Everly
“What is this?” she asked as she entered the dining room. Her smile was tentative and sweet. Confused.
White fairy lights were strung around all four walls, and something smooth and jazzy was playing in the background.
“It’s our wedding night,” Zane said softly. He came up behind her, a comforting presence at her back. Powerful, warm hands kneaded her shoulders and soothed away her tension.
“You made dinner?”
“I get one of those box delivery services. I think tonight is grilled salmon, broccoli, and brown rice.”
It sounded delicious. But what sounded even better was having her wedding night. Everly turned so she could face him and wind her arms around his shoulders.
“I don’t think I’m ready for food,” she said softly. Using her lips, she nuzzled against the firm line of his jaw. Her body pressed against him and Everly felt the tightening of her nipples.
They’d known each other for weeks now. Had been flirting. Had even shared a kiss on that long-ago night at the Lusty Leopard. Everly was done waiting.
She wanted her husband to make love to her.
She took his hand and pressed his fingers into her skin until it covered her breast. “Your hands are just the right size,” she commented, as she gazed up at him with hooded eyes.
His beautiful grey eyes darkened. Grew stormy with what she hoped was desire. His fingers held still, supporting the top of her breast while his thumb pressed in and up. The corner of one nail caught against her skin, and she arched deeper into his caress.
Their eyes met, breaths coming slower. A little heavier as desire arced between them. A heaviness Everly had never experienced grew low in her belly and her mouth opened on a slight puff of air.
Slowly but deliberately his thumb moved up. Their gaze never broke as he took her invitation and welcomed it.
Everly reached up, suddenly needing his kiss like she needed her next breath. Desperately.
Knowledge and awareness pulsed between them. His hand was slow, heat pressing into her delicate skin through her dress. Through her bra.
He lifted his eyebrows as if to say, “Are you sure?”
She nipped his chin. “I’ve never been more sure in my entire life,” she assured him.
His hand tightened, massaging sensitive flesh. “You want this.”
Everly wasn’t sure if he was asking or telling her, but she nodded in response. “Please, Zane. Don’t make me wait. Don’t make me beg.”
“Never beg, Ev. I want you too much for that.” His eyes crinkled a little as he smiled at her. “I just want to make sure you’re as ready for me as I am for you.”
“Always,” she vowed, not sure if she fully understood what that meant or not. On the one hand, she wanted Zane to hurry to the finish line. But on the other, this delicious slowness was addictive.
Almost all of their contact was between Zane’s hand and Everly’s breast. There was a gentle touch of his fingertips and the heat of his palm.
“Your nipples are waiting for me, aren’t they?” She nodded. His voice was sin itself. “You want me to squeeze harder?”
Everly whimpered and pressed herself against his hand for a deeper contact. She’d always been aware of her breasts, but never in such a deep, visceral sexual way.
She wanted his hands to squeeze her tender flesh. Wanted to feel her body respond to his fingers. His kiss. His body.
Everly wondered what it would feel like when she would finally be under him. Surrendering to his strength. Feeling his mouth touch her in every amazing and erotic way she’d ever imagined.
And yet, she also wanted the anticipation to last. To hold the sexual energy poised but not yet ready to spring.
As if sensing her needs, Zane continued moving his hands upon her body. The light touches were almost like tickles on her skin. Everywhere he touched, she felt alive.
She panted, wanting more. Wondering what was next. She ground her hips against the delicious bulge of his crotch like she wanted him to enter her, clothes and all.
He thumbed the edge of her areola, making her gasp in response. Her eyes grew distant, and her head felt heavy and tilted back, exposing herself to him.
“I need to hear you,” he whispered, his mouth moving toward her throat. He kissed the column, and the light scratch of his beard made her whimper. “That’s it, Sassy. Tell me more. I need to hear it.”
Her fingers tightened on his shoulders. Arms. Biceps. She couldn’t stop touching him as they kissed. Slow. Heated. Devouring each other as they were each swamped by desire.
His thumb finally, blessedly found the apex of her breast and tugged on her already taut nipple. Rubbing against him, anxious, desperate, Everly moaned her response.
“Louder,” he whispered, pinching her nipple a little tighter. Rubbing his hips against hers, seeking the final release.
Everly would have been embarrassed if she’d had the time to think about the keening wail he pulled so effortlessly from her. She blinked up at him, bewildered. “Zane?”
“Yeah?” His lips never left her neck unless it was to brush against her shoulder blades and collarbones.
“That was amazing.”
His shoulders relaxed, and he pulled back to grin at her wickedly. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he promised.
Her chin came down, and she opened her eyes wide in response. Everly’s breath caught as she kissed him on the lips. Her hands gripped his and led him into the bedroom. “Show me everything.”
Zane
Still in her shift dress, Everly climbed onto his king-size bed. Kneeling in the center, she watched him with bright, curious eyes. He took a deep breath, determined to make their lovemaking as beautiful for her as she was to him.
He shucked his jeans and shirt before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. He swallowed once before dropping them, too. He stood proud, tall, exposed. Letting her gaze feast on him. Zane saw her gaze drop as he stood naked, his erection as fully-engorged and as hard as he had ever been.
Everly rose and lifted the dress over her head. Zane wanted to chuckle as in her haste she was momentarily caught in the fabric. She wiggled and writhed on the bed trying to twist her way out of it but found herself inside out and fully ensnared.
“Help.” Everly suppressed her giggle, but Zane heard it in her voice.
“Hold still,” he said with a rueful chuckle as he approached the bed. He knelt on one edge and untangled her from the mess she’d made of her clothing.
His breath shortened as he saw the scrap of pink lace underwear as it protected her core. He stared hungrily at her and imagined what the little triangle of pink lace hid. And how it would taste. And what it would feel like to surround himself with her warmth.
He joined her on the bed, covering her. Letting her feel the weight and heaviness of his body. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Everly raised her hips just an inch or two, urging him to hurry up. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Let me love you,” he begged, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiled at her. “Let me do it right.”
“This feels pretty right to me.” Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. She rocked her hips harder this time. Another inch up, a little more anxious. A lot less controlled on her way down. Zane gritted his teeth as she ground against him.
“Let me get you off, okay?” He’d never been with a virgin before. He’d been expecting to go slow and ease her into lovemaking. What he hadn’t counted on was an eager firecracker ready to go off.
Zane rolled onto his side and spooned her. He placed his palm over her belly, wanting to feel the heat and of her silken skin. He rubbed his thumb along her abdomen, memorizing the feel of her.
He traced his hand lovingly over her innocent, gorgeous body. One finger touching Everly’s breast and she gasped in response. “You like that, Ev?”
She nodded shakily. “So, so much.”
“I can tell. See? Your areolas are all puffy and your nipples erect. Eager for me to suck on them.”
Everly whimpered. “Oh, God, yes.”
“I may never make love to you at night. Look at how beautiful you are in the daylight.”
He could feel the heat of her blush but was pleased she made no move to cover her body. No sign of shame in her body’s reaction to him.
His touch grew more brazen. He passed over the jutting edge of her breast, skirted across her tightened nipples. Just enough to tantalize. To tease. She shifted in his embraced and pressed her plush, comforting bottom into his crotch. “That’s it. Tell me what feels good,” Zane whispered.
“Everything,” Everly said with a soft, keening moan. She grabbed his hand and led it south, off her breast down, over her stomach, and down her body.
“Take me home, Everly,” Zane said into the soft cloud of her hair. She groaned and pressed her ass into him. His cock twitched in response from where it lay nestled between her ass cheeks.
With trembling hands, Everly drew Zane’s fingers down her abdomen, past her bellybutton. Down the center line of her body. She paused, and Zane felt the heat of her core so near and yet, just out of reach. “You want to stop here?” he asked, fighting the urge to part her labia and locate the sweet button of her clit.
Desperately she shook her head. “I want it all.”
“Show me.”
Everly sighed and pulled in her strength. Renewing the pressure on his hand, she coerced it to go lower.
“So sweet and soft,” Zane said, this thumb tracing the soft down of her pubic hair. “You like keeping yourself trimmed.”
Everly moaned her response. Her body trembled as waves danced along her body. Zane extended his finger to where her wet slit beckoned him. When his middle finger reached the delicate pink flesh, Everly abandoned his hand. She arched, her arms flailing as she reached for something. Anything to anchor her against the pleasure Zane gave.
She reached behind her, found his shoulders. His hair.
“Let go,” Zane urged. “I’ve got you.”
He passed over her clit and parted her lips. “You’re going to take me here, right, Ev?”
She nodded, making an almost inhuman sound as she strove for her orgasm. Zane smiled and kissed her neck. Her shoulder. Any inch of precious skin he found.
His palm was covered her core. “I can feel the heat coming off of you. So, hot. Wet. I can smell the musk of your arousal.”
“Zane!”
“Yeah?”
“Everything. It feels. Alive. Like a million tiny sparks all along my skin.”
Zane propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand never leaving the treasure he found. “You’ve masturbated before, right?”
Everly blushed. “Of course, I’ve masturbated.” Fire shot from her green eyes at the audacity of his question. “But somehow I never thought to tease myself for the better part of an hour!”
Zane chuckled. “It hasn’t been an hour.” He kissed her forehead. “Yet.”
Taking mercy on her, and truthfully, he was anxious to be buried hilt-deep within her pussy, Zane flicked her sensitive clit back and forth. Slow cycles to start. Then increasing his pace and pressure.
She cried out and arched into him.
He felt her heartbeat getting stronger, faster as her excitement grew. Everly’s breathing grew labored as she panted and cried out for the impending storm.
“That’s it, sweet Everly. You’re perfect. Magnificent.” Zane worked her clit, back and forth, fast and hard, all under his exquisite control.
“I think I’m almost. There.” She could barely form words, her body tightening in desperate response.
Everly’s right hand went to breast, playing with her tiny, turgid nipple. Pinching it as she helped to push herself over the edge.
Her body quivered in his arms. She shook. And Zane watched helplessly as her orgasm peaked. Her ass rocking into him, desperate for something she hadn’t yet tasted.
In the aftermath, her breathing slowed. She turned in his arms, so they faced each other. And kissed. “That was beautiful,” Everly marveled.
Zane kissed her, their tongues tangling as wildly as the sheets of the bed. “We haven’t even started,” he promised.