Sure, I’ve gotten erections with other girls I’ve dated, but it never felt right. We never went further than kissing. With Everly, I always feel like I’m on cloud nine. My heart races, my palms sweat, and I can never stop staring at her lips. They are so damn beautiful; they drive me to the edge of madness with that little cupid’s bow forming on the top lip, readying to shoot its love straight through me.
It doesn’t even need to. I’m shot. I’m a goner. There’s no hope for me. I’m drowning in my love for her.
We drive in silence, the windows rolled down, and the occasional waft of her pear-scented perfume drifts to me. I’ve always loved that smell. Everly unbuckles her seatbelt, slides herself to the middle, and lays her head on my shoulder. “Thank you for doing what you did back there,” she says.
“You don’t have to thank me. No one messes with my girl,” I say it to sound like I’m teasing, but I’ve always viewed her as my girl. Whether it be my best friend or my soulmate, she’s mine. And I know she has to feel it too.
“I’m glad. I don’t want to think about what would have happened if you weren’t there.”
“You never have to worry about that, Everly. I’ll always be here.” I take her hand and bring the soft palm to my lips, giving it a kiss before intertwining our fingers and placing them on my lap.
Damn, it feels right.
I turn onto a dirt road that only locals know about. It doesn’t even have a street name because it isn’t supposed to exist. The truck bobs, hitting all the divots, potholes, and bumps. Everly laughs as she slides back and forth across the leather seat. And I wrap my arm around her when we hit a big one to hold her securely next to me. She could have hit her head on the window.
“I thought I told you to put on your seatbelt. You’re going to hurt yourself.” I scold her, but all she does is giggle. “I’m serious, Everly.”
“You’re such a worry-wart. I’m fine.”
I put the truck in park and shut off the engine before stretching my arm over the seat. “It’s only because I care.”
“I know.” She doesn’t argue. Instead, she puts her head on my shoulder again as we stare out at the overlook.
It’s gorgeous. The night sky is dark with a blue hue, and the stars are so bright and shine by the millions. The Spokane city lights twinkle below us. Another soft breeze comes through the windows, teasing me with another waft of pear.
I’d be content sitting with her here forever because it’s so peaceful. I’m not sure how much time passes, but her hand on my thigh brings me back to the present. I swallow and tilt my eyes down to see her thumb swiping back and forth on my inner thigh.
It’s nothing. Don’t freak out.
But then her hand drifts up, and she rubs her thumb right below where my cock is. If she keeps it there much longer, she is going to feel how hard my cock is. I try to take a few deep breaths, but by now, she can sense the change in me.
I look over and see her staring up at me with big, emerald eyes that are glossed over with lust. “What are you doing?” My voice cracks. I clear my throat. I want to curse. I sound like I hit puberty all over again.
“I don’t know.” She moves her head closer to me until her lips are just an inch away. I can feel the warm puffs of air ghosting over my mouth. It’s an aphrodisiac.
“We shouldn’t.” It’s a poor protest, but something in the back of my mind screams at us to stop. This can ruin our friendship, but isn’t this exactly what I want?
Her eyes move from mine to my lips. “I know, but I’m tired of fighting it, Rowan. I want my first time to be with you. I want all my firsts with you.”
It’s my undoing. I grab her by the hips and lift her onto my lap. Her dress rides up, and the small strap of the dress falls off her shoulder. I cup her cheek, and she leans into my touch like it’s the best feeling she has ever felt. I bring her forward and lick my lips. There’s no more hesitancy. I take what’s meant to be mine.
I sigh deeply, feeling how soft her mouth is. My body becomes weightless as if I’m floating, as I kiss the only woman I’ve ever loved. I can tell she is inexperienced with how she kisses me back with so much uncertainty, but it drives home that she saved this for me. All of it. I relish in it. I treasure it.
She rocks against me and whimpers as she grinds herself down onto my cock, still covered by my jeans. A hunger like no other rips through me, and I growl as I push my tongue inside her mouth, dancing it over hers. I increase the pressure, taking her lips harder. I can’t control myself. I have to touch every inch of her skin, or my entire world will be over. I will die if I can’t see my fingers running over her milky skin.
Our lips break apart as she yanks my shirt over my head. I push my hands up her dress, torso, and breasts, until I’m tossing the purple material in the backseat. We stare at each other, both of us gasping for air. Her lips are red and swollen from our kiss. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.
Her hands ghost down my body, and those green eyes leave mine as they take in what she is touching. She runs her fingers over the ridges of my abs, and I moan from how amazing it feels to feel her touch. I’m not dreaming this. I’m not hoping.
