Page 86 of Until Tomorrow
With one strong tug, I adjusted the angle of her hips, knowing full well my pearls would stroke that sweet spot with every thrust. For as bad as I wanted to fuck her senseless, I gave her body the chance to get used to me. I wasn’t small by any means, but the pearls only made the experience more intense. That bit of feedback always meant I started slow.
Even as she tried to push back on my cock.I was slow and pointed, each shallow thrust going a little deeper than the last. The stretch and give of her pussy had her writhing before I even began.
“You look so goddamn pretty seated on my cock, spark plug,” I told her when I bottomed out and stopped. The vice grip her muscles had on my dick was the definition of torture. It took everything I had not to just lose it right there.
I smoothed a hand down her spine and forced her flat against the hood. The angle and those fuck-me heels were perfect.
“You can admire my ass later, Rhett,” Eva teased. “Fuck me now before I take care of myself without you.”
Well, that wasn’t fucking happening.
“Smart ass. I’m going to have to teach you some patience,” I replied. Later. Pulling out damn near all the way, I set a hard pace.Fast and unrelenting.Her cries and moans echoed off the garage walls. The warmth of her pussy around my cock was pure heaven, even as the fluttering of her muscles tested my resolve to make it last.
“Touch yourself,” I grunted, fingers digging hard into her hips to ground myself. “Make a mess of my cock, spark plug.”
Eva reached down and circled her clit. The long and loud moan she let out was torture for my control, as was how she collapsed over the hood. Her hips met my every thrust.Grunting, groaning, skin slapping against skin.
“More,” she begged breathlessly. “Oh, Rhett… right there, right there, right there!”
“That’s it. Come all over my cock.” I bit down on my lip for control. Her muscles pulsed and clamped down, coming with a scream. One more thrust and then another, and I was done. I dragged her back on my cock hard as I came with a guttural groan, her body coaxing out every last drop of cum I had.
I saw the fucking abyss for a moment there. Leaning forward, I pressed my forehead to her sweat-slicked back. Her panting matched mine while we both worked to catch our breath.
“You good?” I asked softly and kissed the dip between her shoulder blades, enjoying the little sigh she let out.
“Good isnotthe right word to describe that,” Eva let out with a small giggle.
“That’s my girl,” I said. The notion of that tugged hard on my heart. Because she wasn’tjustmy girl. She was someone else’s wife—and that was a conversation we needed to have.
Chapter 45
Eva
Hehadpearlsinhis penis.I traced the small bumps lining the underside of his shaft, admiring the curves of each. It was hands down the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. We stood in the tiniest of showers in his above-garage studio, where I explored his body modification in great detail. As well as every other part of him.
Rhett was as fascinating naked as he was clothed. The tattoos on his arm and neck were just the start of it all. The intricate vines that crept up his right arm and into a gorgeous raven, its wing traveling across his shoulder and over his chest. His entire torso was a canvas of little flash tattoos: stars, flowers, birds, butterflies, and a paper airplane. The paper airplane started on his left hip and ended on his thigh. It was adorable. There was a spattering of tattoos to go with the airplane leading down to his knee, including a snake, more flowers, and a little ghost. And that didn’t even account for the wild adventure on his back or the adorable peach on his left ass cheek. When he’d told me he’d let his late wife use him for tattoo practice, I hadn’t realized he meant she’d turned him into a canvas.
“It’s like a magic toy,” I murmured, running my nails over the underside of his dick one more time. It was. The ridges of his pearls were nothing short of magic. Outside of the expensive toys I’d bought, I’d never experienced anything like it.
“We’re never calling my dick that again.”
“Did it hurt?”
“I was young and dumb,” Rhett replied. “Most things I did hurt. I should tell you about the time I tried to ride a unicycle down a railing.”
“Good God,” I scoffed. Moving from his dick, I circled the single pearl he had at the base of his shaft. “Why the lone wolf here?”
“I’ll put you on top next time and you’ll find out, spark plug.” He smirked.
“Oh…oh…” My eyes widened as I realized it was in the perfect location to apply friction to my clit. “Oh, I like that. Does it vibrate too?”
“What? No!” he scoffed. “The health hazards alone of trying to execute something like that.”
“How would I know?” I exclaimed. “Besides, you let a strange man slice open your dick and put metal balls in it. Who knows what crazy thing you’d do?”
“That’s fair.” His hands ran up my arms, over my shoulders, and found my neck. I bit back a little moan. There was just something about his strong hands on my neck. I never thought I’d be into it, but I was. With his thumbs, he tilted my jaw upward and kissed me briefly.
There was an instant comfort with him—something I hadn’t expected to find. Or was even looking for. Rhett Carson was a pleasant, unexpected surprise in my life. I liked his creativity and spark. I liked the way he poked at my comfort zone and wasn’t afraid to make me question things.
