Narcos…
She kissed me, and it was like she’d opened the damn floodgates. I suddenly couldn’t keep my damn hands off of her, my fingertips sliding the straps of her nightgown off of her shoulders so my lips had a path to follow across her lovely skin that was free of obstruction. The breathy moan that escaped from her lips as she tipped her head back and to the side to give me better access left me throbbing painfully in my shorts. I was about to lose my damn mind when she stood up and let the satin drift down her body to puddle at her feet.
I didn’t hesitate, I bucked my hips up off the bed and shoved my boxers down. She whisked them off the rest of the way and put a knee to the bed, flinging her other leg over mine, her hands against my tattooed chest pressing me back into the sheets, her palms warm, her flesh like silk against my skin as she shimmied up my body and put her sex directly over mine.
She didn’t hesitate, her jewel-bright eyes locking onto mine as she lifted my throbbing cock off of my stomach and pressed it at her entrance. She was as slick with want and need as I was desperate to be inside her as she sank slowly over the top of me. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head tipped back, her long, long hair tickling the tops of my thighs and over my knees as I got a world-class view of her perfect tits above me.
I cupped one in the palm of my hand, pinching the peach-colored nipple between the side of my hand and my thumb, gradually increasing the pressure until she cried out gently and her hips began to move. I massaged her breast, my other hand on the perfect swell of her hip, encouraging her to ride me, and ride me she did.
She wasn’t rough, she wasn’t too fast or too slow. She kept an even, steady rocking of her hips, a seductive motion that fucking did amazing things, my cock sliding in and out of her hot wet cunt while at the same time rocking back and forth in the deepest part of her. It was sensual and erotic, almost too much for my mind to keep up with, so I didn’t try. I lay back and let her take me for a ride, watching her writhe over the top of me, watching her lose herself completely.
Her inhibitions were stripped away, her shyness, her silence, her worry, and her fear all crumbling to dust as she looked down on me through hooded eyes. Her lips parted slightly, her breath coming in ragged and uneven pants as she took her pleasure and gave me the best experience of my life, bar none. She was magic. An earthly beauty that shouldn’t be able to exist, possessing the grace of water tumbling over stone, and full of life, her trust and her heart growing with the tiniest bit of care.
She was magnificent, and wild, and somehow she let me be a part of it. She let me be the one to hold her, to taste her, and to love her.
“Slow down just a little, babe. You’re going to make me come,” I warned, my voice tight as I fought to keep this feeling going forever. She gave me that Mona Lisa smile edged with sex and a little bit of love and my damn heart swelled so big, I thought I was about to crack it in two.
“Good,” she whispered. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Shit, Everleigh, you do. You make me feel incredible.”
She smiled and it held a surreal light, like sunlight through the green leaves of summer and the last vestiges of my control just shredded. I gripped her hips with both of my hands, my fingers digging into her pale flesh, and pulled her down over the top of me one last time even as my hips bucked off the bed. The crash of our bodies meeting set something loose in her because she cried out, her body arching, her pussy clenching my cock in a grip so tight I didn’t even know it was possible before she bowed over my body and shuddered with her release.
I felt myself pump cum-shot after cum-shot deep into her body, awash in this euphoric tingling sensation even as I cursed my own ass out silently for not being able to hold back. I loved coming in unison like this. In fact, I couldn’t ever remember pulling it off with any other woman, but it didn’t mean I was ready. Far from it. I wanted to stay inside her forever.
We were lucky she was on that birth control shot every three months or whatever, because if I had my way, we’d be doing this a lot more, now that we didn’t have anything else to do.
She slid off to one side of me, cuddling into my side, her inner thigh pressed over me as she wrapped herself around me, snug into my side. I turned just enough to smooth some of her hair from her face and to stare into her eyes.
“I wasn’t ready for that to be over,” I said, between breaths.
“You act like you’ll never have me again,” she murmured in a silvery whisper, a smile playing on her lips.
“I’d have you forever if I could.” I kissed the tip of her nose and tucked her hair behind her ear.
Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard.
“Really?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Really.”
“A-are you asking me to marry you?” she asked, and her voice held a little thrill of panic to it.
Too fast, too intense. Slow it down, man.
“Maybe someday, but not today. Not any time soon, really. Not until things are resolved and you’re back on solid ground.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been on solid ground, honestly,” she said and her body relaxed again, her relief palpable. I was just glad she was receptive to the idea that one day she might just be the girl I would marry. I didn’t want to be like, Oh, for sure, it’s gonna happen, because it really was too soon for shit like that, but I was catching a vibe from her like no other. We just meshed. I’d only ever experienced that with one other person, and that was Driller.
Again the thought of sharing her with him crossed my mind. My cock started to stir and I was taken a bit by surprise at the fast turn-around. I decided to try and explore with her a little.
“Have you ever really gotten to do what you want to do?” I asked.
She cocked her head and considered me for a moment.
“How do you mean?” she asked.
“Like, I know you took off from that town at the first opportunity, but the nomad’s life doesn’t really seem to be your thing. You put down roots so fast at the cabin and I honestly think that’s the first time I’ve gotten to see you thrive. It was beautiful… but it was also sad in a way.”
She dropped her eyes and listened to me, hearing me out, but didn’t say anything. I waited, and finally tipped her chin lightly with a finger. She looked up at me and I asked, “What do you dream about, babe?”
“I don’t,” she said carefully, defensively.
“Bullshit. We haven’t lied to each other once since I came clean about being a cop, let’s not start now. You can tell me you don’t want to tell me, if you want, but no deception. Okay?”
She met my eyes and curiosity shone in hers, curiosity, and gratitude, I think.
“I’ve always been fairly… flexible with my wants and needs,” she said and I raised an eyebrow.
“Wants, sure… needs are a different story.”
She scraped her bottom lip between her teeth and huffed out a breath. We always did a lot better when it came to talking about the past and things that once were when it came to her. The future was new territory.
“Let’s talk about something a little bit easier,” I ventured, and she looked grateful for the out. She nodded a little too quickly and I smiled. “Let’s talk about sex.”
She smiled, a beautiful grin that she tried to cover by burying her face in my chest. I laughed and she said, muffled, “What is wrong with me that sex is an easier topic to embrace?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you, babe. You’re just beautifully complicated, like one of those images made up of hundreds of thousand smaller images. Sometimes you get so immersed in the little pictures, you don’t even realize they all mesh together and form one big picture.”
“What do you want to know?” she asked softly, and I smiled.
“What’s your ultimate fantasy? One that you’ve never asked for, but always wanted to try.”
She swallowed hard and really thought about it, finally giving a shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve pretty much done it all…”
She nodded.
“With two men?”
“Oh, no. Always another woman.”
“Ever wanted to try with two men?”
“You like to share?” she asked.
“With Driller, on occasion, but only him. Never been comfortable with anyone else.”
I could see her think about it, really think about it, and it seemed like she liked the idea. She asked me, “You don’t get jealous?”
“Of him?” I shook my head. “No.”
“I mean, he’s attractive.”
I smiled and asked her, “You develop a little bit of a crush while in the hotel with him?”
She blushed furiously and I laughed. She slapped me lightly on the chest and cried, “Quit it! Don’t laugh… but if we’re being honest, yes. I thought about it.”
“About what?” I asked.
“About what it would be like, you know, if he kissed me.” She covered her face with her hands and made a sound that told me she was horribly embarrassed to be admitting any of this. I pulled her hands away from her face and pressed them to my body with one hand. The other, I used to caress her face.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, babe. Attraction is a natural thing.”
“Are you attracted to men?” she asked and I frowned and thought about it. Finally, I shook my head.
“No. Are you attracted to women?” I asked.
She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder.
“No, but…”
“But, what?”
“I guess it depends on the woman,” she said. “I mean, out of all of the ones I hooked up with for King, I was never really attracted to any, but there was this one girl that was just like… wow.”
I nodded. “I guess that’s kind of what it’s like when it comes to Driller. I can’t really picture myself making out with him or like, sucking his dick, but with a woman between us – damn. It’s the most erotic fucking thing.”
“You’d really be okay with me being with him in front of you?” she asked. “Like, not jealous at all?”
“Yeah, is it something you’d want? Both of us kissing you, inside of you, touching you?” I dropped my voice to a slightly seductive whisper and at the suggestiveness of it, her eyes dilated and she tried and failed to suppress an involuntary shudder. I chuckled and said, “Well, that answers that.”
“Shut up!” she cried, but she was laughing, and I was, too.
I rolled over on top of her, between her thighs and caged her with my body. I dipped my head, bringing my lips to hers, my cock hanging thick and engorged between us.
I put my lips beside her ear and pitched my voice low, quiet, and murmured softly, “My hands on your body, his lips on your skin. Close your eyes for me, babe, and just imagine it for me.”
She closed her eyes, her arms going around my shoulders, cradling me close to her sweet, sexy, body. I whispered scenarios, my cock getting hard to the point of pain as her breathing became steady, even, and deep with passion. She writhed a little against me as I placed strategic kisses against her erogenous zones while I took her through everything I wanted to happen between me, her, and my best friend, and she seemed really into it.
When I slipped inside her, she was impossibly wet. Hot and slick with arousal, her desire for everything I’d suggested was clear to me. I kissed her, and made love to her slowly, taking my time with her, driving her a little mad with pleasure, taking her to that place beyond words where she sank into that river of euphoria and just floated along with me.
I smiled when we finished and she fell almost immediately asleep in my arms. I held her close and dared to dream about a future with her, hardly knowing where to begin. My apartment was small, and totally sucked. It was fine for me, but she needed air, and grass, and green growing things – something she wasn’t going to get in a twelve-story walk-up in the heart of Indigo City.
I figured if I was about to start a new life, I might as well go all-in. I mean, go big or go home, right? That was hysterical, because in just a few short weeks, she’d become home for me, the only home I ever longed for. I realized I wasn’t as rogue or badass as I thought I was after a year undercover. I was just all about finding some stability, for me, for her, for the both of us.
I stared at the ceiling, Everleigh sleeping peacefully against me and wondered what was around here. There were a lot of older homes in this area with enough yard that I thought Everleigh would be satisfied. It was also close enough to the city that commuting wouldn’t be too much of a pain in the ass. At least not for me, on the bike.
I let myself dream while wide awake for a time, until her deep and even breathing lulled me into following her into a sleep of my own. I had a loose idea, almost a plan, forming, but unfortunately, our lives were officially on hold pending this fucking trial…