over, I run kisses along her shoulder and down the side of her back.
“But it’s torturous. Will you … touch me?”
Reese
Everett is off the floor and over me in a split second, wedging a knee between mine and the back of the couch. He begins to slowly massage my ass, and every bit of heat and pleasure surges to the area.
Clenching my muscles, I can feel the dampness on the shred of fabric between my legs. Warm, large hands mold to my cheeks, fingers delicately caressing, rubbing, and leaving me begging for more as I shamelessly push my ass up toward him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me. Letting me touch you … wanting more of it.” Everett’s finger barely grazes down my crack until it’s slipping inside the material.
“ Christ , my fingers wet, and it’s not even inside you.” He slides his finger up my crack and down again, circling and teasing.
His other hand is sailing up my back and gripping my hair, and I’m going to come from only his erotic touch. Fingers tantalizingly push into me and begin to explore, generating a build-up of overwhelming pleasure.
In … out, a steady motion that has me at the cusp, moaning wildly and rocking back against his hand.
“Give me an orgasm , Reese. Come around my fingers. You’re so close, and I want to see and feel all of it.” His free hand trails down my back and over my ass, words and sensations tipping me over the edge.
“Everett.” The ravishing pleasure, shaking and thundering in my core, has me crying out his name. He doesn’t stop until I’m spent.
“I’ m fucking you, Reese. I can’t wait.”
As he repositions and braces his foot on the floor, I have enough time to rise up on all fours. His arm encircles me, hand splaying across my stomach before his stiff cock begins to enter me.
The low growl from his chest stirs like a dust bowl, growing with each meager distance. It’s as if he’s transcribing the sensation to memory as he enters gradually, dominating his own desire to rush.
My moan sings with his growl until he’s as deep as he can go. He slides it back just as s lowly, and it’s driving me nuts. “Please, Everett, go faster.”
“Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart. I’m trying to hold back.”
“ I don’t want you to.”
His hands palm my ass, fingertips digging in hard before he’s using it as leverage to pound into me. Every thrust resonates the primal, sexual craving he’s lost in, and I greet it, feeling more desired than I ever have in my life.
Another orgasm frees itself, leaving me dizzy and weak. My arms quake, and Everett lets go after one last thrust. His fingers are imbedded in my cheeks, still clinging for dear life as he groans loudly.
As soon as he calms , I fall to my chest and suck in air, but I’m only there seconds before Everett’s scooping me up.
“What are we doing?”
“I’m taking you to bed. I can’t hold you the way I’d like on the couch.”
Where did the wild animal go? I have him drop me to the floor, so I can go into the restroom. When I return, he’s barely covered with a sheet, and I can’t help but admire the chiseled, masculine specimen in my bed.
“Well, look at you making yourself at home.” Everett gives me a boyish grin as he messes with his hair. “Aww, look at you turning red. I don’t mind that you got comfortable. It’s giving me an excellent visual.”
A s soon as I’m within reach, he pulls me down onto him and kisses my lips delicately. A hand glides along my fallen hair over and over, showing me tender affection.
“I got a little carried away. I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“I bet your ass cheeks think differently,” he says with a chuckle.
“Bruises will heal. You weren’t trying to injure me.”
The back of his hand skims down my cheek, and that sweet gesture combined with the sudden melancholy look in his eyes makes me anxious. I glance away as the memory of the pain he displayed in his office encroaches my
“But it’s torturous. Will you … touch me?”
Reese
Everett is off the floor and over me in a split second, wedging a knee between mine and the back of the couch. He begins to slowly massage my ass, and every bit of heat and pleasure surges to the area.
Clenching my muscles, I can feel the dampness on the shred of fabric between my legs. Warm, large hands mold to my cheeks, fingers delicately caressing, rubbing, and leaving me begging for more as I shamelessly push my ass up toward him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me. Letting me touch you … wanting more of it.” Everett’s finger barely grazes down my crack until it’s slipping inside the material.
“ Christ , my fingers wet, and it’s not even inside you.” He slides his finger up my crack and down again, circling and teasing.
His other hand is sailing up my back and gripping my hair, and I’m going to come from only his erotic touch. Fingers tantalizingly push into me and begin to explore, generating a build-up of overwhelming pleasure.
In … out, a steady motion that has me at the cusp, moaning wildly and rocking back against his hand.
“Give me an orgasm , Reese. Come around my fingers. You’re so close, and I want to see and feel all of it.” His free hand trails down my back and over my ass, words and sensations tipping me over the edge.
“Everett.” The ravishing pleasure, shaking and thundering in my core, has me crying out his name. He doesn’t stop until I’m spent.
“I’ m fucking you, Reese. I can’t wait.”
As he repositions and braces his foot on the floor, I have enough time to rise up on all fours. His arm encircles me, hand splaying across my stomach before his stiff cock begins to enter me.
The low growl from his chest stirs like a dust bowl, growing with each meager distance. It’s as if he’s transcribing the sensation to memory as he enters gradually, dominating his own desire to rush.
My moan sings with his growl until he’s as deep as he can go. He slides it back just as s lowly, and it’s driving me nuts. “Please, Everett, go faster.”
“Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart. I’m trying to hold back.”
“ I don’t want you to.”
His hands palm my ass, fingertips digging in hard before he’s using it as leverage to pound into me. Every thrust resonates the primal, sexual craving he’s lost in, and I greet it, feeling more desired than I ever have in my life.
Another orgasm frees itself, leaving me dizzy and weak. My arms quake, and Everett lets go after one last thrust. His fingers are imbedded in my cheeks, still clinging for dear life as he groans loudly.
As soon as he calms , I fall to my chest and suck in air, but I’m only there seconds before Everett’s scooping me up.
“What are we doing?”
“I’m taking you to bed. I can’t hold you the way I’d like on the couch.”
Where did the wild animal go? I have him drop me to the floor, so I can go into the restroom. When I return, he’s barely covered with a sheet, and I can’t help but admire the chiseled, masculine specimen in my bed.
“Well, look at you making yourself at home.” Everett gives me a boyish grin as he messes with his hair. “Aww, look at you turning red. I don’t mind that you got comfortable. It’s giving me an excellent visual.”
A s soon as I’m within reach, he pulls me down onto him and kisses my lips delicately. A hand glides along my fallen hair over and over, showing me tender affection.
“I got a little carried away. I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“I bet your ass cheeks think differently,” he says with a chuckle.
“Bruises will heal. You weren’t trying to injure me.”
The back of his hand skims down my cheek, and that sweet gesture combined with the sudden melancholy look in his eyes makes me anxious. I glance away as the memory of the pain he displayed in his office encroaches my
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