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@au-everett
Very excited to show the Everett commission I received from @ohayo.akiko (Instagram)! I basically told her to draw whatever she wanted...
"Can I thirst?"
"You can be fucking dehydrated, do whatever you want, he's yours to play with."
And this is what happened. 🤣
Thank you so much for drawing him so deliciously!
She didn't seem shy when I started taking off my shirt... If anything, she leaned forward and drew with a lot more focus.
I'll pose for you any time, puppy.
Of course you can help me. As long as you're ok with getting sticky potato dough on your hands and clothes. Might have go make the gnocchi shirtless to avoid that problem
Everett grins. "Shirtless, you say." He leans closer and opens a couple of buttons. "When can we get started?" he asks as he winks at you.
Well you should of told me and I would of helped you, could of made you some chicken soup and wrapped it up, chicken soup makes every injury feel better.
And gnocchi is basically potato ball pasta, really good with some brown butter and sage sauce and risotto is a really thick creamy rice dish.
Everett gives you a kind smile and touches your arm, grasping it for a moment. "That's real kind of you, puppy."
After your description of the gnocchi, he's nearly drooling. "That sounds very fancy. You'd make that for me?" He steps closer. "Would you let help you?"
His smirk is highly suspect, as if he plans to help you take your clothes off rather than help you cook.
I sure will make you some food, hope you like risotto and gnocchi. And if you don't get hurt, then what's that scar from?
Everett immediately hides his hand behind his back. "Nothin', just me scrapin' my hand on a fence."
He glances away for a moment before looking back to you.
"Risotto? No-ki? Sounds exotic. Must be good!" he says, laughing.
I hope you didn't get hurt while hunting down those bad guys! I've been good, improving my cooking, been making somewhat complex dishes now :)
Everett shrugs nonchalantly. "O'course I didn't get hurt, those lowlifes can't even touch me."
But you do notice a faint scar on his hand that wasn't there before.
"Complex dishes, hm? Sounds interesting." He leans in a little closer. "Will you make some for me?"
Hello Everett! How's it going? I've missed you ♡
"Hello puppy," he says, ruffling your hair. "I've missed you too. Been a little busy, takin' care of dumb criminals who won't stop doin' bad things, but otherwise, I'm doin' alright."
"How have you been?"
How long can you last in bed Everett? Asking for a friend…
"How long?" Everett scratches the stubble on his chin for a moment. "As long as I need to so I can please my lover."
He leans in. "So, how long can 'your friend' last, hm?"
<3
Everett smirks, but also looks down for a moment, as if he needs to compose himself. "Thank you, puppy." He leans down and gives you a chaste peck on the cheek, although his lips linger against your skin for a few heartbeats longer.
It had been two long years, but he had finally come back into society. He had gotten bigger, wiser, more calmer. He decided to head to the saloon, to see if he found any familiar faces. And he found only one. He approached Everett at the bar, who was alone, and cleared his throat, albeit nervously. “Been a long time, friend.”
Everett turned, wondering if his ears deceived him. It sounded like his sweet Robin, but lacked that frenetic energy he used to exude in spades. This voice sounded older, calmer, and Everett had to admit, sexier.
He took a moment to eye the man before him, swallowing as his throat suddenly went a little dry. While Robin had been cute before, there was something deliciously sexy about him now.
"It has been a while, hasn't it, puppy?" Everett leaned in, noting how he didn't have to bend down as much to see him eye to eye. "Or have you grown out of that now?"
Robin’s face immediately turned into a blush, tilting his head down to cover him so Everett wouldn’t see. “I’m surprised you remembered me. Even my friend, Charlie, barely recognized me.”
It was a stupid line, but it was something to avoid the heat that Everett’s words had caused to pool low in his gut. Two years of being alone caused him to be craving any kind of attention or social interaction. Especially of the primal kind.
“I didn’t think I mattered that much, to you.”
Everett had wondered where the young man had disappeared to, and while he had thought about finding him just to pin him down from time to time, he had forced himself to believe that he'd come back eventually. But to think that giving the man some space had led him to believe such a thing was a little sad.
"How could I forget you?" he replied, tilting his head as he continued to watch Robin's reactions. "When you disappeared, I wasn't sure if you wanted to be found, you hid your tracks so well." He shifted over to make space, taking Robin by the shoulder to guide him closer to the bar, and himself.
He dipped his head down, closer to Robin's ear. "Should I have come for you, puppy?" he asked, his piercing blue eyes looking for an answer.
What's the christmas vibe Everett?
Everett scratches his stubble, his eyes wandering around as he thinks.
"Some lights, a pine tree, a cinnamon wreath, ..."
He leans closer to you and gives you a cheeky grin. "And you in my arms, of course."
It had been two long years, but he had finally come back into society. He had gotten bigger, wiser, more calmer. He decided to head to the saloon, to see if he found any familiar faces. And he found only one. He approached Everett at the bar, who was alone, and cleared his throat, albeit nervously. “Been a long time, friend.”
Everett turned, wondering if his ears deceived him. It sounded like his sweet Robin, but lacked that frenetic energy he used to exude in spades. This voice sounded older, calmer, and Everett had to admit, sexier.
He took a moment to eye the man before him, swallowing as his throat suddenly went a little dry. While Robin had been cute before, there was something deliciously sexy about him now.
"It has been a while, hasn't it, puppy?" Everett leaned in, noting how he didn't have to bend down as much to see him eye to eye. "Or have you grown out of that now?"
Enjoy my hot pecs, my sweet puppies.
It has been and interesting year. I've been good, studying and working. Drawing and writing shit as well :)
“I’ve seen some of your drawings here and there. You’re gettin’ pretty good!” He ruffles your hair.
Hey dude, how's it going?
Everett tips his cutter hat to you. “Been a while. It’s been goin’. Been an... interesting year, to say the least.”
He gives you a kind smile. “How’ve you been?”
Allie rides up to Everett's camp, tired from the days ride. When see sees the mask he's wearing she can't help but giggle. "Who are you chasin' after with that thing, Osborn?" She runs her fingers along the tie in the back as she chuckles at his unamused expression.
Everett moves his head away from her fingers, turning to grab her hand and bring it to his lips. "Tryin' to see if this hides my identity enough so I can sneak into a race being held in Blackwater. A bounty I need to catch is supposedly there, and I want to scope it out."
He grinned. "Does it not suit me?"
Allie raised an eyebrow as she grinned back at him. "No I suppose it does. Just don't want you to get mistaken for one of the bad guys and I have to come rescue you."
She turned away from him with a smirk to face the fire, kneeling down to cook venison from her earlier hunt.
"C'mon sweetheart, you think anyone will confuse this smile for a bad guy?" He sat down next to her and placed his hand on the small of her back, tracing circles idly while he watched her cook.
Allie chuckled softly as she held the venison up to him for him to take a bite of. "Even the bad guys can have a charming smile.."
Allie winked as she finished off the rest of the venison, sitting down with her arms around her knees, staring into the fire. She subconsciously leaned against his shoulder, sighing in exhaustion.
Everett took a bite and savored the delicious meat as she ate the rest.
Hearing her sigh, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close. "Tired, sweet girl? Need anything? A back rub, perhaps?"
He asked the last with a somewhat lecherous grin.
She chuckled softly at his antics. "Tryin to find an excuse to get your hands on me Osborn?" Despite the teasing she leaned into him, relaxing into his hold.
"If you insist.."
Everett grinned like he won a hand of poker. "Anything to make you feel good, sweetheart."
He moved so that he was sitting behind Allie, his legs stretched out on either side of her as he started to rub her shoulders. His thumbs worked circles around her shoulder blades as he hummed softly.
As he worked his way down her back, his fingers caressed her sides lovingly as he tried his best to be a good boy and failing recklessly.
Allie hummed in relief at the feel of his hands take the stress of the days ride away. Her head instinctively fell back against his shoulder.
"You're trying so hard to be good aren't you?" She chuckled softly as she turned in his hold to straddle his lap, her arms around his neck.
"Trying to be," he grunted as she straddled him. "You're not making it easy for me, putting that beautiful body in my lap."
With her arms around him, his hands trailed down to her hips. "I love your shape."
Her hands came up to thread through his hair as she let his hands run over her form. "Maybe I don't want you to be.." She met his gaze with fire in her eyes.
"I need you to take the stress away.."
"That I can do sweetheart," he said softly as his hands slid up her back, his arms pulling her closer to him. He raised his head to kiss her as one of his hands grasped her hair at the back of her neck and angled her head towards his.
"Give me your lips," he demanded before he kissed her.
She did as he asked and kissed him back eagerly, her hands coming up to thread through his hair, tugging gently. Allie instinctively moved her hips against him, letting his hands roam her body as he pleased.
Everett's hands slipped under her shirt to massage her back, his fingers working her muscles, continuing the massage from before. He kept kissing her languidly, as if he was tasting the finest of wines.
He grew harder under her as she ground her hips against his, eliciting a deep moan from his chest. "Need to be inside of you, sweetheart," he murmured.
Allie nodded, standing up to let him lead her to his tent. Her lips meeting his again as soon as she was on the bed roll, eager for his touch.
She took his shirt off, running her hands over his form as if to etch it to memory.
"I've missed you.."
Everett rumbled in agreement as he removed her clothing, only slowed down by his insistence on kissing every inch of revealed flesh. He buried his face between her breasts and hummed happily.
"No place I'd rather be."
She watched as he kissed over her skin, laying back to prop herself on her elbows. She ran a hand through his hair, reveling in the feel of him as a soft moan escaped her lips.
He grinned up at her before shimmying down her body, pausing to kiss her navel before he stopped between her legs, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before he began to caress her core with two fingers.
"So wet already, did you want me this badly?" he teased, winking playfully at her.
"Of course I did.." Allie's moans filled the tent as she moved herself against his hand, falling back against the bedroll.
"Mmnh..Everett.."
Everett laughed softly as he watched Allie's hips move with his strokes. He slipped two fingers inside of her and pumped in and out a few times before leaning down to taste her nectar. He lovingly kissed and sucked on her clit, reaching up to splay his fingers upon her soft belly. His hand slid down her body as he took his fingers out of her, wet with her juices.
He undid the fly of his jeans and stroked himself, spreading her slick along his length. Pressing the head against her opening, he looked at her with a tender smile.
"Ready for me, sweets?"
Her mewls filled the tent as his hands roamed her body, Allie sighing in content at his familiar touch.
"Mm aren't I always?" Allie couldn't help but smirk as she eyed his form, biting her lip in anticipation as she arched towards him.
Everett chuckled. "I love how eager you are for me," he murmured before pushing inside of her. "Lord, you feel good every time. I ain't ever goin' to get enough of you."
He started a steady rhythm, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit.
Allie arched towards him, closing her eyes to let the feel of him take over as she whispered his name. She gripped his arms as she let him set the pace before opening her eyes to meet his gaze.
"Then stay with me.."
Everett leaned down to kiss her in response, unable to answer in words. His work took him all around the four states, traveling to wherever his bounties hid. He longed to stay in one place with Allie, but he also had to make a living, and he felt the call of the road more strongly than anything else.
But in these moments, with Allie's soft, luscious body underneath him, he wished he could kill his wanderlust and stay.
He quickened his pace and strengthened his thrusts, losing himself in the feel of her body, of her warmth.
"I want to feel your release, sweet girl," he murmured into her ear. "Tell me how you want me to touch you."
It had been a little over two months since Charlotte last saw Everett. She didn't mean to go so long without seeing him, but she had some business back in her home town that she had to take care of. But now here she was, standing behind Everett with a smirk on her face. "Boo!" She yelled, pushing his back to scare him.
Everett could only laugh at her attempt to startle him; too many years of living a dangerous life had honed his situational awareness. But he appreciated her effort.
And he was extremely relieved that she was alright.
"Nice try, Charlotte," he said as he turned and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him for a hug. "Been a while, I was worried about you," he mumbled into her hair.
Charlotte smiled and hugged him back tightly. "I had some business to deal with back in Texas, that's why I was gone so long," she mumbled against his shoulder. After a moment, she leaned her head back a bit to look up at him, her arms still wrapped around him, "I missed you, though."
Everett smiled. "Missed you too, sweetheart."
He swallowed, realizing he had said sweetheart automatically, without thinking. She was cute, sure, but probably not interested in him like that...
"So, what brings you back east?"
Charlotte grinned at the nickname he gave her. Then, she took a step back, a blush creeping up her neck after realizing that she had probably been hugging him for too long.
"Just some personal business, and looking for some sort of work," she replied with a shrug. "Any crazy exciting things happen to you while I was gone?" She asked as she looked at him, still with a big grin on her face.
She didn't know why she felt so happy when she was with him. Maybe it was because she had finally made a friend and she enjoyed his company, or maybe because she felt something different with him. She tried to ignore her attraction to him though, assuming that he wouldn't feel the same way..
Everett shrugged too. "Nothing too interesting, really. A few bounties here and there, joined a posse with a local sheriff to round up a gang south of here, but that didn't pay very well. Tried a bit of treasure hunting, but that only led to a dead body and five dollars."
He tried not to think too hard about how long she had held onto him. He also tried not to let his hands linger when she pulled away, despite the urge to pull her back into his embrace.
Charlotte nodded, humming in response to what he said.
"If you aren't too busy, we could go to a saloon and get drinks. Or we could find something else to do. I still owe you for kinda ruining the last time we saw each other," she chuckled awkwardly, looking down at the ground instead of him. She still felt really bad for everything that had happened last time.
He got a little closer to her and tipped her chin upwards, his grip gentle. "You didn't ruin anything, sweetheart. Don't worry about that," he said, assuring her with a calming tone.
Then Everett let her go and gestured towards the town. "Let's go to town, grab a beer, and check the bounty board. There's probably some scumbag that needs a few good punches before we turn'em in."
Charlotte stared at him when he tilted her chin up. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so she shut her mouth and nodded instead.
"Are you sure me going after a bounty with you is a good idea?" She asked, starting to head towards the saloon.
Everett scratched his chin in thought. "Hmm, maybe not."
Then he suddenly lit up. Turning to Charlotte with a boyish grin, he pulled out a map. "We could go treasure hunting instead? Got a map from a feller, said there was a chest hidden out in Cumberland Forest."
He tilted his head. "Uh, unless you don't want to spend a few days out in the wilderness with a smelly man."
Charlotte grinned at him. "Sure, treasure hunting sounds fun. And you're not that smelly."
Once they got to the saloon, Charlotte went inside and bought them both a beer. She handed Everett his beer the sat at a table in the corner of the room.
"So you really think that there's a hidden treasure chest? That fella could've lied to you," she said, taking a sip of her beer.
Everett took the beer with a nod of thanks and took a big, manly gulp before answering.
"Yeah, he coulda lied. But he gave me the map for a dollar and some of the venison I had on me. If he was lyin', I think he would've sold it for more."
"Yeah, I guess so." Charlotte shrugged. She quickly finished the rest of her beer then leaned back in her chair, kicking her feet up onto the table.
"I'm ready to go when you are, unless you want to get another drink. I'm fine either way."
Everett shrugged and knocked back the rest of his beer. Slamming to empty bottle on the table, he got up and held his hand out to Charlotte, an excited grin on his face that made him look like a kid about to go on an adventure. "Let's go then!"
He looked away and cleared his throat. "I mean, since you're ready an all." His attempt to act cool again was laughable at best.
Charlotte laughed and grabbed his hand, using it to pull herself out of her chair.
"Aww, you're like an excited puppy." She grinned at him, but her expression fell as she realized she was still holding onto his hand. She quickly let go and turned towards the doors of the saloon. "Sorry. Uh, we should get going now."
She quickly went outside and whistled for her horse, not waiting for him to follow her.
Everett looked down at his hand, wondering at the lingering warmth for a moment before following after her.
After their horses arrived, he mounted up and pulled out his map, the edges a bit worn, drops of coffee staining the paper.
"We start by headin' south and finding a fork in the river, then we follow it for a bit until we reach a really narrow part that goes over a waterfall, climb down the rocks, go behind the waterfall, and find it in a cave. Easy."
Everett shrugged as if it was no big deal, but he looked with a concerned gaze at Charlotte. "You still in?"
Charlotte mounted her horse and nodded along to what Everett was saying.
"Of course." She smiled and turned her horse in the direction they were supposed to go. "Are you sure you want me to go with you? I'm not the greatest person to spend a few days with."
Everett scoffed. "You're plenty fun to spend time with. Stop that. Let's go and see what we can find."
He looked at her, daring her to go against his command before he urged his horse onwards, going south.
"If you say so," Charlotte shrugged. She nudged her horse forward and followed Everett.
After riding for a bit in silence, Charlotte turned to Everett, "Got any fun stories to tell me? Know any funny jokes?"
Everett scratched his beard. "Hm, I dunno, lemme think for a moment."
After a few minutes, he turned to her with a grin. "There was a man with the last name Rose, who had a daughter. He named her 'Wild' so her full name was Wild Rose. It amused him for the longest time, until she grew up and he found out the man that proposed to her had the last name 'Bull.'"
He chuckled to himself, but looked at Charlotte to see if she was amused by his old humor.
She shook her head as she laughed, "That was stupid, but, I still enjoyed it."
Charlotte stared ahead for a moment, trying to think of something, then shrugged. "I don't have any good jokes to tell and my life wasn't exactly fun, so I have no happy stories to keep us entertained."
She turned to Everett, "How'd you get that scar?"
Everett sighed. It was inevitable that someone would ask, and he was alright telling her. Charlotte would have found out sooner or later anyway.
"I got it from fighting with a gang of slavers. I wasn't careful, so the man got one on me. But he's dead now, so I guess I won in the end."
He didn't say anything after that, staring off into the distance for a few moments.
"I'm sorry, Everett," Charlotte frowned. She regretted asking the question. She didn't realize that the answer could've been personal, or a sensitive subject.
After a few minutes of riding in silence, she smiled softly at him, "Ask me a personal question. That way we'll be even."
"You don't have to square up with me, Charlotte. If I wasn't willing to answer, I wouldn't have."
He leaned a bit closer, as much as he could on horseback, and smiled kindly at her. "But I'll ask you something later. I can't think of a question right now."
After a bit longer, Everett pointed at the fork in the river. "There it is. Now we just have to follow the river for a while."
He turned to her. "You still doin' alright? Need a break?"
"We could continue on. After we find the treasure we can set up camp and rest, and maybe I can hunt something for us to eat."
Charlotte paused for a moment, taking in their surroundings. "Or do you want to stop and take a break now?"
"Nah, let's keep going while there's still light. We can rest later." He clicked his tongue to urge his horse onwards, following the river, sharing small talk with Charlotte until they reached a narrow part of the river before it cascaded over a cliff. By then, the sun was setting.
"Think we should climb down there when it's sun out, so we can see our steps."
Everett had gotten off his horse and peered over the edge of the cliff. Looking around, he spotted a very skinny, steep trail that cut back down the cliff.
"Looks like we'll have to leave the horses here in the morning, hope you're alright with that."
Charlotte got off her horse and stood next to Everett, looking over the edge of the cliff. "Yeah, that's fine. We can leave the horses here in the morning."
She glanced around the area then turned back to Everett. "We might as well set up camp here. I'll get a fire going for us."
"Good girl," he said before realizing he might have sounded a little condescending. "I'll, uh, go see if I hunt us a rabbit for dinner."
He grabbed his bow off his horse and fled, for once not feeling like the confident charmer.
After wandering around for ten minutes, he spotted a small rabbit. Taking aim, he let loose an arrow, missing completely. Shaking his head at himself, he retrieved his arrow from the nearby bush and went to search for another one.
Forty minutes had passed before Everett came back, a pathetically small rabbit in his hand. "Sorry it took so long," he said, an embarrassed half-smile on his face.
Charlotte was sitting by the fire drawing in her journal when he got back. Her head snapped up when she heard his voice. "I was starting to get worried about you."
She set her journal down and raised an eyebrow at the small rabbit in his hand, then smiled at him. "I think I have some canned fruit in my saddle bag if we're still hungry after that," she chuckled. "Or, I could go out and look for another rabbit for us if I need to."
"I've got a can of peas I can share too," he said, getting to work on skinning the rabbit. "It's gettin' late, wouldn't want you out there in the dark alone."
Everett winced at himself. He knew Charlotte could very well take care of herself, but he had been feeling a bit more protective of her as of late, though he couldn't quite pin down why he suddenly felt that way.
Michelle eyed Everett from across the way. She always thought of him as a good and hardworking guy, though did notice he had his way with the ladies. She never did really bat an eyelash at him, at least not until recently. She casually sidled him, lighting a cigarette off her boot. "Hey you." she greeted with a puff.
Everett gave Michelle a genuine smile, unlike the forced charm that he gave everyone else. He was glad to see her, seeing as how she was a solid bounty hunter, tough as nails with a good sense of humor.
He had initially stopped himself from looking at her as a potential bedroom partner because, quite frankly, she didn't seem interested. But lately... Did he imagine her assessing gaze?
"Hey lady, how's it goin'? Been a while."
“Yeah it has,” Michelle agreed, smirking slightly at him while taking another puff. “Been busy all day, thought I’d take a break. What have you been up to?” she asked, offering the cigarette to him.
Everett shrugged. "This and that. Ran into some, uh, eccentric lady that hired me to do some animal samplin'. I've run into some interesting creatures from her tips, but been a little boring between those."
He gestured towards his horse. "I was actually goin' to my moonshine shack to get a drink and rest. You wanna come?"
Michelle smiled in response, nodding to his invite. “Yeah, I’ll have a drink.”
She whistled for Guillermo and the stallion came trotting along. “Whatcha got brewin this time?” she asked as he mounted her horse.
"Agarita Sunrise. Had to travel to New Austin to get the ingredients, but Marcel insisted it was goin' to be great." He rolled his eyes at the mention of his moonshine artisan, but he grinned right after. "I think it'll be pretty good. But should be about time to go sample some of it before we sell."
“Agarita Sunrise huh? You know a way to a girl’s heart,” she joked, mounting her horse. “Alright, lead the way,” she gestured for the open road. “Could use a good shine after a long day.”
They rode along north until they reached a small hillside dotted with trees. Taking a hard right off the path, Everett led them to a little cabin on top of the hill.
"After you, my lady," he said, opening the door for her once they had dismounted and hitched their horses nearby.
Inside was a quaint little kitchen and dining area, a small niche with books and a desk, a bedroom and stairs off to one side. He led her downstairs.
"Shine's down here. When we fixed up the place, we found a little room for me to have a place to sleep; the bedroom upstairs is for Maggie, but she, Marcel, and Lem took off for the week."
He looked around the old bar: it was strange, having it be empty. But even the owners needed a break now and then. Moving to the taps at the back, he pulled out a glass, filled it with the Agarita Sunrise and handed a glass to Michelle before pouring one for himself.
"Cheers, sweetheart."
Michelle took in the scenery quietly, smiling as he showed her the place. It was certainly nice, and not something you’d expect to be a speakeasy. The smell of alcohol hit her strong when they walked into the bar, and her mouth watered for it. As Everett held the glass to her, she took it and raised it to his toast, smiling and clinking her glass against his.
“Cheers to a good life,” she said, before taking a swig. The sweetness hit her before the burn did, a pleasant sensation that woke her insides. “Damn!” she rasped, and took another gulp. It went down smoother this time. “Gotta say, this is better than any saloon.”
"Well thanks sweetheart," he said with a smile as he took another sip. Marcel had outdone himself this time; the 'shine went down smooth and had a nice kick. "Come by when we're open, you can enjoy some music, maybe dance with me."
“Dancing?” Michelle took a sip. “Gotta loosen me up for that,” she snickered and smiled. “Though I’m already halfway there from this. I’ll take up that offer though. I feel that we don’t get to really enjoy each other’s company that often.” she took a large gulp, already starting to feel the affects of the alcohol.
Everett grinned. Seeing her smile was making him a little more bold. He took a step closer to her. Damn, she really was beautiful, he though as he looked in her eyes. Taking another sip of his drink, he swallowed his pride and took a chance.
"We could enjoy each other's company now, sweetheart," he murmured. "Ain't no one here 'cept us."
Michelle raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I s’pose you’re right, Everett.”
Taking another swig, she swallowed easily and shimmied off her leather jacket, draping it over a nearby chair. “Sure is gettin’ hot in here.” she said, winking at him.
The corner of Everett's lips quirked up as he sauntered towards her, reaching out to caress the line of her jaw from her ear to her chin.
"Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you are, sweetheart?"
This caught Michelle off-guard. She never did think too highly of her looks. A shy smile crossed her lips for a moment, a light blush tinging her dark cheeks. “I’m sure you got me confused for another girl.” she joked, returning to her usual demeanor.
"I'd never confuse you for another," he said, moving in closer. "You always shine so brightly in my eyes."
He moved in to kiss her, his hand cupping her cheek, his other hand reaching for the small of her back to pull her flush against his body.
She blushed darker at his words. Before she could even respond, she was trapped to him.
Michelle melted right into his embrace, kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck. He felt both soft and solid against her, a feeling of security and intimacy that she nearly lost long ago. A soft, low moan escaped her busy lips.
Everett grinned against her soft lips; hearing her moan was magical. A tough woman like her deserved some softness. He reached for the buttons of her clothes.
"May I?"
Michelle took a deep breath. She trusted Everett well enough. She nodded and smiled up at him. “Only if I get to do the same to you.” She whispered, running her hand across his midline.
"Of course, beautiful," he murmured before he started to unbutton her shirt. As soon as he was done with her shirt, he gently pushed it off her shoulders. Bending down to press his lips against her collarbone, he started to trace a line of kisses down to her breast, before taking one nipple into his mouth, reaching up to play with the other, pinching between his fingers.
Another soft moan passed her lips, soon curling into a smile. One hand ran through his soft hair while the other gripped his shirt, nimbly undoing the column of buttons. Her fingertips traced along his exposed skin as she smiled wider. “My, what have you been hiding from the world?”
Letting his shirt slide off his shoulders to expose his muscular biceps, he flexed them a little as he pulled back to look at his handiwork. A trail of love marks peppered her lovely skin, all below the neckline. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistline of her pants and tugged her closer before undoing them, reaching around her hips and sliding them off her by running his hands along the curve of her backside. As her skin was exposed, Everett grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed.
"Always wanted to feel you in my hands like this," he rumbled. "Every time you walked away from me, I always got a good look at you and imagined."
Michelle made a small noise as he squeezed her ass, biting her lips slightly and giving him a smirk. “Oh, really now?” she giggled lowly, her own hand trailing down the line of exposed skin, her fingers dancing along the waistline of his pants. She wasted no time of grabbing a handful of her own, eagerly wanting to know what she’d be looking forward to. “Hm...seems like my own imagination will be satisfied tonight.”
"And what have you been imaginin', wildcat?" Everett asked as he continued to stroke her backside, his hands eventually wandering back up her sides to her breasts. Leaning down, he kissed around her areola, his tongue flicking out to tease her before switching to the other side, giving her just soft touches and not the harder pulls that he knew she wanted. He wanted her on edge, wanted her to beg for more.
He wanted to see if this strong woman would melt in his hands or if she'd take what she wanted by force. Either way, he'd be in for a fun ride.
