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Shivering, he positioned her under the warm spray, washing away the soap as he kissed her passionately, his tongue darting to meet hers. Breaking their embrace, Ever took a handful of soap and started washing his body.
“Your turn,” she offered as she ran her hands over his sinewy shoulders and back and over his magnificent backside, giving it a squeeze. He growled in approval as she slid her hands down his washboard abs and over the solid steel length of him. Running her hands up and down over his shaft, making him groan in pleasure. Surprising her, he stopped her hand and lifted both her arms above her head, pinning her to the wall of the shower with his hard, heavy body, his eyes dark and intense with lust. She gasped and moaned as he possessively held her there and took one of her breasts in his mouth, ravaging them in turn then tugging at the nipple gently with his teeth. She was lost, primal moans escaping involuntarily. Releasing her hands, he flipped her around, his front to her back and ground into her body as he cupped and teased her breasts. She felt like lava under his touch. Melting into the sensations he was eliciting. Sliding his hand down her back, he slid his hands over her behind, kneading her round globes.
“Hands on the wall and lean forward,” he ordered.
Hungry with lust, she obeyed, enjoying this alpha side of him she had not fully seen yet. She bent forward, and he smoothed his hands over her back, then gripping her hips, he plunged into her depths in one swift move. She cried out in pleasure, bracing herself on the wall as he drove into her with long deep strokes, making her entire body shudder with desire.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he asked between demanding thrusts.
“Yes!” she cried out. “So good!”
Feeling her orgasm building, she urged him by pushing back. “Bear please.” She begged. “Faster, harder, please.”
Digging his fingers into the sides of her hips, he thrusted punishingly into her, the sound of their wet skin slapping and deep feral moans echoing from them both. Feeling her orgasm peak, she screamed out in pleasure in a long-drawn-out cry.
“Oh Fuck!” Ben growled as the spasms of her muscles milked every ounce of pleasure from him, making him lose sense of time a place for a moment as his movements slowed and his own release ripped through him. Coming down and still connected, he wrapped his arms around Ever’s waist, bringing her back to his chest and kissed her neck as they caught their breaths under the shower spray. “Are you okay?” he whispered hoarsely, knowing how hard he had just taken her body.
“How can it always be so good?” she asked with a nod, trembling under his touch.
His lips brushed her ear. “I have never had it so good,” he confessed, engulfing her in his arms.
Ever turned her body to face him and shivered, noticing the water was running cold.
“Let’s get you out of here,” he offered as they did another quick rinse off and climbed out of the shower.
Ben wrapped her in a fluffy towel and rubbed her shoulders to warm her, giving her an affectionate kiss on the forehead. Grabbing a towel for himself and wrapping it around his hips, they re-entered his bedroom.
Stealing a moment to fully take in his bedroom, Ever let out a little laugh seeing his huge king size bed with a beautiful carved headboard. “A big bed for a big man!” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
Whipping off his towel, he wound it up to swat her. It cracked against her thigh, and she giggled, jumping onto the bed. He tackled her playfully pinning her to the mattress with his strong naked body hovering over hers. Wiping the wet hair from her face, he reached down to unwrap her towel and kissed her so tenderly she felt her heart flutter wildly. Feeling him harden between them, she looked at him with wide eyes. “Ready again so soon, Mr. Hastings?”
He grinned back at her mischievously and shrugged deadpan. “Sex god, you know.”
She smiled as her knees fell to the side, letting him sink into her once more. As he made love to her, this time slowly and tenderly, she knew then and there that he had made his way into her heart, and she was starting to fall.
CHAPTER 9
As May rolled into June, the days grew hotter, and so did their relationship. Spending their days hard at work on the farm, drinking Sun Tea on the porch and making love every night. They explored each other’s bodies with abandon, discovering all the ways they could wring pleasure from each other. They settled into a blissful existence together, both never having been so contented and happy.
Despite Ever’s euphoric state, the decision on the future of the farm loomed over her. Still unsure of the right course to take, she decided it was finally time to go through her father’s belongings. Entering his bedroom, it felt strange to be around his things. Being a private man, her father’s bedroom was his sanctuary. Even as a child, Ever seldom was in his space.
Looking around, she took in the large room with its simple oak bed and dresser. Her father liked simple things and never felt the need for fancy furnishings.
She put two boxes down on the bed and walked over to the dresser, running her hands over its smooth top. A small glass bowl held his watch, a silver dollar, and his Swiss Army knife. Turning to the bed again, she noticed one of his plaid work shirts hanging over the footboard. Picking it up, she held it to her nose. The sweet smell of Old Spice cologne enveloped her senses. She smiled, remembering how he would ask for a bottle every Christmas. A man of simple pleasures. Folding the shirt, she set it in a box marked “KEEP”. Glancing over to the bedside table she noticed her father’s wallet. She sat down on the bed and held it in her hands. The soft, worn leather had seen better days. She opened it, seeing the usual receipts, two twenty-dollar bills, a debit card for the local Credit Union, and a few pictures. Pulling out the pictures, she sifted through them, smiling as she took in each one. Several of her grade school photos, her graduation photo and an old black & white photo of her late grandparents were there. Continuing to sift through them, she stopped and squinted at the photo in her hands. The picture was of a woman around her age smiling at the camera. She looked pale, very frail with dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks slightly concave, making her dark eyes stand out. Her head was wrapped in a colorful scarf and, despite her obviously ill appearance, her smile matched its cheerfulness. A little rosy-cheeked girl sat beside her looking shyly at the camera. She held it up to the light coming through the window, trying to place the pair in the picture. As she was doing this, she heard Ben’s heavy footsteps on the stairs.
“Ever!” he called.
“In my dad’s room!”
Coming around the corner, Ben leaned on the door frame, watching her. “What are you doing?” he asked, entering the room, and taking a seat next to her on the bed.
“Going through my dad’s things.” She replied, eyes still transfixed on the photo. “I found this strange picture in his wallet.”
Handing the photo to him, he nodded knowingly. “It’s your mom.”
“How do you know?” she inquired; brows furrowed.
“A few years ago, your dad showed it to me. I was surprised when he did because, as you know, he was not the most forthcoming man. He told me it was taken just before she passed.” he offered, giving the picture back to her. “He said she had cancer.”
