Page 28 of Finding Home (Willow Valley #1)

TWENTY-EIGHT

EVERETT

W atching Chloe come undone with my name on her lips has me harder than I’ve ever been before. I grab her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth, sucking off every last drop of her release from them, moaning as her taste hits my tongue.

She’s panting as she watches me, licking her lips. When I release her fingers and drop her wrist, I drop to my knees beside the bed and grab her hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed. Her eyes begin to roll, the same way they did when I was in this position last time.

I waste no time tasting her. I devour her, making up for the lost months since I had her.

I bring her to the edge quickly, pushing her over it and not letting up.

Her grip in my hair tightens as her orgasm rolls through her, and I grin against her, quickening my efforts.

She comes again. This time, her back raises off the bed as her eyes squint closed, and she damn near pulls my hair out.

When her orgasm subsides, she tries to push my face away. I hold eye contact with her over her body, sucking her clit into my mouth.

“Holy fucking shit!” she nearly yells.

I do it again, this time allowing my teeth to barely scrape over the sensitive bud.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she screams this time. “I’m gonna come. Everett, I’m gonna come again.”

My fingers press up against her wall as my lips pull on her clit in slow long sucks. I feel her on the edge of her orgasm, she’s fighting it, though, and I’m not going to let her do that. I release her clit and look up at her.

“You’re going to come, Chloe. You’re not holding out on me. You’re going to give me all of it, and then you’re going to beg for more.”

She bites her lip and nods as she flings an arm over her eyes, and I suck on her clit again.

She stops holding back and allows the pleasure to radiate through her as her entire body convulses with the force of her orgasm.

I gently work every last bit of it from her before I stand between her now limp legs dangling off the bed.

She stares up at me. “How the hell have I been missing out on that magical mouth of yours?” she says breathless.

I grin. “Not anymore. Now move to the middle of the bed. I’m not done with you.”

She does as she’s told as I pull open my nightstand drawer and pull out the unopened box of condoms I bought the same day she agreed to move in. I didn’t trust myself or my resolve to not have some in the house while she was living with me.

I rip open the package of one, and she watches as I roll it down my painfully hard cock.

I climb on the bed between her legs, and we hold each other’s eyes.

This may have been a snap of sexual tension, my possessiveness over her bringing us to this point, but it also feels like so much more.

I’ve bared more of myself to Chloe than I have anyone in my life.

The last time we had sex, I didn’t look in her eyes as I took her.

I had her face down in the mattress as I fucked her fast and rough.

Looking into someone’s eyes during sex is just asking to give a piece of yourself to the other person, and that’s exactly why I haven’t done it since Renee and I were together.

I refused to give any part of myself to someone again.

But with Chloe, it’s like my soul is begging me to give her some of it.

To let her keep a small piece of it safe.

I hover over her for a few seconds before I seal my lips to hers again and she wraps her arms around me, moaning into the kiss.

Her tongue seeks mine, and we find the perfect rhythm easily.

My hands roam her body, starting at her thigh then gripping her hip before roaming up to her breast, rolling her nipple under my thumb, and she pushes her chest into my hand .

“Needy girl, aren’t ya?” I whisper.

She nods vigorously. “For you. I need you, Everett.”

I grin at her, notching the head of my cock at her entrance, taking in her face as I push forward slowly. She closes her eyes and lets out a deep breath. It fans across my cheek, and I lean in closer.

“Breathe for me, baby. Relax.”

She does, and I push forward a little more.

“I forgot how big you are,” she says, and I chuckle.

“You’ve got this. You can take every inch in your perfect pussy.” I kiss up her neck. “You were made to take me, North.”

She moans and relaxes more, and I push all the way in, her legs wrapping around me, ankles locking below my ass.

“Fucking perfect,” I groan in her ear.

“Move, Everett. Fuck me.”

I pull out slowly before slamming back in. I take my time, letting her get adjusted, and when she starts begging for more, I push up to my knees and grip her hips, lifting them before shoving a pillow under them. Her head thrashes as the head of my cock finds that perfect spot.

“Yes,” she moans.

I hold her hips as I thrust into her, her tits bouncing with each thrust. Her hands grab them, and she pinches and rolls her nipples all while holding eye contact with me, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“Goddammit, Chloe. We are never going months without your perfect cunt wrapped around my cock.”

She shakes her head, biting her lip. “Never again.”

“Look at how well you take me. Such a good fucking girl.”

“Don’t stop,” she moans, her eyes closing as she bites her lip harder.

“Don’t stop what?”

Her eyes open, and I smirk at her.

“The words.”

I circle my hips, making her moan.

“That. Whatever it is your perfect fucking cock is doing, don’t stop.”

This woman is going to be the death of me, and I don’t fucking care.

I do as she asks, keeping the same speed and movements.

She clamps around me, and I’m close. I feel my orgasm building and the tingling at the base of my spine.

My thumb finds her clit and rubs it in small circles, and that sends her over the edge.

She comes, calling my name under her breath.

Her words no longer have sound, and tears run down her face.

I come with her, releasing myself into the condom and falling on top of her, breathless.

I roll over, pulling her into my chest, and use my thumb to wipe away her tears. She chuckles.

“I’ve never come so hard I’ve cried.”

I grin. “Glad to be the first.”

She burrows into my chest, and I hold her, a hand running through her hair as a content sigh leaves her.

“What do you say to a shower?” I ask, and she nods against my chest. I chuckle and slide out from under her and then lift her out of bed and carry her into the bathroom where I start a shower for us.