Page 57 of Meant for You

Her fingers were wrapped around my wrist and she squeezed. “Yes,” she said, close to a sob.

“I’m going to push inside,” I said, muscles twitching, shaking with the effort to control myself. “Ready?”

Another squeeze of my wrist. “Mm-hmm.”

I pushed the tip of my middle finger into her, and we both moaned because, fuck me, she felt good. My mouth was slack against her jaw, and I was fucking drunk on my lust for the woman in my arms. Panting, I eased in nice and slow, giving her a little at a time. All the while my other hand played with her tit, massaging that perfect weight and toying with her nipple.

When I was finally in as far as I could go, I pulled out just as slow, and Everly shuddered against me. I worked her like that, nice and slow, until she was fucking drenched, until her thighs were quivering against mine. Christ, the sexy sounds she made and the way she was breathing harder and faster told me she was close.

I used the heel of my hand to apply some pressure to her clit, and she turned her head, burying her face against my bicep.

“Oh God,” she said, muffled against me.

That’s when I added another finger and started fucking her with them faster, not letting up, rubbing on that sweet clit the whole time. She trembled harder, and I felt the muscles inside her clench.

“Give me your mouth, Everly, now,” I gritted out.

She tilted her head back, eyes glazed, lips parted, beautiful tension about to break free right there for me to see. I brought my mouth down on hers and thrust my tongue deep, growling as she fed me her moans and came around my thrusting fingers so perfectly. I knew without doubt I would never get enough of making her feel good.

I finally stopped kissing her when her pussy stopped gripping my fingers, and I carefully slid free. She was lying against me, warm and limp and gorgeous. “Okay?” I said against the top of her head.

She nodded and took my hand in hers, threading our fingers together. “Yes,” she whispered. “More than okay.”

“Christ, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Eves. Baby, you lit up so bright for me.”

She tilted her head back, and even in the shadows I could see her cheeks had darkened. Her tongue darted out and slid across her lower lip. “I want to do that for you.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” I said, even when my voice, so damn deep and rough with lust, broadcast just how much I wanted that as well. “Making you feel good is all I need for now.”

She shook her head and turned so her side pressed against my stomach, her legs sliding under one of my bent knees. “You’re hard,” she whispered.

“I have you in my arms. My hand was just down your panties. I just watched you come, so yeah, I’m fucking hard,” I said. “But we go at your pace. We go slow. Don’t care about me, just you.”

“I care about you,” she whispered, staring up at me as her hand went to my stomach and traveled downward. “What if my pace includes getting you off like you just did for me?”

“That’s what you want?” I choked out, head damn near spinning.

“Yes,” she said as her fingers started working my belt, the button, and zipper of my jeans.

I hissed when the pressure of that zipper was finally off my painfully hard cock.

Everly bit her lip, eyes wide when her knuckles brushed my stomach as her cool hand dipped lower inside my boxers and she wrapped her fingers around my cock.

I hissed again.

“God, Dane,” she said, still in that husky whisper. “You’re so hard and…” She swallowed, licking her lips. “Thick and long.”

“This is what you do to me,” I gritted out, doing my best to keep still, to let her do whatever the fuck she liked to me. To not grab her small hand and force her to tighten her grip. To not thrust into it.

Her fingers moved over me carefully, and her eyes widened. “Are you…you’re pierced.”

I dipped my chin as she explored the ring through the head of my cock. She tugged on it, and it felt so good I had to grit my teeth.

The blanket was still up around us, and deep in the shadows we were in our own private world, just the two of us. Her gorgeous amber eyes stayed on me as she tentatively slid her hand lower, finally giving my dick a slow stroke followed by another gentle tug of my Prince Albert piercing.

My fucking eyes rolled back in my head and I growled, unable to hold the sound in. I usually liked to be handled kinda roughly, and if she tugged any harder on the piece of metal through the head of my dick, I’d blow the hell up within seconds.

“Tell me how you like to be touched,” she said. “You made me feel so good, I want to do that for you.”