“I love you too, Everly,” I push her hair back behind her ears so I can see her entire face. “I can’t believe how long I’ve loved you.”
She smiles like I’ve given her the world and presses her lips against mine again. My hand reaches for the doorknob, and we fumble through the bedroom. I kick the door shut with my foot and yank my shirt off by grabbing the back of the collar.
“I always loved it when you took your shirt off like that. It’s so hot,” she grins with a lick of her lips.
I smirk, showing the dimple in my right cheek. Another thing that drives her crazy. “I know. Why do you think I always made sure to do it that way?” I lift the hem of her shirt, touching the taut muscle of her stomach as I yank the damned material off.
Her body is different, more curvaceous. Her hips are wider, her breasts are fuller, the dip in her waist is more pronounced. I didn’t think I could be even more attracted to her than I was before, but somehow I am. All I want to do is wake up to Everly, every day, for the rest of my life.
She has been my entire life so far, so what would I know about actually living without her? A world without Everly Madison is not a world I’d want to be part of.
I run one finger under the strap of her bra and pull it down her slim shoulder. Her hands trail down my chest, and she runs her thumbs over my nipples, making me inhale.
“You look different,” she says.
“Is that a good thing?”
She bites her lip and nods, “Very.”
It looks like both of us have filled out in all the right places. I lay her on the bed and kiss her again while my hands remove her bra. I toss it the side and look down.
“Fuck,” I grope the mounds in my palms, kneading the soft, tender flesh. “I’ve always loved your tits.” Her nipples are a pale pink, hard and wanting, waiting for me to give them pleasure.
“Rowan,” she withers under me, clawing at my chest as I pluck the beaded nubs.
I kiss my way down her chest and lick to her chest, darting right and swirling my tongue around one nipple before making my way to the next. Her fingers tug on the short strands of my hair as I work my way down her elegant body. So soft, so refined, so smooth.
I unbutton her jeans and tug them off along with her shoes. I can see her, light patch of hair above her pussy. My shaft twitches at the sight, and pre-come pools into my briefs. I’m leaking like a sieve; the anticipation of getting inside her is slowly killing me.
Next, I grab a fistful of her lacy underwear and rip them from her body. She gasps, but then moans, clutching the comforter in her hands so hard her knuckles turn white. She’s all waxed and trimmed in a pretty, vertical, wide line. I always love it when women keep their pubic hair. It’s so womanly.
I spread her folds apart, and my mouth waters from how wet she is. I’m dying for a taste. I’ve been wanting to see how sweet she is since I was seventeen. I swipe my tongue along her slit, and she lets out a very loud moan that sends shivers down my shaft.
I don’t know how long I can keep this up. My cock is so hard, it hurts. It actually, physically hurts. I dip my tongue into her pussy and scoop her cream into my mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
Pears. She tastes like fucking pears.
“You taste so good,” I mutter as I unbutton my pants and push them down my legs until I can kick them off. I latch back on to her clit, sucking and nibbling until her back bends off the bed and she is shouting my name to the heavens.
I can’t take it anymore.
I wrap my hand around my cock and rest it against her folds. Our eyes meet for a second, and she nods, her beautiful emeralds glazed over with desire.
In one quick motion, I’m sheath inside her in one long stroke. Both of us moan at the same time. Her hands clutch my ass, pushing me further inside her, making sure she has every inch. “It’s been too long,” I whisper.
“Never again,” she gasps, as she kisses her way down my neck, sucking on a hot spot right above my collarbone. We’ve never had time to explore each other before. I don’t know how she knows what I like, but I won’t question it.
It just reassures how we are supposed to be together.
I rock against her, slow and steady, trying my best not to come already. She’s so fucking tight, reminding me of how she felt the night we lost our virginities to each other. Her wet walls suck my cock into her depths with every stroke.
“Rowan, more. Faster.”
I bite my lip, needing some amount of pain to keep me from coming. I’m close. I’m too close. I lay my hand in the middle of her chest and give her all I have. I fuck her hard and fast, barely keeping control of myself. Next time, it will be better, but right now, I need to take the edge off.
“Yes, Rowan. Like that. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t!”
“I never plan on stopping,” I growl before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. The base of my spine tingles sending the best sensations through my shaft.
“I’m going to come,” she cries, and the start of her orgasm squeezes me tighter than I ever thought possible.
“Come with me,” I gasp, as my impending orgasm