“Yes,” she whispers and bites my neck.
Taking my time, I glide my hand against her panties. She’s soaked. As much as I want to rip them off and push into her, I’m not going to. I want to make this amazing for her.
I make gentle circles on her pussy, feeling the lace rub against her wet skin until she writhes against me.
Quickly, she helps me push down her underwear, and then we race to press our bodies back together.
The heat from her satiny skin and the wetness coating my finger when I dip inside her challenge every ounce of self-control I have to take it slow, to focus on her and not the insistence of my heavy erection. Keeping my thumb on her tender nub, I coax a second finger inside her, her eyes darkening as I stroke faster, deeper, harder, until her breathing grows ragged.
Her chest heaves, and I dip my face to the plunging neckline of her shiny dress, and lick the edge of her breast. The sweet scent of her body overwhelms me in the best way, and I only barely keep myself from biting her.
“Your pussy feels amazing, sweetheart.” Tight. Wet. A slick paradise.
Fuck. That look she gives me… it’s headier than a million new subscribers on my blog.
With a confident hand, she reaches for my hard shaft, rubbing it through my black suit pants, the friction making me clench my eyes.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpers as I make circles inside of her, her muscles tightening around my fingers, getting wetter with each rotation.
Her clit is so hard, I know she’s going to come. I keep at it, giving her all of my focus, but God, loving how she jerks me off through my clothes.
I watch her face. Watch her mouth open on a silent cry. Watch her whole body tense underneath me.
“Come, baby.”
Her eyes flutter open, she releases my cock and exhales huskily, letting go. But she doesn’t sound like the porn stars I’m so tired of watching. She sounds like my Evie, sweet and soft and vulnerable.
The waves of her orgasm tremble on my hand as she clutches the sheets, her hair wild and disheveled and so goddamn sexy, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
A contented sigh leaves her.
Those gray eyes, glazed and heavy and a little unfocused, turn up to me just before she grazes my neck with her lips. “Take your clothes off, Josh. I want to feel you.”
Kneeling between her legs, I fumble with the buttons on my shirt.
As soon as it’s off, her lips part, and I bask in her unspoken appreciation for all the work I do at the gym.
The suit pants are next, the sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet room. Her eyes trail down my body, and when I finally push my black boxer briefs down my thighs, my cock juts forward.
I fist myself in long, slow strokes, loving how her eyes flare.
“Your body is unbelievable.” She shifts her legs, going on her hands and knees and wrapping her hot, wet mouth around me.
Oh, fuck.
Sensuous licks up my shaft make my thighs tense, but then she works me in her hand as she sucks and swirls her tongue, and I am so lost. Whatever heaven there is, whatever perfection man can experience on Earth, she’s brought all of the goddamn pleasure to me, in this moment, right now.
“Fuck, Evie, your mouth feels so good.”
Those eyes look up at me—need and desire burning bright in her gaze—and suddenly my urge to make her come again outweighs the craving to empty myself between those perfect lips.
I lean back out of her mouth and shove my pants and socks all the way off. With a tug, I untie her wrap dress, and it separates, revealing her curves. I’m immediately addicted to every one of them.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.” She reaches over to a nightstand and pulls out a box. It’s new, never been opened, which surprises me, but I like it.
“Let’s get your dress off.”
The slow shimmy of the gold fabric down her pale skin quickens my pulse, but when she unhooks her bra, exposing the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen, my dick lurches. They’re full and fucking mouthwatering with creamy white skin and rosy-tipped nipples. I need my face between them.
Lying back down on the bed, she stares up at me with wide eyes. Now we’re both naked, and I want to touch her everywhere.
I cup her head and kiss her, nibble on her ear. On the gentle slope of her shoulder. On the valley between her breasts.
Pushing back, I cradle her tits, sucking one, then the other.
“Josh?” she breathes.
“Yeah,” I say, my tongue on her skin.
“Get inside me.”
She doesn’t have to say it again. I rip open the box of condoms, grab one, and roll it on.
My heart pounds in my chest when my eyes connect with Evie’s. When I see her unguarded expression.
This, her… Everything about this woman calls to me.
I spread her legs wide and position my cock at her entrance. Her dark hair is splayed over the sheet, her tits blush-red, her lips bruised from our kisses. Not taking my eyes off hers, I gently push in one inch.
Oh, my fuck, she’s tight.
I can’t slam in. I want to, but she needs to get used to my size. With one agonizing movement at a time, I press and press until I fit all the way inside her. She’s so slick it doesn’t take too long, and hearing the hitch of her breath as I enter her makes me even harder, if that’s possible. Her muscles contract around me, squeezing my dick.
“Want to take it easy on you. Don’t want to hurt you.”
I’m stuffed to the hilt, cock swelling, needing relief.
Those long legs wrap around my back, and I somehow slide deeper. Bliss.
“Fuck me hard, Josh. I can handle it.”
Her voice is full of need and lust, and it snaps something in me.
My hips pull back, and I move earnestly, pulling out almost all the way and thrusting forward until our bodies smack together.
The whole bed moves. Her tits shake. Her nails dig into my back. She mutters incoherently, a litany of curses and prayers as I move over her.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
Her back arches, and those beautiful breasts jut out. Tightening my hold on her hips, I pound deeper into her pussy. Christ, I’m dying to let go, but I can’t yet.
“Want you to come again,” I grunt, trying to hold on.
Flipping us over so that she’s on top, I fuck her from below, making her boobs bounce with each movement. Reaching between our bodies, I thumb her clit gently, and she tosses her head back, her whole body tightening around me.
Watching her, I can’t handle it. She’s too perfect. Feels too good. Too wet and snug.
I can tell she likes this position because she starts clenching her thighs.
With a strangled cry, she comes again, her body quaking above me and her hair tumbling around her shoulders.
She is the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen. Leaning down, she kisses me ferociously, our bodies pressed together, my hips pistoning, sliding in and out of her, increasing the pressure, increasing the pleasure.