My strokes are long as I curl my hips into her, like a wave crashing against the shore. She tightens her legs around me, digging the sole of her foot into the curves of my ass, pulling me further inside her. I didn’t think I could, but I slide in another inch.
“Rowan,” she says with wide eyes.
She feels it.
She feels the energy between us. It keeps getting higher and higher. An electrical storm sparks between us. “I know,” I assure her, picking up the pace of my strokes.
Gliding in and out, with every sigh she lets out; I breathe in. We take ourselves higher, and higher, until the point of no return. I feel her walls clamp around me, but I’m not ready for her to come yet. I flip us over. Everly is on top of me now and damn, it is a beautiful view.
Her swollen, abused nipples are hard and staring at me right in the face. The small curve of her breast fits in my hand as I knead the perfect size mounds. She moves her hair out of the way, lifting it above her neck. I’m sure she is sweating.
I lift up and pull her head to mine, pressing our lips together.
She takes my face in her hands, not kissing me, just gazing into my eyes as she tries to set her own rhythm. I have to lay back down because I can’t catch my breath from how good it feels and how erotic she looks on top of me. “You were meant to ride my cock,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to hold back my orgasm, again.
Everly makes me really want to work on my endurance. I’ve never had this problem before, but one inch inside her, and I’m ready to blow. I’m lucky I can go a few rounds without getting soft.
Her hands fall to my chest, and her hips start to rock. Her mouth drops open in pleasure when she feels how good it is. She bites her lip at the same time her eyes roll to the back of her head. Everly picks up the pace, sliding back and forth, gyrating her hips like she has done this a hundred times. The way my cock is being used by her, is making it harder to hang out.
“Oh, Rowan. You feel so good,” she moans. “Yes. Fuck me, that’s it. Oh, god.” She tosses her head back when I thrust my hips up. When a guttural scream rips out of her throat, I realize she must really like this position.
I like it too. Believe me; it isn’t a hardship. I’ll take her any fucking way she wants.
I bring her to my chest, keeping my arms wrapped around her, and fuck her from the bottom, fast and hard.
“Rowan!” she cries, whimpering and clawing at my skin.
A gush of fluid soaks me as she falls limp in my arms. Her walls milk my orgasm right out of the tip of my cock, and I shoot my seed deep inside her, exploding in white-hot light. I want to be bound to her in every way. I want to feel like this forever.
My brows pinch together when Everly doesn’t move.
“Everly?” I shake her, still riding the tremors of my orgasm, snuggled inside her tight, wet pussy.
No answer.
“Everly?” I roll her to the floor and place my ear to her heart.
I breathe a sigh of relief when her heart beats against my ear. “You scared the hell out of me.” I think she just took ten years off my life.
My cock slides out, much to my dismay, and I pull her close. I close my eyes with a smirk on my face. I fucked her until she passed out. If that doesn’t make a man feel good, what would?
Chapter 24 Everly
I wince when the sun peeks through the windows, searing my tired eyelids and making me hate how much I drank last night. My brain is pounding against my skull.
“Turn the light off,” Rowan mutters, throwing a pillow over his head.
“It’s the sun. Can’t turn off the sun,” I complain. Why doesn’t this place have blinds or curtains? We get it. The view is pretty. So pretty. Oh-la-la.
Now I just want to lay in darkness and become a creature of the night.
“It’s stupid,” Rowan says into the pillow, making the words mute.
“Stop talking, baby. It hurts,” I beg, holding my hands against my head when I sit up, just to make sure my brain doesn’t spill out or something.
He nods his head but doesn’t say much else. I notice a curtain rod, but no curtains. An idea strikes my alcohol-poisoned brain. I stumble out of bed, and my stomach rolls. Stopping in my tracks, I put my hand to my stomach, waiting for the urge to puke to pass. Oh, the cleaning for ruining this fancy carpet would be hilarious.
I grab a blanket from the cabinet by the bed and grab a chair, dragging it across the room to where the window is. It takes a lot of will-power to balance and not vomit once I’m standing on the chair. I throw the blanket over the window to block out the blinding rays from the sun. I spread it along the wall and sigh when we are submerged in almost black.
Rowan lifts his head. “Did we die? It’s dark. It feels so good.”
I hold onto the arms of the chair and hop off, giving myself a second in hopes my head will stop spinning. “No, it just feels like death. We drank too many Shirley’s. Too sugary.”
“Don’t talk about her like that. She was good to us,” he flops onto his back and throws his arm over his eyes.
“So good that she hates us this morning.” I hold my hand to my stomach again and take a deep breath. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up.
I grab a bottle of water and a bottle of
