“Okay. That’s fine,” I said.
“Come on. Let’s get you laid down then, so you can relax properly,” he said.
TWENTY
Everett
Andrea guided me to her bedroom and I had to duck to get underneath the doorway. She looked back at me with a wary glance and I wasn’t quite sure why she seemed to nervous. I wasn’t nervous. And she didn’t seem nervous while I was massaging her back at the kitchen table. But when she crawled up into her bed and laid down without taking off her shirt, I realized why she felt nervous.
“If you’d rather sit in front of me on the couch or something, that’s fine as well,” I said.
“No, no. It’s okay. This is actually a lot comfier. I’ve always enjoyed my mattress.”
“Ah, going to fall asleep on me, then.”
“Maybe,” she said.
“Do you have any lotion you want me to use?”
“Lotion on top of my shirt?”
I grinned and bit back a chuckle as her hazy mind slowly began to gear up.
“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I figured I’d simply throw it out there,” I said.
The silence hung thick between us as Andrea stared at the headboard of her bed. I stood there in her room, keeping a fair amount of distance while she made her decision. She knew what she was deciding between. If she took off her shirt and introduced the lotion, she knew what she was in for. I’d never be able to keep my hands off her silken, beautiful curves. I’d massage every inch of her until there was nothing left to touch with my hands.
Then, I’d touch everything else with my lips.
“I’ve got lotion in my bathroom. It’s sitting on the back of the toilet,” she said.
“Perfect. I’ll go get it. You just make yourself comfortable.”
My cock throbbed against my jeans as I made my way into her bathroom. I turned on the light and gazed around, taking in the meager set up she had. A small shower that wasn’t fit enough for a child. A permanently-stained toilet. A sink that had cracks in the countertop. A mirror that looked as if it had sat in muddy water for years before being plucked off the street. Being in there made me angry. Knowing that was how Andrea lived made me upset. After all she sacrificed and all she gave, she deserved better than the ramshackle apartment setup she had.
I quickly grabbed the lotion and turned off the light, and I walked into the most delectable scene I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Ready whenever you are,” Andrea said.
She had removed all of her clothes. Panties. Bra. Pants. Shirt. All of it, tossed to the side in a pile next to my feet. Her sheet covered her body and her cheek laid against one of her pillows, and she looked completely content and ready for my hands.
I was going to have a lot of fun with her tonight.
I kicked off my shoes and made myself comfortable. I stripped down to nothing but my boxers before I climbed onto her bed. It was small. Probably no more than a full-sized bed. But it would work for the time being. I straddled her ass and made sure not to put my body weight down onto her, then I lined her spine with lotion as she hissed.
“I’ll warm it up in a second,” I said.
The second my hands hit her back, she jumped. I jumped. Both of us jumped at the electricity that flowed between us. I smoothed the honey-scented lotion over her aching muscles and felt her relax into the mattress. I started small. I started at her shoulders and slowly worked my way down. I ran my fingertips along the edges of her spine and heard her moan into her pillow. I worked my way down her back, swirling my thumbs and kneading her with my knuckles. I got to the slope of her lower back and felt her groan underneath me as her body shifted and her skin broke out in goosebumps.
Then, I shifted the sheet down a little.
I put more lotion in the palms of my hands and rubbed them together. Then, I tackled her ass cheeks. Smooth and round. Shining for me and begging me to grip them. She raised her hips a little bit into my palms and my cock grew harder than granite. I smoothed my thumbs along every inch of her luscious cheeks before I slid the sheet down further, and her legs parted for me like the good girl she was. I slid my hands between her thighs. I massaged her excess as she lightly pressed her hips down against my hands. I knew what she wanted. And she would get it.
But not before I touched every inch of her.
She whimpered as I moved down her legs, working the ache from her muscles. I pressed into her thighs and swirled my fingertips around her calves. I massaged her beautiful feet and even went so far as to move and massage her arms. Every single part of her back at been lotioned up. Her skin was smooth and glistening for me, and my cock was two ticks away from leaking into my boxers.
“Turn over,” I said hoarsely.
And Andrea obeyed as if I had every ounce of control over her.
I put more lotion into my hands and started at her legs. I smoothed lotion over her shins before working my way up to her upper thighs. Her legs were spread for me and I saw her dripping pussy. It glistened and jumped for me with every stroke of my thumb. She rolled her hips. Sighed her lovely little sounds as her hands fisted the sheets next to her body. I took my time with her, watching as her pussy juices dripped down the crack of her soft, globed ass.
Then, I moved my hands to her stomach.
“No,” she said breathlessly.
A chuckle fell from my lips as I removed my hands and picked up the lotion.
“Patience is a virtue, Andrea.”
She sighed in frustration and it brought me more delight than I could ever explain.
I squeezed lotion into my hands and rubbed it along her stomach. I didn’t press down or massage. Merely coated her skin with something to make her softer. Then, it was time for her tits. Her luscious handfuls with peaks already engorged for my viewing pleasure. I massaged her breasts. I slid my thumbs over her nipples. I watched her whimper and gasp and buck, trying her hardest to keep still while I teased her sensitive peaks. My cock leaked against my boxers. I was harder than I’d ever been in my fucking life. I slid the extra lotion up the rest of her chest before I massaged the front of her shoulders, and when I removed my hands I watched her eyes open.
And the lust that penetrated my gaze forced precum from the tip of my dick.
In a flash, I was on my back. Her beautiful body hovered over mine and I felt her lips fall to my neck. My hand fisted her hair. I tried to pull her up to my lips, but she wasn’t having any of it. I smelled her womanhood. I felt her soft skin against mine. She physically removed my hand from her hair before she kissed down my chest, her tongue falling into the divots of my muscles.
“Andrea. What are you—”
Her hand reached down and cupped my dick and I bucked voraciously into her hand. Shit. Her touch was so warm. She settled herself between my legs and peeled my boxers back just enough for my dick to come flopping out against my stomach. It ached for her. I felt its angry red tip leaking as she pulled my boxers down my legs. She removed them from my body and tossed them to the side.
Then, I felt her tongue against the base of my cock.
“Oh shit, Andrea.”
“Mhm,” she hummed.
My hand rushed to her hair and I fisted the bun she had again. Her tongue slid up the pulsing vein of my cock before she wrapped her perfect pouty lips around the tip of it. I rose up and looked down at her, catching her fierce gaze. She looked determined. Wanton. Tired of waiting for what I had to provide. I propped myself up onto my forearm and watched her lips slide down my cock. But the second my tip touched the back of her throat, I fell back against the bed.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
She giggled around my cock and it pulled more precum from my tip. Her tongue swirled and her cheeks hollowed out, sending me into a bucking frenzy I couldn’t control. Shit. It had been so long since a woman could take all of me. I felt the graze of her teeth as her lips swelled with her efforts and I couldn't help but buck. My toes curled as her spit dripped down my balls and it was all too much. I
felt myself on the brink of explosion as her tongue lapped at my dick before her suction soared me to heights that swirled my mind.
But I didn’t want to meet my end between her lips. So, I pulled her from my dick and forced her lips back to mine.
I rolled her over and blanketed her naked body with mine. Her legs spread for me, coating my stomach in its wetness. Her hands threaded through my hair as I felt her hardened tits graze my chest with each buck of her hips. She was beautiful. Perfect. Angelic in all of the ways that mattered. My hand came up and cupped her breasts, massaging her painful peaks while she whimpered against my lips. My tongue battled hers. I raked it along the roof of her mouth and felt her shiver with delight. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to kiss every bit of her that my fingers hadn’t touched.
But I wanted to be inside of her more.
I lined my cock up with her sopping wet entrance and slid in effortlessly. And with every inch her pussy swallowed down, she shook. I grabbed one of her legs and slid it over my shoulder, opening her up so I could press deeper. She broke our kiss as her jaw fell open and the most incredible groan was pushed up her throat. I nuzzled her nose with mine. I kissed her cheeks as I held myself up. I slowly swirled my hips, giving her tight walls time to adjust to my girth.
Then, I pounded into her.
“Everett. Oh fuck. Yes. Work that pussy. Don’t stop. Mmmm, yes, honey. Shit. Oh, shit.”
“I love your filthy mouth, Andrea. Let me hear it.”
“Fuck that pussy, Ev. Fill me with your cock. Harder. I need you harder. Please, take what you want from me.”
Her voice swirled around in my head, clouding my better judgment. I rose up onto my knees and grabbed her other leg, tossing it over my shoulder. I bent her in half. I settled my body weight down onto her hamstrings. I watched her jaw unhinge as my cock slid deeper than I’m sure any man in her life had ever been, and a devilish grin overtook my face. She was sin in a bottle. A minx with a halo over her head. Her pussy squeezed me and her juices coated my cock, mixing with her spit and shooting fire through my veins.
I crashed my lips back down to hers as she curled her nails into my forearms and I set myself to work.
I swallowed every sound she had for me as my cock buried itself in her. I pounded into her, jolting her body and forcing her up toward her headboard. I put a pillow between the top of her head and the piece of particle board so she wouldn't hurt herself. Then, I kept pounding. I set a relentless pace. I unraveled her hands from my forearms and threaded our fingers together. I pinned her down, taking her body for my own salacious wishes as she laid there underneath me, bent in half and helpless to my assault.
I watched pleasure rush over her features as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Oh shit. Oh fuck. Ev—it’s so—I’m so—”
“Come for me, Andrea. Come for me and don’t you dare hold back.”
She cried out into her room as her tits arched into me. I buried my face into her soft cleavage, taking in the scent of her sweat mixed with her honey lotion. I filled her with my cock and felt her walls fluttering around me. She shook against me, her toes curling and her thighs flexing around my shoulders. I kissed her skin. Nibbled on her tits. Sank my teeth into that spot on her breasts and marked it deeper than I ever should have. Groans fell from her throat and monosyllabic tones that should have made sentences graced my ears. I stuffed her full while she came around me, drenching my balls in her liquid.
Then, I kept going.
“Everett. Oh my gosh. Oh, no. I can’t. It’s too much.”
I reached down and parted her pussy lips with my fingers before I settled my curls against it.
“Oh my fuck!” she exclaimed.
I chuckled darkly as I gazed into her eyes. I found her hands again and pinned her down. I wanted her helpless. I wanted her useless. I wanted her succumbing to me in all the ways I knew she could. I nibbled on her lower lip as I swiveled my hips, feeling my cock pulse as her walls caved in on me. I stroked her clit with my curls. I felt her legs jump as she whimpered out into her room. I nuzzled into her neck and buried myself in her, moving my hips faster and feeling her swollen nub pulse against my skin.
“I can’t get enough,” she whispered.
Chills ran down my spine as my fingers tightened around her hands.
My toes began to curl. Feeling her wet walls massage me was becoming too much. I kissed up her pulse point and over her cheek, my lips finding hers once more. I rolled my entire body against hers. I released her hands and allowed her to touch whatever part of me she wanted. I held myself up, kissing her until her lips swelled and her body shook with a want to release.
Then, I allowed her to have it.
I dug in deep, rutting against her as her pussy clamped down onto my cock. Her entire body darted and shook underneath mine as her nails raked down my arms. I growled out. I allowed the pain to take over my mind as Andrea’s jaw unhinged. Groans fell from her throat as I raked my curls against her clit, sending her over the edge yet again. Her pussy held me in its vice grip as her nails left bruised crescent marks behind. I felt my cock pulse before releasing deep within her body. She whimpered and gasped. Moaned and wiggled around. Her legs slid from my shoulders as my cock emptied inside of her, painting her walls and marking her as mine.
My lips came crashing down onto hers as I blanketed her body, our sweat mingling together as she threaded her arms around my neck. I felt her panting against me. Breathing my air as I slowly fucked her body. Riding her through her orgasm as she continued to pull threads of come from my balls.
“Oh, Everett,” she whispered.
My forehead fell against hers as her pussy pushed my dwindling cock from her body with its orgasmic rippling.
I laid there, feeling her drip onto my skin. My face fell to the crook of her neck and it felt as if I couldn’t move. She had zapped every ounce of energy from me, and I loved it. Her hand mindlessly threaded through my hair and it shot shivers down to my toes. I wrapped my arms around her and fell off to the side, taking her precious body with me. She nestled into the crook of my chest while her leg slid between mine.
“Stay for a little while?” she asked.
I pressed a kiss into the top of her head, feeling her sigh with content into my skin.
“However long you like,” I said.
TWENTY-ONE
Andrea
My eyes fluttered open and I felt something strong around my waist. Something warm. Something solid. I drew in a deep breath and felt that something grip my waist tighter and I knew exactly what it was. Holy crap. Everett had spent the night last night.
And I found I didn’t mind.
I felt the crust between my legs as I shifted in his arms. He looked so peaceful lying there next to me. Granted, my bed was small. I was practically on top of him. Whenever I moved, he shifted closer, and it slowly slid me on top of him. His arms wrapped around me as his blonde hair splayed across my pillow. He looked so peaceful. So handsome. It felt night to have him there.
I drew in a deep breath and laid my head on his chest. His legs mindlessly spread while he slept, accommodating my presence even in his most vulnerable state. I pressed my ear against his heartbeat, listening as the steady rhythm sounded out in my ear canal. I found that it made me feel safe. Having him there to wake up to was relaxing. I hadn’t slept as well as I had last night in years, and it rose a question into my clouded mind.
Was I falling for him?
I heard my phone vibrating against my bedside table and I moved like lightning. I didn’t want it to wake Everett up. He looked as if he really needed the sleep, and with his soft snores coming from his lips I knew he would probably sleep another hour or so. I muted the call and wiped the sleep from my eyes as Everett’s arms tightened around my waist. I smiled and bit back a giggle as he rolled us both over. The sun poured through my window and splashed against my skin as Everett’s cock seated itself right between my butt cheeks.
I groaned at t
he feel of it before I answered Jessica’s call.
“What are you doing calling so early?” I asked groggily.
“So, I know you’re going to be mad at me, but just hear me out.”
“What is it now?”
“So, I was out with Lucas last night. And we went to this fabulous restaurant that reminded me a lot of that one we went to in Myrtle that one time? You know, the one with the shrimp cocktail and the shellfish cocktail?”
“Yeah?” I sighed.
“Yeah. It was incredible. We had the best time and I have to take you there soon. Anyway, we were drinking our sweet tea and talking about how much fun we had in Vegas.”
“Uh huh.”
“And we talked about possibly going again and having a good time with just the two of us. I mean, not the two of us. But me and him.”
I rolled my eyes as I zoned out during Jessica’s ramble. She always got this way when she felt flustered. And I had no idea what the hell she had to be flustered about at nine in the morning. I laid there and closed my eyes, feeling how my body molded to Everett. How his thick, strong body laid against mine, holding me as close as he could. I closed my eyes as Jessica’s voice drifted off into the background. I wanted her to be done so I could get back to snuggling against his chest.
“Andrea?”
“What?” I asked, groaning.
“Are you still listening to me?”
“Jessica, I’m really glad you had a good night with Lucas, but I sort of have to—”
“No. You really weren’t listening. You mean I built that entire story up and you didn’t even hear the punchline?”
“Just give me the damn punchline then, Jessica. I haven’t had coffee yet.”
“Lucas knows.”
My eyes shot open and the blood in my veins froze.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It just sort of slipped out.”
“What do you mean he knows? What do you mean it slipped out?”
Everett groaned beside me and shifted in bed.
“Holy shit. Lucas was right,” Jessica said breathlessly.
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