He laughs, that low gravelly laugh.
“Show me then,” he says. “Show me what your hands can do.”
That’s when I decide I’m going to take this mountain man at his word. There’s not going to be any coy questions about what happens next, no nervous looks considering what both of us clearly want.
This is happening.
Still, I can’t help but tell him the truth, that his kisses caught me off guard. “I had no idea you wanted this. Wanted me.”
Everett pulls away, looks at me intently, and then leans back to kiss me once more.
This time harder.
Leaving no questions in my mind.
“I always know what I want,” he tells me. “But I’m not one of those men who use a lot of words to make that clear.”
“I might have enough words for both of us.”
Everett shakes his head. “Right now, I don’t think we need many words.” He stands and reaches for my hand.
His hand is so warm and big as it reaches around my waist and pulls me to him. I’m not a tiny girl, rail thin and petite. I have curves, and sometimes they get in the way of whether a guy wants me. I enjoy my white chocolate mochas and Frappuccino’s with an extra pump of caramel.
And sure, I post a lot of crafty ideas on my blog, but there’s a fair share of recipes offered as well. I make a mean cheesecake and award-winning meringue.
Sugar and spice and everything nice: Guilt-free goodies.
And in Everett’s arms, I feel like I fit.
Serendipity.
Everett's hands wrap around my waist, and then he reaches underneath my sweater. I inhale sharply, relishing this moment.
His palms press against my bare skin and when he touches me a shiver of pleasure runs over my spine.
“This is really happening.” It’s a shock that my day has turned out like this.
“Yes, Evie. This is happening.” He lifts my shirt over my head, my arms raised, and takes it off in one fell swoop. I’m wearing a red lacy bra, and you can see my hardened nipples through it. Everett’s eyes take in my body slowly.
There is no room for insecurity with this man. There’s no space for me to cover my tummy or drop my gaze. But I wouldn’t want to -- the way he’s looking at me, it’s like he’s relishing everything he sees.
“Damn, woman,” he says, shaking his head. “What would have happened if I hadn’t found you in the woods?”
“I suppose I would’ve frozen to death?”
“Good thing that didn’t happen.” His finger runs from my chin down to my neck, then between my breasts and to my bellybutton. When he gets there, he uses both hands to unbutton me, then pulling the zipper ever so slightly, folding back my jeans, revealing a triangle of my matching red panties in the space between.
“Fuck, I know this will sound like I’m a selfish bastard,” he says. “But God, woman, my life would be incomplete if I hadn’t had the chance to see you. To see this. Evie, you are perfection.”
I know my face must now be matching my undies, but I don’t care.
I’m loving the attention, loving the fact I’m not asking or fishing for compliments. He’s just giving them to me.
Usually, I’m the one who initiates dates or meet-ups. It’s not often that I’m the girl guys are lusting over.
I talk a lot. I say what I mean. I dress for myself more than anyone else, and guys aren’t typically into hot pink rain boots and patterned leggings with slouchy sweaters.
It seems like most guys prefer faux leather corsets and booty shorts.
But with Everett... he’s seriously looking at me like I’m his teenage wet dream. Like I’m the kind of girl he’s always wanted.
I smile -- grin, really. “You haven’t even seen all of me yet, Everett, just wait till you see my pussy.”
Everett drops his head back, laughing again. He drops to his knees and pulls my jeans all the way down, helps me step out of them.
And then I’m in nothing but my underwear and red wool socks.
He looks up at me, a smirk on his face, those bright blue eyes meeting mine. “In all this red you look like a Christmas bow.” Everett runs his hands over my ass.
“You like red bows?”
“Only if I can untie them. “
“Let me help.” I unclasp my bra, toss it aside. My hard nipples and big tits are presents for him.
“Oh, fuck, woman, you are insane.” He presses his lips to my tummy. His fingers on either side of my waist tugging down the waistband of my panties. His breath is hot and my pussy responds. I’m so wet for him.
“Don’t tease me.” I laugh as his mouth presses hard against my mound, kissing me through the lace. Oh, god, I could get used to this.
“No teasing,” he promises. “I want to stay on Santa’s good list.
“You believe in Santa Claus?”
“Hell yeah, I believe in Santa. I have a feeling with you around, I’d be a fool to say otherwise,” Everett says, with his chin raised so our eyes meet.
I run my hands through his hair, ruffling the dark strands as his beard rubs against my thighs.
I think of the memes I’ve seen on Facebook about bearded men belonging between a woman’s legs, and I can’t help but let a laugh escape at this being my real-life actuality.
“Does that tickle?” he asks.
“More. I want more, Everett.”
Everett pulls off my panties, his hand cupping my bare ass, my fingers itching to touch him, to touch his cock. He’s still taking his time with me. His mouth is hot against my pussy and he runs a finger between my legs, over my ass, his fingers finding my most tender parts. His tongue runs over my pussy, tasting my wetness.
“I like knowing how ready you are,” he tells me. “I’m ready too.”
I looked down and see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans. But then his face is against my pussy again, his tongue licking me, tasting my release.
My eyes close and I move my hips ever so slightly, leaning into this intimacy with him.
“I need you on your back,” he tells me. “I need your legs spread, and to make your pussy mine.”
He stands, picking me up, in a way no man ever has before and carries me out of the living room.
I let this man unwrap me and now I’ll let him go down my chimney.
Chapter Six
Evie’s on her back. Her blonde hair framing her face, her lips swollen from our kiss. And her pussy is swollen too. Aching, wanting. I pull off my flannel shirt, and her eyes widen and she takes me in.
Tattoos cross my chest, sleeves on both arms. Her eyes run over me, and I know she likes what she sees because she licks her lips and lets out the slightest moan.
She wants me as much as I want her.
I spread her legs, and press my face against her pussy, she is so fucking wet. My cock so hard for her.
I lick her creamy goodness, my tongue circling her clit in tight movements that cause her knees to tremble, her thighs to shake. I lick her pretty little pussy up and down until her sweet release covers my face. I love making her wetter than fuck; I want her to cum all over me.
And then I’m gonna cum in her.
“Oh my God, Everett,” Evie moans. “Oh yes, yes, yes.” She writhes beneath me as the orgasm rolls over her. She’s breathless and panting and dripping wet.