Page 42 of The Sun Will Rise
Suddenly, I’m nervous. He’s so much bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.
“You okay, baby girl? We don’t have to—”
“You’re so big,” I manage to say. “I don’t—it won’t fit—”
“Just relax.” He smiles. He’s practically preening. “You can take it, honey. I’ll go as slow as you need me to. Just keep breathing.”
He swipes his tip through my entrance and then pushes in. I gasp at the burn as I stretch around him. He’s too big, it’s too much, and it’s just the tip.Fuck. I need him so badly I might die if he doesn’t fuck me senseless, but I might die if he does. His monster cock might tear me in two. My thighs clench around his hips and I twist away from the sensation. He stills, and I feel the shakiness of his breath as his chest presses against mine.
“Kiss me,” he demands after a beat of stillness. He crushes his lips to mine, swiping his tongue inside, and as I relax into the kiss, he pushes himself deeper, a little at a time. I moan into his mouth and he lifts my thigh, adjusting the angle, pressing my knee to my chest and pushing deeper still. It’s life-altering and life-affirming at the same time. He huffs out a breath, stilling his movement.
Suddenly, the pain releases and the burn falls away into something exquisite. I feel his moan as it pulls from his chest, pressed against mine, and I taste it in his kiss as he surges forward one last time, pushing all the way home. And then we’re skin to skin as his hips meet mine, and he whispers a quiet curse into my mouth.
Home.
I’ve been searching for it my whole life, and in an instant, Iknow. Home isn’t a place. Home is this feeling of rightness, of light and peace and freedom blanketing me. Home is a person. Home is a cowboy who stole my heart. It’s his hands on my body and his lips on my skin.
Home is Everett Tanner.
“You tell me when to move,” he says against my lips.
I buck my hips beneath him, and the words that escape me are the only words I can come up with in this moment. “Move, Ev. Please,fuck.”
“With pleasure,” he smirks, and rocks his hips back and forth, thrusting slowly at first before picking up the pace. It’s divine. He’s so big, but he fills me perfectly. I’ve never felt anything this good. The friction is incredible, sending me wild and unrestrained as his pelvic bone slams into me with every thrust. Loud moans leave my lips unbidden; his name, God’s name,yes, yes, yes.
“Look at you, baby girl,” he pants. “Look how perfect your pretty cunt is. Look how perfectly you take my cock.”
My body is getting hotter and hotter, everything is brighter, everything is louder, everything feels more—
“Fuck!” The curse leaves me in a scream as I come, lights exploding behind my eyes and my limbs buzzing until they turn numb. At first, I don’t even realise the scream is mine. I’ve never come during sex. I’ve never come so hard, and I’ve certainly never screamed my way through an orgasm before.
Holy fuck.
Everett continues to thrust, pounding relentlessly, and when he reaches down to rub a finger against my clit, my knees pull higher, the tension almost unbearable. My heels rest on his back, pushing him even closer, deeper, driving his cock right into the most perfect pressure point inside me. His breathing becomes louder and heavier,small moans escaping his lips as he rubs erratic circles against my clit. Knowing that I—as relatively inexperienced as I may be—can have this effect on him spurs me on. Fuck, I think I’m going to come again. Fuck, fuck, fuck—
“Fuck,” he grunts, as I explode beneath him for a second time. We come together this time, milking each other, drawing out our orgasms as long as possible until we’re spent and sweaty, limp-limbed and exhausted. He rolls off me after a moment, ridding himself of the condom and pulling me into his arms.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe. I don’t think I’ve ever said that word quite so much in my life as I have tonight. I had no idea sex could be so… sexy. I had no idea an orgasm could feel so fucking good.
“Relax now, baby girl,” he murmurs. He sits up and reaches down to my knees, sliding the boots off my feet and standing them neatly beside the bed. Then, with one hand low on my belly, settling my still-trembling muscles, he kisses my forehead and the tip of my nose, before capturing my lips in another searing kiss. “You did so good. Just relax now.”
Chapter twenty-one
Everett
Now that I knowthe feeling of being inside Ruth Bevan, of being connected to her in the most intimate, biblical, primal of ways, it has suddenly become the only high I ever want to chase.
“Can I tell you something?”
We’re lying in bed, after we’ve cleaned ourselves up and I’ve changed the sheets. Ruth’s body fits against mine perfectly with her back against my chest. It’s like she was always supposed to be mine; the part of my soul I never knew was missing. I have one arm tucked under my head, my fingers idly stroking through her hair, and the other resting low on her pelvis. The spot my hand seems to gravitate towards. I hum in acknowledgment, kiss her shoulder, a silent urge for her to continue.
“I’ve never—I mean.” She shifts slightly in my arms. “I’m not a virgin, Ev. I’m thirty-two years old. I haven’t been a virgin for a long time. I’m hardly the most experienced woman in the world, it’s not like I have a ton of sex or anything, but I—no one has ever made me come like that before. At all, really. No one except my own hands, or Boney V the vibrator.”
One more thing I love about Ruth Bevan: the way she rambles when she’s nervous. I bite back a chuckle, but a tiny snort escapes my lips at the name of her vibrator. And then I realise what she’s saying to me.
“Ever?” I repeat. “Even… ever?”
She nods shyly, shrugging the shoulder my chin is resting on.
