Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“I know, and it was hot. It’s just hard for me to get out of my head sometimes.”
“Do you want to call it a night and try again tomorrow?”
“No!” That came out a little too quickly. I added, “Can we just do this for a while and see what happens?”
“Of course.” Ever shifted a bit and draped his leg over both of mine. We were skin-to-skin for the first time, and it felt incredible. More than that, it soothed the touch-starved part of me, which I’d been ignoring for far too long.
When he kissed me, it was tender and unhurried. There was no destination we were trying to get to, nothing that needed to happen beyond this moment.
We took our time, savoring each other. My fingertips traced the lines of his body, and when we both started to get hard, he grasped his cock and mine in one hand and started jerking us off.
Even that started off more sensual than anything else, but as both of us started getting into it, he tightened his grip and began stroking us harder and faster. The sensation of his cock rubbing along my entire length at the same time was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
As amazing as this was, I still wanted to suck him. I whispered my plan for a sixty-nine to Ever, and he smiled at me and planted a kiss on my lips before I tried to flip around. A laugh burst from me when I fell off the couch, landing with a thud on the area rug.
Ever chuckled and said, “Good thing I moved the coffee table,” as he joined me on the floor.
He licked my stomach and took my cock in his mouth, and it felt so damn good. He was on his knees and elbows, hovering over me, so I propped myself up slightly and started sucking him at the same time. We both really got into it, and it was so satisfying to see and hear him respond to what I was doing.
He came in a matter of minutes, my cock temporarily forgotten as he moaned and lightly thrust into my mouth. After I swallowed his load, I dropped back onto the area rug, and he sat up and leaned against the couch. When he said, “Come here, baby,” I shifted around and nestled against him.
“We’re not done,” he said, as he put his arm around my shoulders. “Not until you are.” He began stroking my hard-on, using my precome as lube, and I swore softly. “My plan was to edge you until you were begging for release, but we’ll save that for another night.” I was glad about that, because this had already been a lot.
He brought me to the brink with his hand before finishing me off with his mouth. I cried out and threw my head back as I shot down his throat, grabbing onto him as we both rode out that intense orgasm. It left me shaky and exhausted, and I probably would have fallen asleep right there on the floor if Ever had let me.
Instead, he helped me to my feet and walked me down the hall to my bedroom with his arm around me. Then he tucked me into bed, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “Good night, baby.” I fell asleep maybe half a second later.
The next morning, I awoke to find Phil sharing my pillow with me. I scratched his ears and said, “I’m glad you don’t hold grudges,” before heading to the bathroom.
I was worried as I got ready for my day. What if things were awkward between Ever and me after last night? Was he going to treat me differently? Would he seem embarrassed? That would be so awful.
Once I was dressed in my workout clothes, I headed to the kitchen. As usual, Ever had gotten up before me. He wore nothing but a pair of tight, stretchy red shorts, and he was pouring a purple smoothie into a glass.
The moment he turned to me with a smile and said, “Good morning, Tracy,” I knew this was going to be fine. He was the same old Ever. “I made you a power smoothie. There’s nothing weird in it, I promise.”
“Didn’t you make yourself one?”
“I already finished mine. Different recipe. More algae.”
“More, suggesting there’s some in this one?”
“Not as far as you know. Just try it.”
“I will, as long as crickets were in no way involved.”
“They weren’t.”
“Swear to me.”
He raised his hand. “I solemnly swear there’s nothing creepy in that smoothie.”
I took a cautious sip and said, “It’s not bad. It only tastes a little like lawn clippings.”
Ever grinned at me before turning his attention to cleaning the counter. “Coming from you, that’s high praise.”
A few minutes later, on our walk to the gym, I found myself asking, “Are we going to talk about last night, or are we going to pretend it never happened?”