His fingers curl into the edge of my pants and panties; then in one smooth move, he rips them off, tossing them behind him carelessly. With his hands on my thighs, he spreads my legs, then places one knee on the bed, then the other. When his weight settles on top of me, I wrap my leg around his hips and moan when he captures one of my nipples and tugs while he cups my free breast in his hand.
The zing of pleasure that zips through me catches me off guard, and I dig my nails into his biceps. When he captures my mouth, I want to beg him to go back to what he was doing; then his hand skates down my stomach, and his fingers dive between the lips of my sex.
He finds my swollen clit with ease, and my back arches off the bed as I cry out his name. “Blake.”
“So wet.” He bites his lip, leaning back, his eyes wandering over my body that’s spread out for him, his fingers still working me over. When he gets his fill, his head drops, and he pulls my nipple into his mouth once more, sucking deep before traveling his lips down my stomach. His big hands hold my thighs open wide so he can bury his face between my legs.
Not sure if I should push him away or latch onto him to keep him in place, I grab onto the top blanket on the bed and hold on for dear life. Licking, nipping, sucking, his mouth works me over, and just when I think it can’t get any better, his fingers fill me up. I fly over the edge when they pump against that hidden spot inside me.
Darkness engulfs my vision as I fall, my body spasming, my core contracting, as I come harder than I have in my life.
“So sweet,” he whispers, kissing my thigh, then stomach, before moving back. I open my eyes, still panting, and watch him grab a foil packet from his pocket, then take off his jeans. The sight of him, of all of him, is almost too much for my mind to take in. He’s really beautiful everywhere.
As he gets back on the bed and uses his teeth to rip open the gold packet, my stomach dances with anticipation, and I don’t hesitate to open myself up to him once more. Now more than ever, I want to feel him, all of him. I want to connect with him, be connected to him. As he slides the condom down his length, I wrap my other hand around his and help, then lean up to kiss him.
His body comes down on top of mine, his heavy weight making me feel small. I pull back to look at him as I line him up with my entrance. The look in his eyes makes me feel powerful. I’ve never had a man look at me like he does. Like I have the ability to shut off the world or light it up. It’s a heady sensation.
As he begins to slide inside me, I bite my lip. He’s so thick it’s almost painful. “So damn tight,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you feel good . . . hot . . . wet.”
“More.” I lift my hips, listening to him bite back a curse as he slides even deeper. My neck arches, and my toes curl. I’ve never felt so full before. “Oh God,” I breathe when he slides out, then back in even deeper than before.
“You’re killing me, baby. I wanna fuck you so hard.”
“Do it.”
“I can’t.” He bites my chin, then my earlobe. “People are here, and Sam’s asleep. If I fuck you like I really want, I’m sending the bed through the wall.”
“Oh,” I moan, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips as he fucks me slow, so deep. He might want to fuck me hard, but the way he’s doing it is sending me closer and closer to the edge of something I know is going to be overwhelming.
My body starts to burn up from the inside out as his hands move over my body and mine over his. Our mouths battle in a messy duel, neither of us caring as we climb higher and higher together. Just when I think I know I’m going to combust, his thrusts speed up, and my fingers dig into his ass, holding on tight.
“Everly.” His hips jerk, and mine follow suit as his name spills from my lips on a silent cry. I jump with him over the edge, and then we both fly higher and higher until nothing but he and I exist. We both might have been lost, but I know in that moment that we have ourselves and each other. I just pray that what we have built is strong enough to withstand what might come.