Chapter 10: Morning Statement

He filled me slowly, one inch at a time, and I felt every one of them.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and said his name into his neck.

"Nell," he said, and his voice broke in the middle. "You feel unreal."

"Move."

He pulled out halfway and pushed back in, and my back came off the sheets.

He set a rhythm that was deep and slow and certain.

Each stroke dragged along the place inside me that had been waiting for it.

I wrapped my legs higher around him and met him thrust for thrust.

"Look at me," he said.

I opened my eyes.

His forehead was against mine and his green eyes were black in the dark, and he was looking at me the whole time.

That was the part nobody had ever done.

Everett had always closed his eyes.

"Harder," I said.

He gave it to me, and the headboard hit the wall.

He slid a hand between us and found my clit with two fingers, and the pleasure climbed so fast I had to bite his shoulder to keep from shouting.

"There," I gasped. "Right there. Don't stop."

"I won't. Come on my cock, Nell. Let me feel it."

He drove into me, and I came apart around him with a cry that echoed off the brick.

It went on and on, and he held me through all of it and said my name over and over.

Then his hips stuttered.

He buried his face in my hair and came with a groan I felt in my own chest.

Afterward we lay tangled in the sheets with the skylight turning pale above us.

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