But I’m far from being over.
“You feel so good, Everly, baby,” I croon into her ear. “Better than I remember,” which is true. Maybe it’s the longing I’ve felt for her over the years; I don’t know. But no one has ever compared, no sex has ever been as good or as earth-shattering, than it is with Everly.
Her red tongue flattens against my neck and licks a pathway up my neck to my jaw. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” she pleads.
I pull back and lean up on one elbow, slowing the rolls of my hips as I stare into her eyes. They are shining with tears and emotion and desire and… maybe something more.
I can’t look. I place my head on her shoulder, holding her tight to my chest. I’m not able to look at her face, not right now. Or I’ll break.
This isn’t just any woman. This isn’t some woman I met at the bar. This is Everly.
My Everly.
Whatever she feels right now, if I look at her, I’ll feel it too and it will take us to a place we are not ready for. I’m not afraid to admit that. We shouldn’t even be having sex right now, but somewhere deep inside myself, I knew we would. It’s impossible to keep magnetic forces apart when they are close.
And every time we are close, we gravitate to each other. It’s natural. It’s a phenomenon I can’t explain. Even when I can’t stand her, when I don’t want anything to do with her because I’m so damn angry, my heart calls for hers.
The puffs of her breath dance over my earlobe, and it’s too much, knowing her lips, the ones that have so much to say but seal a secret, are close to me.
I flip her over onto her stomach and grab handfuls of that plump, thick ass. She cries out in this position as I drive my cock inside her channel.
“More, Rowan. Give me more. Harder,” she pants.
I push down in the middle of her back and straighten her legs until she is lying flat on the bed. Her pussy is even tighter this way. It makes my eyes cross. This position is going to milk the come from my cock in no time.
Remembering that she said she wants more; I grab her hips and slide in and out as hard and fast as I can. My balls slap against her lips, her moans carry throughout the entire penthouse, and I grunt with every thrust. I want to spill inside her, but I know that’s a conversation we haven’t had, and since this is probably a one-time thing, talking about it is pointless. But I really want to.
Right here.
Right now.
“Rowan! Oh, god, Rowan!” she snatches a pillow from the right and pushes it against her face as she screams.
Her pussy tightens around me, squeezing me like a vice. My balls pull up to my body, and blood rushes to my head, deafening me to the point I can no longer hear her cries as she orgasms. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. Everly feels too good. So good. The fucking best I’ve ever felt.
So, it’s a nice surprise that my orgasm slams into me so hard and fast. The next time I thrust in, I’m shooting my seed deep inside her.
And then her pussy clenches me again, and her inner muscles quake and spasm with yet another orgasm. I know with every orgasm, her muscles are grabbing onto my come and pulling it up toward her womb.
I don’t think much of it, though because even though she is on birth control, the chance of getting pregnant is slim without trying.
With the thought comforting my worry, I plunge in deep, trying to get every drop inside. It feels so fucking good. I’ve never come inside someone before, and I see why men want to do it. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s still hot and wet, plus the constriction of her pussy around my hard shaft—fuck—nothing has felt better.
Everly giggles as I collapse beside her. Both of us are breathing hard, sweat is dripping down our bodies, and my cock is still hard. I can’t help how much I want her. It’s been too long. So, what do I do?
I climb back on top of her and slide in again because I’m not going to stop fucking her until my cock deflates, and Everly can’t function.
“What are you doing?” she asks, still trying to catch her breath.
Her brown hair is matted to her head from sweat and is sticking to her flushed skin. “I’m going to keep fucking you, and fucking you, and—” I thrust in, soft and slowly, into her swollen pussy. “— fucking you until my cock is tired and your pussy isn’t begging for me,” I gasp.
I sigh, thinking about how long I’ve wanted this. I remember being eighteen, full of hope, and planning out my dreams. Everly had always been a part of them, just like she had been my entire life.
For the first time tonight, she cups my face, running her hand over the high plains of my cheekbone. My skin feels incinerated from the touch. And this time, I can’t look away from her. I don’t move. I keep still, soaking in her touch.
Everly moves one hand to the center of my chest, right over my heart and leans her head against my chest.
“Everly,” I warn in a light, but still sharp, tone. We can’t afford to fall for each other. Not again.
“Shh, I know. I know. Just let me listen,” she says, keeping her ear against my chest to listen to my heart.
An array of emotions swirl through me. I want to stay like this forever, but the other part of me, the part that screams that this will never work, tells
