Page 54 of Entangled in the Woods
On his knees between my legs, Everett parted my lips with one hand and guided the head of his erection into me. I could feel my walls stretching around him, submitting.
He stopped and took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. “Fuck, Lyka. I’m not even halfway in and you feel amazing.” Inching his cock into me slowly, Everett looked like he was in pain. His face scrunched up and his muscles tensed.
“Am I hurting you?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Everett chuckled at my question. “No, Elise. Nothing you could do in the bedroom could hurt me. I’m trying to control myself. You feel too good. Too wet. Too tight.” I tensed my walls involuntarily around Everett. He hissed at me. “Lyka…be careful. I want to last more than a couple of minutes.”
I smirked at him. For once, I had the power. I lifted my hips to take the rest of him inside of me. He groaned, and I gasped as his tip hit the deepest part of me. I felt stuffed with him fully inside of me. I stiffened as my body adjusted to the stimulus. Slowly my muscles that surrounded him relaxed, and we were both able to catch our breaths.
“I don’t know how long I can last.” Everett’s ragged breaths met my ear as he leaned his body to cover mine.
Our bodies fit together perfectly. My breasts tucked into the nook beneath his pectoral muscles, and his hips fell perfectly in the space between my legs. Holding himself up with his elbows, Everett began slowly withdrawing his shaft before he quickly slammed back into me, filling me deeply again. What had started slowly, quickly hastened as Everett found a rhythm. His member filled me completely, rubbing against every part of my walls.
Between thrusts, he lifted my legs to his shoulders, standing in a tall kneeling position before me. My ankles locked between the muscles in his neck and his large trap muscles in his shoulders. The new angle had him hitting the rough spot at the top of my walls, making me see stars. I was moaning at the sensation, unable to control myself.
I arched my back, moving my body away, trying to escape the intense feeling. Everett grabbed my calves and slid my body across the bed toward his in one smooth motion, slamming deep into me again. I screamed this time, coming undone beneath him. The feeling surprised me. It was a deep, guttural feeling to come that quickly, without clitoral stimulation. It had never happened to me before. There was little buildup yet total release.
I lay there trembling with aftershocks as Everett picked me up and held me against his body, his hard cock still inside of me.
“Good girl.” Everett smoothed my hair as he held me. “I love watching you.”
I caught my breath and my vision cleared. Pushing away from his chest, I looked up at his face. He was smug with pride.
“My turn,” Everett whispered into my ear. Laying me back down, he burrowed his scruffy face between my neck and shoulder. It was becoming one of my favorite spots for him to touch.
As he pumped in and out of me slowly, I grabbed onto his shoulders, anticipating his drives.
His lips brushed against my ear. “I won’t last much longer.” His thrusts increased in intensity, making me moan as his cock brushed against the sensitive spot he had just battered a minute ago.
“Why do you feel so good?” Everett asked between breaths. He got even harder as he continued to plunge in and out of me. Small pulses traveled down his cock, and I knew his release was imminent. He let out a deep growl, and I felt the whoosh of his come inside of me, coating my walls.
Before he lifted himself off my body, Everett whispered quietly into my ear, “Mine.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I laidmy head against Everett’s chest, listening as his pounding heart came back down to a steady rhythm. I used my fingertips to trace the tattoos that graced his chest. More thick swirls and loops. The patterns soothed my mind, which raced with thoughts about what Everett was thinking and feeling.
“Don’t worry about me, Lyka. I’m nothing but fully satisfied.”
It was like he’d read my thoughts. My head popped up from his warm chest, and I rested my chin on his pectoral muscles and looked at his face.
His eyes were closed, and the skin across his forehead was relaxed. “I’m sorry if that was shorter than you’re used to. I’m trying to get used to how you feel. I find it very hard to control myself.”
Giggling at his admission, I snuggled in closer. Everett had made sure I’d found my pleasure, but his own had been short lived. I hadn’t given it a thought until he’d mentioned it. It felt good that I had that effect on him.
I changed the subject, not wanting to extend his embarrassment. “Why do you call me Lyka?” My question was one I had already asked, but this time I wanted a definition for the pet name he called me.
“I already told you—it’s something I like to call you.” Everett opened his eyes and brushed a stray piece of hair out of my face.
“Yeah, but I don’t even know what it means. It could mean ‘small, dumb female’ for all I know.”
“Oh, Lyka, you’re not a small, dumb girl. Although you’re kind of small. And for sure a female.” His arms wrapped around me fully, and he rolled on top of me, bracing himself with his hands above me.
I swatted at his chest playfully, wanting an actual answer.
“Lykameans a wild, fierce wolf—something I’ve found you to be.”
“I’m not a wolf.”
