheerfulness. The gloomy weather did nothing to dampen spirits of the campers or the employees. Even Letty came to seat people and bus tables. She also brought a cooler full of juice shots and offered them to the waiting patrons.
“Most of the tables are low on napkins. I can fill them, but where do you keep the stock?” She pokes her head into the kitchen from the swinging doors.
