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“Okay, I’m finished.” Her voice is breathless. “Why don’t you take a look.” She moves behind me to remove the cape, then offers me a handheld mirror from the counter.
I tap my foot against the stool, anxiety coursing through me as I stare at her outstretched hand. Our eyes lock as I summon my courage and steal a glance in the mirror.
My hair falls below my ears, still long enough to run my hand through it. The only difference now is my scar is fully visible with no way to hide it.
I remain motionless as I study my reflection. My hand trails along the jagged scar, starting at my left eyebrow, moving over the rough ridges along my cheek, and down to the corner of my mouth. After fifteen years, the once angry red has faded to pink, but it doesn’t make it any less a part of my identity.
For the first time in my adult life, the sight of it doesn’t evoke a sense of dread.
Somehow, it’s been transformed from something I once found repulsive into a hopeful reminder that healing can take many forms and that it’s never too late for a new beginning.
And I want Everly to be a part of mine.
“Are you okay?” She asks, tightening her grip on the mirror. “If you don’t like it, we can find a barber to fix it.”
I shake my head, pulling the mirror from her hand and setting it on the counter.
“I love it, Ev.” I draw her close, giving her a kiss.
I think I’m falling in love with you.
“I’m glad.” She smiles as she traces my scar with her finger. “You’re incredibly handsome.”
“I need you right now,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“You had your chance to tease me. Now it’s my turn.”
Everly’s gaze is unwavering as she steps away from me to take off her yoga pants. She shimmies them down her legs, kicking them off to the side. Next is her panties. She slides them past her hips, toying with me as she slowly lowers them down far enough for me to see her pussy. Once she pulls them off, she holds them out toward me.
My patience has reached its limit, and I get up to close the distance between us. I grip Everly’s hand in mine, pushing her panties to my nose, drawing in a deep breath. She drops them to the floor, her brown eyes filled with lust.
I tug the bottom of her sports bra, lifting it over her head to expose her full breasts.
“Damn, these tits are perfect, Ev. I’ll never get enough.”
I lift her onto the island counter and eagerly suck a nipple into my mouth, biting down on the soft flesh just the way I know she likes.
“Oh, god,” Everly cries out as I lavish her breasts with attention. “Fuck me, Cash. Don’t you dare hold back.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay, I have an IUD.”
I furrow my brow. “Are you sure?” We’ve been using condoms religiously up until now. “I’m clean, and I’ve never gone without a condom before. But if you’re not ready…” I trail off, my hand twitching slightly.
“I’m positive. I want to feel you without any barriers,” she says, giving me a soft smile. “I trust you, Stafford.”
A warmth spreads through me when those words pass her lips. Until now, she’s been battling her conflicting feelings toward me, and I’m aware of the magnitude of her putting her full trust in me like this.
Within seconds I have my shorts and boxers shoved down, my rigid cock springing free. I drag Everly closer to the edge and push myself to the hilt in a single thrust. She throws her head back, crying out as she clenches around me. Fuck, she feels so good without any barriers.
Something spurs me on as if we’re in a race against the clock as I fuck her hard, letting go of my last ounce of self-control. With every thrust, I revel in the feeling of my dick shoved deep inside her.
My senses become heightened, and I’m acutely aware of her sweet groans as she flies higher into oblivion, her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingernails sinking into my skin, holding on to me for dear life.
Everly has breathed new life into me; reawakening my heart, mind, and soul, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to let her go.
“Damn, you were made to take my cock.” I slant my mouth across hers, kissing her fervently as I buck my hips, picking upmy pace. We kiss roughly and I’m aware of the faint, metallic taste of blood when she bites down hard on my lip.