Page 250 of Out of Left Field

I nodded as I continued to grind.

“Really? Tell me about it.”

“You really want to hear about the orgasms I had without you?”

His grin turned downright wicked. “Without me? You just told me they were all about me. What have you been imagining?”

I truly believed he wanted to hear every last detail. Which was…fun. “Mostly I relive our night at the cottage.”

He groaned, letting his eyes close for a moment. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, too.”

Which explained why he was so fast getting his hands on me.

“What else? Besides the cottage?” He leaned forward and took me into his mouth, sucking while his tongue flicked.

For a moment I couldn’t think. All I could do was hold onto his strong shoulders and enjoy the pleasure he was gifting me. Then he pulled back, waiting expectantly while he kneaded my breasts.

“I, uh, read some as well.”

His hand moved up my spine, into my hair, making a gentle fist that he used to pull me closer. “Did you picture me when those books made you wet? Did you imagine it was me doing those things to you?”

“God yes,” I confessed on a sigh. “Can I have you now or would you like to keep teasing me?”

He fisted himself at the base of his cock. “By all means ride me, Willa. Show me what you like.”

I pushed my palms into his chest as I rose, letting him line us up, and then I slowly sank down, taking in his first inch. We both sighed and shuddered, my core quaking in random squeezes, some around him, some around nothing, making me crave more of him. So I kept going, taking him in inch by inch, until he was seated so deep it was hard to breathe.

“Fuck yes, take all of me,” he groaned, the muscles of his neck and shoulders straining as his hands kneaded my hips, rocking me on his cock.

I was on top but, I realized, Everett would always have control. When he wanted to. I savored having him inside me. I marveled at the way his large hands moved over me, guiding my hips, massaging my clit, plucking at my nipples. He liked to gather my hair in his fists and hold me just where he wanted me. Especially when it meant devouring my nipples, which, I noted, he seemed to prefer in his mouth at all times. But sometimes he simply arranged my hair over my shoulder. He liked to watch it move over my breast and dance along his chest when I leaned over him to ride him harder. He used it to tease me too, tickling my nipples or my cheek, sometimes behind my ear.

We were unhurried this time. We savored. We learned. I rode him, then he flipped me over on my hands and knees and took me from behind until I cried out that I needed to see him.

“Like this?” He moved over me. I was on my back, my head towards the foot of the bed, his cock nudging my entrance.

I wrapped my hands around his back, feeling the muscles move. “Like this.” He thrust hard and deep and I cried out. “Should I be quieter?”

“Fuck no. I like hearing you.”

“But…can they?”

Everett chuckled. “Don’t worry. The house is well insulated. Isaac and I tested it out before we moved in. If someone were in the living room maybe, but with everyone in bed, no. So be as loud as you need, baby. Let me hear what I’m doing to you.” He reared back and thrust again. Hard.

A new wave of pleasure washed through me and I arched my breasts up, taking him deeper.

“You like that, little siren?”

“It feels really good.” I closed my eyes and hummed, enjoying the feel of his cock buried deep inside me, making my body electric with need.

His lips came to my ear, gravely with lust. “Does my girl need it hard?”

I did. I needed to feel Everett pounding inside me, marking me, forever altering what we meant to each other. We weren’t just Everett and Willa. We were a man and a woman with deep primal needs only the other could truly satisfy. “I think I do, actually.”

“You’re fucking perfect.” He planted his hands, pulled back, and slammed into me. “Look at you taking all of me. I can tell you like it because you squeeze me so tight when I do. And you get so wet for me, don’t you?”

I didn’t care if we were making a mess of his bed. The sex was too good. I reached between us, gathered some of that arousal, and massaged it into my clit. “I am.”

His eyes sparkled because with my arm like this it pushed my nipple closer to him. He watched me carefully as he pounded me, making sure it was what I wanted, and when he saw how much I enjoyed it, it spurred him on. His powerful thrusts moved me closer and closer to the foot of the bed. And I realized he was calculating the distance, moving me on purpose, until my head tipped back over the edge, thrusting my breasts upward so he could reach them.