Page 39 of Beautiful Crazy
Glancing up, a sexy smirk tugged on his slick lips, Everett asks in a low, raspy tone, “You like this, mama?”
I nod feverishly, whimpering, feeling like I’m about to burst when he hooks his fingers inside of me, stroking in a come-hither motion right over the sweet spot that has a desperate, raspy moan clawing from my throat.
The fact that he just called me what he did shouldn’t add fuel to the fire burning within me, but oh god,it does.
“You’re so tight, and so fucking sweet. So wet for me,” he mutters before swiping his tongue over my clit again, causing my body to vibrate with need. “I could come right now just thinking about how this tight little cunt will feel wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh my god…”
“Do you want to come?” he asks darkly, almost taunting. “Do you want me to make you come with my tongue and my fingers?”
“Yes,” I pant and grind up into him. “Please!”
Without another word, Everett’s mouth drops back onto my pussy, and he does just that. My body tightens, muscles coiled, and heat spreads low in my spine, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. I climb higher and higher as his tongue ravages me. I feel like I’m floating until I can’t hold on any longer. Until it feels like I can’t breathe. Like my heart just might beat right out of my chest.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck,” I cry out, slapping a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound, as the dam breaks and my release barrels through me. I clench and contract around his fingers, the throb felt deep in my core. Wave after wave of pleasure so strong I see stars and think I might pass out. He licks up every last drop, only sitting back on his haunches when I feel like I can’t take any more and I push him away.
Holy shit, that was… intense.
I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm like that in… maybe ever. My body feels boneless, and my mind is completely clear. Not an ounce of stress about any-damn-thing right now. Fuck, that’s nice.
Everett comes and lies beside me, wrapping an armaround my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. Cuddling. I look up at him and can’t help but smile at the way he’s staring back at me. Dipping his head down, he captures my lips for a soft, sweet kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and there’s something so hot about that.
“What about you?” I ask as nerves ricochet inside of me again.
“Not tonight,” he breathes against my lips, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Tonight was about you. We’ve got plenty of time to explore our newfound friends-with-benefits relationship.”
I don’t know if it’s because I just had the world’s strongest orgasm and the chemicals in my brain are going haywire, or if it’s because this is the first time I’ve hooked up with anybody since my late husband, but his gentleness and the way he so clearly cares about making sure I’m comfortable has a lump forming in my throat and pressure building behind my eyes.
After a while, I get dressed and walk him to the door. Everett presses a kiss to my forehead before he leaves. Climbing back in bed, I lie awake for much longer than I’d like, replaying the way he made my body feel with only his tongue and fingers.
And wondering how I’m going to feel about it in the morning.
Seventeen
Everett
Pulling up outside of Bake Me Happy after a long day at work, I put the car in park, rest my head on the seat, and inhale a deep breath before exhaling. It was reptile day at school, which means all the students got to gather around the reptile man in the gym and take turns holding and petting various animals while learning about them. It’s something we did at my previous school too, and while it’s such a fun day, it also makes for an exhausting one. At least mentally.
Having the kids all shout and talk over one another, squealing—and sometimes crying—when the lizards and snakes and even the baby alligators touch them isa lot.
All I want to do is get home, change into something more comfortable, and relax for the rest of the evening. Before I do that, though, I need to make a pit stop at the bakery. I wanted to get the guys working on my house something special for how good of a job they’re doing, andwho doesn’t like dessert? I called in an order this morning, and Grace said it would be ready by the time I got off work.
Climbing out of the car, I stroll into the shop. The sugary smell greets me as soon as I walk through the door, a bell ringing as I do. There’re a few customers in here, sitting around a couple of the round tables placed throughout. The color scheme is a soft pink and mint green, and glass counters on either side of the register are filled with all kinds of desserts. On the wall behind the register, built-in shelves hold ready-made cookie mixes and tubs of frosting and what look to be cookbooks.
A woman who looks to be in her early twenties is waiting for me as I approach the counter, with a smile on her face and a pink apron tied around her neck and waist. “Welcome,” she greets. “How can I help you?”
Reaching into my back pocket, I grab my wallet. “Picking up an order for Everett Windward, please.”
“I got this one, Rach,” Grace says as she appears from around the corner, grinning as she spots me. Looking toward the woman in front of me, she adds, “You can take your break. I’ll cover you.”
Grace reminds me of Elle Woods fromLegally Blonde.Every time I’ve seen her, she’s decked out in pink and glitter, hair curled, makeup done, and her personality is the epitome of sunshine. You can’t help but be in a good mood around her.
“Who are these for?” she asks curiously with a smile as she sets the white, square box full of treats on the counter.
“I’m having some work done on my house, and I wanted to do something nice for the guys from the construction company.”
“Conway’s company?” she asks, the smile dropping as she rings me up on the register.