“I regret to inform you…” I press a kiss to her pussy through the lace before looking up, a wicked smirk on my lips. “You won’t be wearing them again.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband and with one calculated tug, the sound of tearing fabric fills the air between us.
I hook a hand beneath her thigh and lift it over my shoulder, pressing forward to taste her with the flat of my tongue. My cock strainsagainst my briefs as her taste explodes on my tongue, warm and tangy, sweet, and entirely fucking delicious. Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping lightly over my scalp. Fuck, it’s almost too much. I leave one hand on her hip and the other falls to my cock, palming myself roughly through my underwear.
“Fuck,” Ruth says lowly. It comes out as a long, heavy exhale as I press the tip of my tongue against her clit. “Need you inside me, Ev.”
My god, I need that too. I press one last open-mouthed kiss to her pussy before I stand on shaky legs. Ruth’s eyes rove my body shamelessly, and an appreciative smirk lifts her lips before she grabs my underwear and wrenches it down over my hips. It doesn’t tear the way hers did, but I push them down further and kick them off my ankles before wrapping my hands around her thighs and lifting her.
“You ready for this, baby girl?” I murmur. “It’s not gonna be gentle.”
“Fuck me, Everett.”
I lower her onto my cock, slipping inside easily. A loud whimper falls from her lips as she locks her ankles behind my back, forcing me deeper. I press her back against the wall, steadying myself with one hand against the doorframe, and I tangle the other in her hair as we begin to move together.
She meets me thrust for frantic thrust, gasping out loud each time I pull out and sink all the way back in. It’s been too long since we’ve been here, since we’ve been connected like this. I don’t think I’ll last long. My hand isn’t nearly as good as this, and the way Ruth is tugging at my hair, scratching her nails over my skin, scraping her teeth over my jaw, is more than I can take. It’s more than I remember it being. It’s just… more.
It’s everything.
“Fuck, baby girl. This is gonna be quick, honey.”
“Good,” she murmurs against my throat. “I don’t want a slow fuck. I want a good one.”
I unleash every part of me that’s missed her over the last few weeks. I slam my hips against hers, my moans mixing with her cries as I pound into her. She presses her feet into my ass, pulling me closer, deeper, and I’m losing myself in her as my entire body tightens, muscles tensing, white-hot heaviness spreading from the base of my spine. It unfurls slowly at first, and then spreads like wildfire, buzzing through all four limbs and darkening my vision. When Ruth clenches around me, muffling her scream with my shoulder, everything goes black, and I explode. I rock against her as she milks me dry, heavy breaths mingling as we come down from the most intense high.
After a moment, she lifts her head to look at me, and I press my forehead to hers. A lazy, satisfied smile curls her lips and sparkles in her eyes.
And that’s when it hits me.
I’m gonna fucking marry this woman.
Chapter thirty-six
Ruth
“We didn’t use acondom.” Everett is still breathless, still holding me against the door. We’re both freshly fucked, naked and sweaty, and with trembling limbs, I unlock my ankles from behind his hips. He slips out of me as he pulls back, giving me just enough space for my feet to hit the floor.
“Are you good?” I ask. He nods, worry marring his beautiful face. “Then I don’t care.” I push up on my toes to kiss him one more time. “I have an implant. No surprises. I tested negative. And I’m with you. Only you.”
“Only me, Ruth,” he growls. “Only me.” His next kiss is possessive, punishing, as he pulls me into the ensuite bathroom and switches on the shower. I’ve been daydreaming of this moment for weeks, desperate to speed up time, just to pause it again at this moment. I push Everett beneath the spray, running my hands down his torso from his shoulders to his hips.
He’s an absolute God of a man. Thick, corded muscle wraps his tanned, tattooed arms. His six-pack abs are the kind I thought only existed in airbrushed magazine shoots. And don’t even get me started on that V, the way his hips cut down deliciously to join the trail of hair running from his navel to his cock. His huge, perfect cock.
Hands on his hips, I drop to my knees.
I haven’t done this since our first time, a month ago. We’ve had sex since—we spent most of that visit naked, after all—but that was my first, and so far my only blowjob. Until right now.
“Baby girl, you don—” Everett starts to speak, but I silence him with my mouth as I wrap it around the head of his cock. He’s still hard, utterly insatiable. A strangled moan falls from his lips as he tips his head back, letting the water fall into his face. I swirl my tongue around his tip, lapping up the moisture beginning to leak. I can still taste myself on him.
His hands move to my head, fingers curling into fists, tangling in my hair and tugging lightly as I suck him deeper. I use my tongue to stroke along the underside and his grip on my hair tightens; another moan mixes with the sound of water hitting the shower pan. There’s water in my eyes and I scrunch them closed. I use my hand to work what my mouth can’t take, stroking the base of his length and massaging his balls lightly.
“Ruth, honey, get up,” he whispers urgently. “Fuck.”
I release him just for a moment. “You’re coming in my mouth, Ev. I want you to paint my throat with your cum.”
He shudders, a long groan leaving his lips as I take him in my mouth again, this time moving my head in time with the way he thrusts his hips against me.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, fuck.” Each curse comes with another rock of his hips as he guides my head with his hands. “Fuck.”
I almost choke with the force of his orgasm. Hot and tangy, he explodes in my mouth, and it continues as I swirl my tongue and suck at his shaft. A loud, strangled groan rolls through him as he rocks his hips against my face one last time, before his whole body shudders and he stumbles back against the tiles.
