Evermore - Cheradine

Chapter 37

This chapter includes sexual content, intended to portray the intimate dynamics between the characters.

Cheryl had slipped out early that morning to sort a few odds and ends with the house renovation, leaving me alone in bed. The quiet of her absence lingered as I tossed and turned, unable to fall back asleep.

Then I heard the familiar creak of the door. Cheryl stepped in, looking a bit windswept and slightly worn around the edges, but still carrying that steady, reassuring calm. There was a trace of fatigue in her smile, no doubt from wrangling with whatever new setback the builders had thrown her way. But her eyes lit up the moment they found mine.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, a grin already spreading across my face, too fast to catch, too strong to hide.

"Hey," she greeted softly, her voice low and gentle.

"Hey," I echoed, warmth flooding through me now that she was back.

Without saying a word, I gave my lap a gentle pat, inviting her over. Cheryl paused for a moment, her dark eyes searching mine, before a shy smile softened her expression. She moved closer, settling onto my lap, her warmth melding into mine. The gap between us disappeared, and just like that, everything felt right again.

I drew her closer, feeling every curve pressed against me. My lips lightly touched her neck, savouring her familiar, captivating scent. She laughed softly, a breathy sound, and shifted a bit, her body leaning into mine.

"That tickles," she murmured with a light giggle, her shoulders lifting in a playful shrug.

"You're very ticklish." I whispered, my lips trailing along her neck. She shivered slightly, a subtle tremble that made me smile. "So sensitive," I murmured before sucking gently on the skin of her neck.

She closed her eyes for a moment, a soft "Mmm" escaping her as she tilted her head, inviting me to continue. I smiled against her skin, feeling her relax into my touch, my hands slowly moving down to her thighs.

"So beautiful... so damn irresistible," I whispered into her ear, feeling her respond with a gentle shudder. Cheryl bit her lower lip, her smile growing as she pressed even closer, her hands finding their way to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair.

She leaned in, her breath warm against my cheek. "And what are you going to do about it?" she teased, her voice low and impossibly sexy.

My heart hammered in my chest as a rush of boldness washed over me. The words were right there, on the tip of my tongue. I'd wanted her like that for a while, above me, the world narrowing down to just her and the way she tasted, the way she moved. And now... why not say it? Why not claim what I wanted?

I took a steadying breath, letting myself lean into the desire thrumming between us. My lips brushed the shell of her ear, and before I could second-guess myself, the words spilled out. "I want you to sit on my face."

Cheryl pulled back slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, I thought she'd laugh it off, but then curiosity sparked in her gaze, her lips twitching into an almost-smirk. "Wait, what did you just say?"

Heat flooded my cheeks, my heart pounding. I could feel her eyes on me, waiting. "You heard me, love," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. I wanted her to know I meant it. "Sit on my face."

She studied me, her brows drawing together in that familiar, slightly bemused way, only making me want her more. I leaned in, nudging her gently. "Come on, get rid of those jeans."

A cautious smile pulled at her lips, but there was still a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "You're not serious." She shifted slightly on my lap, fingers tangled softly in my hair.