Chapter 48: Dead of Wynter: Chapter 47

At first I don’t know what wakes me up. There are peaks of the sun through the crack in the curtains, but it’s not enough to pull me out of my deep slumber. I don’t need to pee, which is usually what wakes me up, and the room and house are completely quiet.

Ever so slowly, realization washes over me and pleasure floods my core.

“Good morning, little dove,” Everett whispers into the crook of my neck as his fingers gently stroke my core.

“Good morning indeed,” I moan, pushing my hips back until my ass makes contact with his impressive length.

“I thought seeing as you were such a good girl for me last night that you deserved a reward, how does that sound?” he murmurs.

“Really fucking good,” I gasp as his fingers brush along my clit and send electric currents of pleasure through my entire body.

He chuckles. “Your pussy is so wet for me, even in your sleep. Always ready for me to take you.”

“Please,” I whimper. His movements are too light, not enough for me to get anywhere near the release I so desperately crave.

“You’ll get everything you need soon, dove. Be patient.”

I almost tell him he can be patient after being denied a release all night, but I hold it back to avoid more teasing.

“I dreamed about your tight little pussy last night,” he tells me, the roughness of his sleepy voice causing my body to quiver with need. “I dreamed about fucking you just like this. Sliding into your wetness and fucking you long and slow, dragging out every moment of pleasure for the both of us.”

I whimper, both loving and hating the idea of my release being drawn out longer than it has already, but when I feel the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance, I don’t hesitate to push my ass back into him. “I need you,” I whisper into the quiet room.

Everett presses a kiss to my shoulder blade as his cock penetrates me, stretching me almost to the point of pain, but it’s the most wonderful kind, the kind that makes my heart feel just as full as my pussy.

“You’re so tight, little dove.”

He pushes forward until he’s buried inside me to the hilt and stalls there. I want to beg him to move because the longer he remains still inside me, the more the ache turns into a burning need.

“Who does your pussy belong to, Wynter?” he growls in my ear, nipping at my earlobe before kissing the same spot.

“You. It belongs to you,” I pant.

“Damn right it does. And who do you belong to? Who holds your body? Who holds your heart?”

“You. All of me is yours,” I admit, and for the first time the truth of those words washes over me like a warm wave of emotion. I’m his. I’ve always been his. When I was a teenager experimenting because I couldn’t get my brother’s best friend out of my mind. When I went to BDSM clubs seeking something to make it all go away. All those years I spent with an Everett sized void in my heart. I’ve been his since before I even knew what that meant.

Everett groans at my words and finally starts moving. His hips make contact with my ass with each slow thrust, and his cock hits the spot inside of me that makes my toes curl. “You’re all mine, little dove. And I’m all yours. Always.”

The combination of his words and the feeling of him taking me so gently brings tears to my eyes, but they’re not sad tears, they’re not freeing tears from a punishment. No, they’re happy tears. They’re the kind of tears that fall against your cheeks when you realize your soulmate is holding you in their arms like you’re the most precious thing they’ve ever held, and I allow the tears to fall. For once I don’t try to stuff my emotions into a little box where I don’t have to deal with them, because these ones I want to deal with. I want to feel everything with Everett. The love. The pleasure. The pain. Because all of it is worth it to be here with him.

Everett’s fingers weave around me until they’re drawing gentle circles into my oversensitive clit in the same rhythm as his hips thrust into me. His other arm wraps underneath me and holds me still for him to do as he pleases to my body. “You can come as many times as you want this morning, Wynter. You’ve been such a good girl, and you deserve a reward.”

I moan my relief, thanking any god who will listen that I won’t have to hold my impending orgasm until he’s ready to allow me to fall over the edge. “Thank you,” I whisper.

“Your pussy is clamping down on my cock,” he tells me as his fingers press down more firmly on my clit, bringing me right to the edge of oblivion.

One, two, three more thrusts and I’m falling. White flashes in my vision as I tumble into an orgasm that holds my entire body prisoner, taking away all ability to move and control the sounds I’m making, and I hand myself over, allowing every last ounce of pleasure to seep into my pores.

Somewhere in my consciousness, I can hear Everett speaking to me in gentle tones, words that don’t register in my bliss-filled state, but ones that mean everything.

“Fuck, dove, you’ve drenched my cock,” he groans, his hips moving a little faster now as he starts to chase his own release. “That was so fucking sexy, Wynter. Feeling you come, your entire body shaking with the force. I want to feel it again. You’re going to come again.” His fingers start rubbing the sensitive nub at the crest of my pussy harder.

“I can’t,” I pant. I’ve had orgasms back to back before, in fact, I almost always do, but that orgasm ruined me, and I don’t think I can handle another one like it.

“Yeah, baby, you can,” he grunts, pulling my hips back into him farther and the new angle has his cock hitting my G-spot almost savagely. His movements aren’t rough, far from it, but the overwhelming sensations border on painful, and yet, little by little, the familiar tightening in my core starts to return.

“Oh god,” I cry out.

“That’s it, little dove. I want you to scream for me,” Everett grinds out, his cock pulsing inside me. He’s waiting for me.

“Everett, it’s too much,” I sob tears I hadn’t realized were tracking down my cheeks.

“It’s never too much between us, Wynter. Come on baby, come for me, come all over my cock.”

And somehow I do. The orgasm hits me almost out of nowhere, and slams into me so hard it takes my breath right out of my lungs, tearing a scream from my throat. Every muscle in my body tightens at once, the blinding pleasure radiates through me until it’s all I can think about.

“Goddamnit, fuck,” Everett groans right before his cocks starts pulsating inside me and thick ropes of cum fill me. The room is filled with a primal roar, and even as my orgasm begins to recede, the overwhelming feeling in my chest is there in its wake.

We lay in silence, his cock still lodged inside of me, holding his cum in my pussy as we catch our breath. The sound of our joint panting is all I can hear as my mind begins to come back to itself.

“Can I ask you something?” I whisper, the gravity of the question I’m about to ask is too much, too loud on its own even before the words fall from my lips. The perfect moment we have shared is about to shatter, and I almost tell him not to worry about it before he can answer me, but I need to know. I can’t spend another day allowing myself to fall for the man whose body is still inside me without knowing.

“Anything,” Everett murmurs, his strong arms pulling me back until our bodies are pressed together without an ounce of space between us.

“Why did you leave?”