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Images of Everett’s fingers trailing over my body, his huge hands brushing along my bare skin until I can’t breathe past my need for him. My fingertips brush along my thighs, probing at the edge of my nightgown as I imagine him doing the same, teasing me until I’m panting for him, begging for him to touch me where I need him.
Slowly, I inch my hand up until my fingers touch the wet patch on my panties. A gentle moan slips from my lips as I close my eyes, allowing myself a moment of weakness to imagine how it would feel if it weren’t my own hand moving slowly, drawing gentle circles into my clit.
My other hand moves carefully, dragging my nails along my bare skin before circling my silk covered nipple. A gasp escapes my throat and my hips grind into my hand of their own accord. I can barely breathe through how turned on I am, how badly I need the release building under my own touch.
Before long I’m riding the edge of oblivion, teetering on the precipice of an orgasm my body craves almost as much as its next breath, and when I finally allow myself to tip over the edge, a strangled moan tears from my throat and my entire body tightens as waves of pleasure roll over me, taking the breath right from my lungs.
“Was that orgasm for me, dove?”
10
Everett
The last thing I expect to see when I creep into Wynter’s room to check on her is her hand on her pussy and the other on her tits. I should walk out the moment I realize what she’s doing, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her.
She’s right on the edge, I can tell by how tense every muscle is and how she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to keep quiet. My cock hardens immediately in my sweatpants, and I can’t help but reach down and give it a squeeze. He’s just as eager to get back inside her tight pussy, but patience is the key. We need to run the long game if I’m going to get her to trust me again, to realize I’m not going anywhere this time.
When she finally allows herself to topple headfirst into her orgasm, it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. Her chest rises and falls in sharp pants, the moan that claws its way from her throat makes my balls tighten, and the way her entire body tightens only makes me think about what it will be like for her to come around my cock again.
I lean against the door as I wait for her to come down from her high so as not to startle her. “Was that orgasm for me, dove?” I ask through a smirk.
Wynter’s eyes shoot open and meet mine, and the most delightful shade of pink covers her cheeks. Even under the dim moonlight I see the way her milky skin lights up with the color of strawberries, and I long to reach for her.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” She tugs the sheets up around her neck as she pushes herself to lean against the headboard. Her breaths come in hard and fast, her body still recovering from the bliss she just provided herself.
“I asked you first.” I shrug as I take long strides toward the bed.
“No, of course not,” she hisses, her body shaking under my gaze.
“Liar.” I smirk, taking the final steps until my thighs rest against the edge of the bed.
“Get out,” she breathes, and I can tell she doesn’t trust her own voice around me, not when I’ve caught her at such a vulnerable moment.
I shake my head slowly. “Now why would I do that when you’re in here coming for me without my permission.” I kneel on the edge of the bed and prowl toward her. Part of me expects her to throw herself off the bed to get away from me, but I’m quietly pleased when she doesn’t move a muscle, her fingers gripping the edge of the sheet tightly.
“I don’t need your permission to come. I don’t need your permission for anything.” Her voice wavers, the combination of her orgasm and my proximity making it hard for her to speak.
Good. If she can’t speak, she can’t argue with me about things we both know she wants but won’t admit.
I continue my slow crawl across the bed until my body hovers above hers. My bare chest is on fire with the need to press against her, but I hold back. I have to take this slow. I need her to know this isn’t just about sex, even if that’s definitely a perk.
“Everett,” Wynter warns.
“Don’t worry, dove. I won’t do anything you won’t like.”
“You don’t know what I like,” she snaps as she finally tries to roll out from under me, not that I allow her to get very far. My arms act as a cage, holding her exactly where I want her.
“You know that’s not true, Wynter,” I murmur, bringing my face down until we’re eye to eye. “You know I know exactly what you like, and just how to give it to you.”
She pushes against my chest. “Get off me. We fucked one time eight years ago, and you disappeared the next morning. It doesn’t seem like sex with me was very fucking memorable,” she growls.
I love it when she gets feisty. When she gets herself wound up with the things she knows she shouldn’t want but desperately does, it only makes for more fun for me.
I chuckle. She doesn’t understand, but she will. Soon enough, she’ll know just how obsessed I’ve been since the morning I climbed out of her bed and left for her safety. She’ll understand that there wasn’t a day over the last eight years that I didn’t think about her every single second of the day.
“That’s where you’re wrong, dove.” I brush my lips across her cheek, the whisper of a touch enough for goose bumps to erupt across her skin. “I think about that night every single day, and every single night it’s a memory I go to sleep thinking about.”
Her mouth drops open, and I’m tempted to take her lips, but not yet.
