The Nice Boxset

by Jasinda Wilder

  I held his head, clutched his face to my flesh and rocked with him, feeling something in my very soul open up and envelop him, tangle and twine with him, felt something inside him unfurl and reach out and enter me, some invisible but tangible and real essence clasping and braiding around my soul.

  “Oh god, Ever…I love you…” he gasped, coming and coming and coming.

  I felt the flood hit my inner walls and still he came, tensing and jerking and panting, but still moving, quick desperate thrusts, and I came too. It was as if the tidal wave of his come reacted with my essence and exploded, a violent reaction that completely subsumed me.

  I screamed, screamed, came and came and whimpered and felt him still thrusting inside me, post-orgasmic quakes, tiny thrusts. I met them with my own strokes, milking the hardness of his cock and coming so hard I was blinded and breathless, unable to even continue screaming as wave after wave of raw energy twisted through me.

  “I love you…I love you…I love you,” I chanted it as we moved together, ecstasy fading into kiln-hot bliss. “I love you so much, Cade. How can I love you this much, so suddenly? It’s like I just met you, but I love you. How is it possible?”

  “I don’t…I don’t know.” He was slowing, slowing, went still, rolled with me so I was pillowed against him, his cock slipping out of me, a loss I felt intensely. “But I feel it too. Exactly that. I don’t know how it’s possible, how I could love anyone so much. I feel like…maybe this is stupid, but I felt like when we came together just now that our souls…met. Connected, somehow.”

  I put my palm to his cheek and turned his face to mine, locked eyes with him. “I felt it too. It happened. We fused. Our souls fused.”

  “That was…it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Cade’s hand smoothed down my side, rested on my hip. “From the very first moment I opened the door and saw you, I had to kiss you. I had to touch you. I didn’t know how you’d feel, and I was terrified, so scared. I don’t even mind admitting it. But I couldn’t not kiss you. And from that moment, when our lips touched, everything has been just so much. So fucking intense. And that…making love…it was…I don’t even know how to put it.”

  “Earth-shattering?” I suggested.

  “Yeah. Exactly. Earth-shattering. Whatever I’ve felt before just…doesn’t even exist, doesn’t even register.” His hand went into motion again, sliding up my side and down, resting on my hip, then daring over the side to cup my hipbone and slide in farther, his fingertips brushing the trimmed fuzz of my pubic hair.

  I wondered idly if he’d want me to shave it. I’d thought about shaving myself before, but never had had the courage to go that far. I touched his chest, let my palm wander down his stomach, felt his tight hard abs and then the similar scratchy stubble of his closely trimmed groin. I toyed with the stubble, running my fingertips over it, my fingernails, down around his flaccid cock and beneath. I wanted to know what every inch of him felt like. I cupped his sac in my palm, ran my thumbs over his balls and then cradled the limp but still-impressive member in my hand.

  “God, I love the way you touch me,” he mumbled, post-orgasmic drowsiness in his voice.

  “That works out, since I love touching you. You have a beautiful cock.”

  “Its not very impressive right now.”

  I giggled. “Yes it is. It’s beautiful like this. And it’s just glorious when it’s hard.” I rested my cheek against his chest, stared down at him, at the lovely sight of his cock in my pale white hand.

  “Keep doing that and it’ll be glorious all over again.”

  “That’s what I’m hoping.” I continued to toy with him, fondle him.

  His hand stroked my flesh, as far up as he could reach, as far down. He traced the line of my pussy, and I shivered. He ran his hand up my belly and cupped one of my boobs, and then the other, twiddled my nipple and then the other.

  We both fell asleep like that, touching each other.

  no need to breathe

  Caden

  * * *

  I woke up slowly. I felt a weight against my chest, on my side and on my thigh. Warmth, softness, something tickling my nose. What was it? It was unfamiliar. I slept alone, always slept alone. But this felt so good. So good. I didn’t want the comforting weight and intoxicating softness to go away.

  Ever. It was Ever. I was in bed with Ever. Relief and amazement and joy rushed through me. And then I felt a surge of panic as I worried that everything had been a dream, had been a fantasy. But then I remembered that it was real, and it had been real. Real, and perfect. Beyond perfect, something I didn’t have a word for.

  Love. She loved me, and I loved her. We’d made love, and she’d begged me to never stop fucking her. It hadn’t sounded wrong or dirty when she said it, only erotic and incredible.

  I opened one eye to see Ever draped on top of me, her head on my chest, her arm across my stomach, her leg thrown over my thigh. Her hair was splayed across my neck and tickling my nose, and her breath was warm on my skin. I didn’t dare move, didn’t want to disturb her. But I couldn’t help touching her. Her skin was like silk, like sun-warmed satin. Pale and fair and smooth. I touched her shoulder, and she murmured in her sleep, shifted, and her hand slid down my stomach to rest a hair’s breadth from my cock. Oh holy hell, how I remembered the way she’d fondled me as we’d fallen asleep, the way she’d cradled me in her hand and stroked me so lovingly, not to arouse but to caress.

  And now, with the memory, my cock was thickening, going hard and aching with turgid heat as I slid my palm down her arm, down her side to her hip. Her beautiful hip, bell-curved, and her ass, just begging to be touched. I cupped her ass cheek, closed my eyes in bliss, inhaling hard as I palmed the fullness of it and down to the other cheek, back up, to her hip, down her thigh.

  She shifted again, and I froze with her hipbone in my hand, on the way to relearning the sumptuous glory of her pussy. She mumbled in her sleep, and I felt a moment of panic as I worried that she’d think she was with him and say his name. But she didn’t. She slid her knee up, her palm down, sliding her hand between my now-hard cock and stomach. She murmured again, and this time I made out her words: “Cade. Caden. Don’t go, please…don’ go…”

  “I’m here,” I whispered in her ear. “I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.”

  “Need you,” she responded.

  “I need you too.”

  “Touch me.” I wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep or in between. “Touch me, just once, before you go.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.” I let my hand slide down low over her belly, down to her pudendum. “I’m here, forever now.”

  She moaned sleepily, a sound of pleasure. I slid my hand up her stomach and between her breasts, cupped her tits in turn, feeling my cock twitch as I palmed the heavenly softness of her boobs. Her nipples were soft and flat now, but as I ever-so-gently slid my fingertip across one, I felt it lift and thicken. Ever moaned again, and I involuntarily lifted my hips, wanting her to touch me, to grasp me. Her hand was so close, right there beneath it, touching it, but not giving me the kind of pressure I needed.

  I played with her tits, cupping and squeezing them, twiddling her nipples, trying to make them hard. She moaned again, and again, and then rocked her hips against my leg, grinding on my thigh.

  “Cade…god, Cade.” She was sounding more lucid, now. “I don’t want to wake up. I don’t…don’t want it to be a dream.”

  I put my lips to her ear. “It’s not.” I traced a line down her body to her core, dipped two fingers between her thighs and slid them up her pussy. “It’s real. I’m here, we’re in bed together. Wake up and touch me.” It was a selfish thing to say, but it was also an attempt to alleviate the pain I heard in her voice as she begged for her dream to be real, thinking I’d go away when she woke up.

  She stirred, grinding her hips against my thigh again, and then her head moved, slid off my chest and onto the pillow. I paused with my palm cupping her breast. Her eyes fluttered, opene
d, slid closed, and then jerked open again.

  “You’re real.” She sounded amazed. “I thought…I was so afraid it was a dream, that it had all been a dream.”

  “I know,” I said. “I felt the same way. I had to touch you, to make sure you were really real. And then once I started touching you, I couldn’t stop. Your skin is addictive.”

  Her stunning green eyes, still sleepy, searched my face. A tinge of fear touched them, suddenly. “You won’t—you won’t ever lie to me, will you, Caden?”

  “Never,” I said, vehement, “not ever.”

  “Not about anything? Swear to me you won’t ever lie to me. I couldn’t handle it.”

  “I promise you, Ever. I will not ever lie to you. No matter what, not about anything.”

  “Good.” She rubbed my chest, caressing my pectoral muscles and the ridges of my abs, moving her hand in a circle, each circuit bringing her hand closer to my cock. “Tell me something true.”

  “Like what? What do you want to know?”

  “Do you have any fantasies? Things you want to do that you haven’t?”

  I furrowed my brow in thought. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

  “Like what?”

  “You want me to tell you my sexual fantasies?”

  Her lips curved in a seductive smile. “Yeah. I’ll trade you, though. I have some, too. You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

  It was hard to isolate my fantasies and to put them into words. I opened and closed my mouth, but nothing came out. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this was Ever, who knew just about everything about me. The only things she didn’t know were to do with Luisa, and I knew as uncomfortable as it might be, we’d eventually share those things too. I tried to think of something I’d always wanted but never gotten, never had the courage to ask Luisa for.

  “I guess one thing would be…just—different…positions.” My heart was thudding in my chest. Ever just watched me, clearly expecting more detail than that. “I’d like to be with you in different positions, other than me on top.”

  Ever’s hand continued its teasing path around my torso, brushing the tip of my cock with the edge of her hand now. “Yeah? What positions?”

  “You on top. Or…from—from behind.”

  Her eyes widened. “From behind? Like…” her breath hitched. “You mean…anal?”

  “No! I just meant normal, but from behind.”

  “You wouldn’t want the other way, though?”

  “Maybe someday. But that wasn’t what I meant.”

  She bit her lip. “So you want me on my hands and knees?” Her voice was teasing, her eyes laughing, but I could tell she was serious as well.

  “In more ways than one,” I answered, in the same teasing tone of voice. Her expression shifted, turned serious and almost hurt. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

  She licked her lips nervously. “This is one of those truth things. I’ve never…I’ve never gone down before.” She shrugged, trying for nonchalance and failing. “It came up once, but I wasn’t ready. Or just afraid. And…that was it.”

  “That was it?” I sensed more to the story.

  “Yeah.”

  I touched her cheek. “Hey. It’s me. Tell me. No holding back.”

  “He got mad when I said no. Not like, angry angry, just irritated. Like he couldn’t believe I’d be so selfish, that was kind of the undertone he had. And it never came up again.”

  I felt anger rush through me. “Ever, listen. That’s your choice. Always, always your choice. I just want to be with you. If there’s something you don’t like or don’t want, tell me. Please.” I made sure her eyes met mine, that she saw my sincerity. “Don’t ever be afraid to tell me anything.”

  She turned into me, buried her face against my chest. “I’m sorry. That ruined the mood.”

  “Ever, baby. No. Don’t be sorry. I want the truth. I want us to always be honest.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and held her tight. “Besides, we can get the mood back. It’s fine, okay? We have all the time in the world. Nothing matters, just us.”

  She nodded. “Hey, would you mind if I took a shower?”

  I shrugged. “Go ahead, please. Take your time.”

  She lifted up to kiss me, but she kept it brief, and then left the bed. I felt a stir in my cock as she walked away, her wide hips swaying and her hair loose. So sexy, so beautiful. I couldn’t believe I’d been so lucky as to be with her, to get her body all for me. I laid in bed and drowsed, listening to the sounds of the water, imagining her skin all wet, black hair in slick strands against her fair skin. Some day we’d take a shower together, but I sensed she needed some time alone to push those thoughts of Billy away.

  I’d nearly fallen back asleep when I felt the bed dip under her weight at my feet.

  “You want to take one?” Ever asked.

  I opened my eyes and sat up. She was wrapped in a red towel, with her hair in a turban in another towel. She was wiping at her face with a small round piece of cotton.

  “Sure. That sounds great, actually.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, though, as she stood up and unwound the turbaned towel from her hair, bent over and rubbed her hair with the towel.

  I got out of the bed and moved to the doorway, but stopped to watch her. I’d never had this before, this kind of intimacy of day-to-day things shared. Ever sensed something and looked up at me, running her fingers through her hair.

  “What?” She smiled at me, her eyes loving but quizzical. “You’re watching me very intently. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

  “It’s not that,” I said. “It’s just…I’ve never done this before.” I leaned against the doorway, trying to seem casual in my nudity when I was anything but. In the heat of the moment, when passions were raging, it was easy to be naked. Here, now, with conversation ranging to personal subjects, it was much harder to be so bare and vulnerable with her.

  “Done what?” Her eyes roved over me, as if she couldn’t stop looking at me, even while we were talking. I knew how she felt.

  “Stayed the night. The whole…sharing a space thing.”

  She tilted her head to one side, confused. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

  I sighed. “Well, with Luisa, we never had our own place, you know? I stayed with Grams and Gramps, and she lived with her uncle. Most of the time, we hung out either in the spare room over the stables—which wasn’t really a bedroom, just a loft with a cot—or it was outside, on a blanket.”

  “Really? Outside?”

  I nodded. “It was…the best place for us to go to get privacy. Ride out a mile or two, out to the middle of nowhere where there was nothing but cows and horses and birds.”

  “So you’ve never slept the whole night through with someone before?”

  I shook my head. “Nope.”

  “Well, I’ve never done it outside. So maybe together we can…fix those things for both of us.”

  I smiled. “I’d like that. I just love watching you. Seeing you dry your hair, everything.”

  She licked her lips, a motion I was learning to correlate with nerves, a sign she was about to do something she was afraid to do. Her hair was hanging in damp black strings around her shoulders, the red towel wrapped tight around her chest and hanging to mid-thigh. Her eyes met mine, and she didn’t look away as she moved to stand a couple feet away from me, hooked her fingers into the knot of her towel. My mouth went dry and it was suddenly hard to swallow as she tugged the end of the towel free, slowly unwound it from around her torso, grasping the other edge and holding both now, keeping them closed. And then, with a twitch of her wrists, she dropped the towel, and she was naked. My cock immediately responded, hardening and lengthening at the sight of her lush curves and the dark circles of her areolae and the heavy weight of her breasts and the solid muscle of her thighs, her eyes like jade pools, hot on me.

  “Jesus, Ever.” I could barely whisper. I simply couldn’t believe she was meant for me, that she was giving me this
incredible gift of her body, her passion, her love. “You are…just the most gorgeous and the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  “That was absolutely the right response.” She sashayed toward me, her tits swaying with the accentuated sway of her steps.

  My cock was rigid now, achingly hard. She kept her eyes on mine for a brief moment, and I saw resolve in them, and hunger. She licked her lips once more, and then she was sinking to her knees in front of me. For a moment I couldn’t react, could only stand stunned as she wrapped both of her fists around my erection.

  “Wait, Ever. No. You don’t—you shouldn’t—”

  She slid her fists down my length, then stroked me hand-over-hand. “I want to. I want to try this.” She looked up at me. “Have you ever had this done to you?”

  “Yeah. A couple times, not a lot.” She moved her eyes away from mine, down to my cock, watching her own hands as they moved on me. My throat was dry, compulsively swallowing as she caressed my cock with her hands. I found my voice again. “Ever, seriously. I just want you. Us, together—”

  “Unless you don’t want this, shut up and let me do it, before I lose my nerve.” She moved her face closer, and my heart rate ratcheted up to a thunderous hammering. “I’m scared. I’m scared of doing it wrong. That you won’t like it. That it won’t be as good as when—”

  “Baby. There’s no right or wrong. Not with us. And there’s no comparing, either. Anything and everything you do, we do, is better than anything I’ve ever known. So if you want to try it, then god, I’m not gonna say no. Just…don’t—don’t bite me.”

  She laughed. “I think I can manage that much.”

  Another nervous flick of her tongue over her lips, and then she was shifting forward, her fists around my cock and she was lowering her mouth to me, wrapping her lips gingerly around the tip. I swallowed hard and held completely still, my fists clenching at my sides. Her mouth was…shit, god…so hot and wet. She made an “mmmmm” sound, and moved her mouth away.