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Walt
Imissedhertoo, but I’m not going to tell her just yet. I pull back, removing myself from kissing distance just to show her how it feels to be left behind, even if it’s for only a moment. Everie watches me with big eyes, looking for signs of me going back into myself. I’m not, at least not now. I said we’ll figure this out together and I mean it. Hearing her say she’s scared that she’s falling for me flooded me with a bunch of different emotions. I’m angry at our pasts for instilling that fear, frustrated that I still don’t remember everything, and nervous to be on the same path. We’re embarking on something new for both of us despite our age difference. The desire to wrap up some loose ends gnaws at me. I just want some peace. The sunlight illuminates part of my room where she has yet to look. I move in that direction and since her eyes are following me; she sees what she missed before.
Weed must make her emotional because her eyes tear up when she sees the bouquet of sunflowers. I’d brought them for opening night but didn’t feel like taking them with me, and she stayed out all night. It’s perfect this way since they are being presented while being bathed in the sunlight.
“You got me flowers?” She asks as she walks over to them.
“Of course. Being mad at you didn’t mean I couldn’t also be proud of your accomplishment,” I admit. “You got on that stage and didn’t let anything stop you from giving a stellar performance.”
She blushes like the dirtiest shit doesn’t fly out of her mouth sometimes. “How did you know?”
I tilt my head as I look at her. “Are you really asking how Walton Cambridge knows what’s your favorite flower.”
There’s much more where those came from since that asshole gave her a bouquet. I’ll never be outdone, especially for what’s mine.
My baby rolls her eyes again at my use of the third person. It’s something I’ve always done, so she’ll just have to adjust. I watch as she pops her blazer button, removing it as I realize knowing I like to use the third person is new information for me. I shift my focus back to watching Everie strip. The more her body is revealed, the more impatient I become. It’s been two weeks since we’ve fucked. I plan to make her suffer longer, although her nudity has my dick hard.
“Let me thank you properly, Walt.” Her seductive whisper makes me groan.
“Then get on your knees.”
I can tell that the steel in my voice when I gave her the directive made her giddy. Everie is always begging me to do my worst. She watches my hand slide over my erection and squeezes my dick through my lounge pants. She licks her lips as she slowly drops to her knees. Good girl. I’m ready to do what we’ve been too busy to do; but first…
“I got you something.” I walk over to my dresser and take the small box out of my top drawer. “But I didn’t give it to you because you weren’t behaving.”
Her pout and slight whimper are like an aphrodisiac. I move around her, staying out of touching distance until I’m behind her. Everest leans her head back like the world will end if she doesn’t look at me. The top of her head rubs against my erection.
The contact pulls a moan out of me. “Damn, look forward and stay fucking still, baby.”
She promptly does what I say, although anticipation and arousal make her squirm a little. The diamonds sparkle from being teased by the sun when I open the box. I pull out the collar and drop the box on the bed. I feel the pride when I look at it now that I couldn’t feel a week ago. It’s her favorite shade of green and her name is on it, as requested.
Everest bounces a little and I’m assuming it’s from anticipation, but I’m sure she can smell the leather before I bend to place it on her neck. She coos just from the feel of it and I’m ready to fold her up and fuck her until her memory is as bad as mine.
“Go look,” I tell her when I’m done.
I watch her ass as she walks to the floor to ceiling mirror in my room. She bites her plush lips as she plays with it while looking at herself in the mirror, turning herself on from the looks of it. Walking up behind her, I don’t touch as I look at the collar on her through the mirror. Everie feels my warmth, but I’m denying her my touch just a little longer.
Frustrated, she cups her breasts and toys with her nipples as we watch each other in the mirror.
“Back on your knees, Cupcake.”
I continue to stand, but slowly strip until I’m completely naked. She stares at my body and tattoos through the mirror like she’s never seen me naked before. I’m a big fan of different types of foreplay and this one is visual. I’m showing her everything she wants but taking my sweet time giving it to her.
I lower myself to my knees and pull her head back by pulling on the ring I had added to the back of the collar for this very reason. She looks me in the eye, asking what I plan to do. I lick the ridge of her ear, then suck it into my mouth until she moans.
“You want a collar like a dog, so you’ll be fucked like one.”
I bite the spot under her ear and suck on it as I reposition us. I open my legs and pull her back on me, then lean back on one of my hands while I use the other to guide her on my dick. My head pushes at her opening and I feel the wet heat waiting to engulf me.
“Give me my pussy now, baby.”
Everie wiggles her hips and I throw my head back in ecstasy when her pussy swallows me. It’s been too damn long. I tilt my pelvis to be deeper inside because I can’t imagine pulling out, not even for a second. We work together for the first few thrusts until I give it over to her.
“Show me some of those moves from the play.”
Watching her in the mirror as she backs it up on me just makes it hotter. I drop my hand from her hip, giving her the freedom to move as she pleases. Everie sucks her bottom lip between her teeth as she rolls her hips, grinding on me like we’re in the club. The friction from her movements is amazing, but watching her roll her hips while her eyes, full of lust and hooded, remain glued to me is something I couldn’t forget even if I went into another coma. I refuse to forget perfection.
Her head drops back, teasing my neck and chest with her hair. While it wasn’t her intention, it just adds to the sensual nature of her. Her movements become less fluid the more she moans. Even with her head thrown back, she’s still watching herself use me like her personal sex toy. I squeeze her hard nipple and smack it when she slows down.
