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I intertwine our fingers, guiding her arms above her head, and begin moving in a steady rhythm. Everly meets me thrust for thrust, and I embrace the warmth as she welcomes me into her pussy. She has me under her spell, and I’m relishing the feeling of being owned by this woman. I’d willingly bind myself to her for all of eternity if I could. Marrying her was hands down the best decision I’ve ever made.
I brush my tongue against her lips before slipping it inside her mouth. She moans loudly as I pick up my pace and shift the angle of my cock to press against her G-spot.
“I’m so close, Cash,” she pants out.
“How badly do you want to come for your husband?”
When she doesn’t respond fast enough, I slow my pace, pushing into her with short, shallow strokes. She writhesbeneath me, desperate for release. Little does she know that teasing her is torturing me just as much, if not more.
“Tell me, Ev.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my back. Her blazing gaze locked on me. “Stafford, if you make me wait another minute, I will get one of my toys and do it myself.” She pants in frustration.
I press my lips together, stifling a laugh at her impatience. God, her fiery spirit is irresistible, notably when she’s on the cusp of an electrifying orgasm.
“Don’t worry, Ev, we’re going to come together soon,” I say, kissing her forehead. “This pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
She nods. “Only yours.”
Her confession leaves me undone as I pound into her without restraint. All rational thought is gone as the primal sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonates in the air. Everly flies higher into a state of euphoria, digging her fingernails into my palms. She looks up at me with her captivating brown eyes, filled with lust, silently begging for more.
“Come for me, beautiful,” I command, changing my angle to hit her most sensitive spot. When she shatters, I’m right behind her, letting out a guttural groan as we tumble into a state of oblivion together.
“You’re fucking perfect, and you’re mine,” I murmur as I collapse on top of her, resting my head against her chest as we both catch our breath. “Are you okay, Ev?”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “Yes, but we have a problem,” she tells me, her eyes shimmering with amusement.
“And what is that?”
“You promised me at least two more orgasms tonight.”
I chuckle, lifting my head to press a kiss to her nose. “Don’t worry. Now that I’ve had you once, I’m never stopping.
21
EVERLY
I STARE AT MY WEDDINGring sparkling in the light. Even though it’s early, I’m curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee and my laptop. I haven’t made an effort to start working yet, though. My thoughts are too chaotic to focus.
Last night, I couldn’t resist the magnetic draw to Cash any longer, and after our mind-blowing sex in the bedroom, we had sex in the shower and again on the bathroom counter. He treated me like a queen, showering me with words of affection and praise.
Something has changed between us, our connection going beyond physical attraction. It’s an emotional bond, a tether holding us together, pulling me back to memories with the boy I grew up with—cruising around Aspen Grove listening to Linkin Park, catching Saturday morning matinees, and him showing upwith a cheeseburger and milkshake when I needed a pick-me-up after my heart was broken.
When I woke up wrapped around Cash like a koala bear, his arms securely banded around my waist, reality set in. This arrangement was never supposed to be more than a marriage on paper, but despite my attempts to remain detached, my husband is finding his way into my heart. What scares me the most is how vulnerable that makes me feel.
I close my eyes, and think back to our wedding night.
We exit the chapel hand in hand, and I can’t hide the grin on my face. He shamelessly looks me up and down, letting out a low whistle. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
“I don’t think you’ve complimented me nearly enough tonight,” I tease, batting my eyelashes.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since I stepped out of the dressing room at the boutique in The Shoppes at Premiere. In the span of an hour, he’s called me some variation of stunning, beautiful, and gorgeous countless times. It’s clear he knows how to make a woman feel good about herself.
He gently tugs my hand, drawing me against his chest. “In that case, I’ll have to remind you every five minutes that you’re fucking sexy in that dress.”
The white satin contours to my curves, with a classic A-line silhouette and an off-the-shoulder neckline.
I wanted to wear a white dress for the ceremony but was worried when we got to the boutique only ten minutes before closing. When the sales associate found out Cash’s family owns the hotel, she was more than happy to accommodate us. After browsing the store, I finally found my dress at the back of a rack of sample wedding dresses that just so happened to be in my size.