“I missed this. Missed you,” I whisper against her ear. And I don’t just mean the sex. I mean the whole night. Us laughing and fucking around and talking. It’s probably stupid to fall so fast for a woman, any woman, but with Evie I want to let go. With Evie, I want to take that chance.
She tilts her chin back to me, those dark lashes wet, water dripping down her gorgeous face, and she unleashes the most brilliant smile. “Missed you too.”
With my other hand, I hold her hair tight and pull her mouth to mine as I stroke between her legs. Can’t get enough of her.
Feathering a light touch over that bundle of nerves makes her shudder. Panting, she pushes forward, anchoring herself harder against the wall, thrusting out that sweet ass.
Leaning back, I watch my hand disappear between her toned thighs, the sight making me so impossibly erect, my cock could pass for a weather vane.
Desperate gasps fill the shower while I work her over.
One finger makes her clit harden, the other makes the blood race, swelling her pussy. I fit two fingers inside her, then three. She squirms, pushing back on my hand, getting into it. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen.
“Josh,” she sighs. “Please give me more.”
“No.”
“No?” She turns, and the exaggerated pout on her lips is comical.
“You’re coming before me. Can I try out the dildo? You’re so ready.”
I see her chest swell up and down. “Yes,” she whispers, and I spread her legs wider. Grabbing the clone of my dick, I soap it up and rinse before I position it between her legs. With my other hand reached around, I rub her, and she moans.
Then slowly, gently, I press my dick—the clone—into her, and she reacts with a heaving breath.
“You okay?”
Her back arches. “Feels amazing.” She shivers, goosebumps breaking out on her skin. “Fuck me.”
So I do. I take over, rubbing her from the front with one hand and aiming the dildo for maximum pleasure with my other.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her arms shaking, her round ass up in the air.
I go faster, though I don’t want to go too hard, and all of a sudden, my hand is even wetter, and she’s quaking, eyes closed, crying out my name as she comes.
Fuck yeah.
After the shock waves of her orgasm subside, I gently pull out the dildo and set it on the shelf. She turns around and kisses me. She’s even softer now that she’s satisfied.
“Come in me now,” she orders. “I’m on the pill and just got a clean bill of health last month.”
“I’m good to go too.” I’ve never been so happy to have had a physical in my life. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” She does, and I lift her up and back her up against the shower wall. Water flows over my back, while her face and mine are out of the spray. Our eyes connect, and with one thrust, I enter her.
God, ungloved. Hot, wet, tight, plump. The way she contracts around me is unreal. My brain turns off, and I turn into nothing but absolute pleasure.
She sucks on my neck and runs her hand down my back, saying, “Harder. Do it harder.”
With that, I can’t take it any more. The muscles tighten, the veins thump, and I release, pumping inside her with all that I have, all that I’ve saved up today, but really all that I’ve wanted since we were last together.
With a sigh, I collapse into her, nestling my forehead on her neck, and she runs her hands through my hair. Our breaths come out in the same, harsh staccato.
After a moment, I set her down, but then she reaches for me again, fitting her body to mine, face in the crook of my neck, arms wrapped tightly around me.
“I’m so sorry if I hurt you last week,” she whispers, shaking her head. My heart swells with her declaration. I’m not used to the women in my life apologizing. “I was overwhelmed, and I panicked but—”
“Shhh. It’s okay.” Leaning back, I cup her face. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”
When our mouths meet, it’s sweet and unrushed, tender, unfurling a rush of new emotions. If we’re moving too fast, I’m too fucking elated by what happened today to care.
“Spend the night. I want you to stay,” I profess against her lips.
When she agrees, I don’t bother hiding my face-splitting smile.
I wash her off and wrap her in a fluffy white towel. I think I’ve been a decent boyfriend to the girls I’ve dated in the past, but I’ve never felt a primal urge to protect a woman the way I do with Evie. So even though what we have is new, I realize she’s special. And I want this to work.
Before we leave the bathroom, it’s been long enough to pull the silicone out of the last mold we made, so I do. I’m holding a perfect clone of my dick, which is really fucking odd to experience. I mean, I hold my dick plenty, but when it’s attached to my body.
“The last one totally worked,” she says.
It did.
Actually, we totally worked.
19
Josh
“You have so much plaster on yourself in that photo.”
My loft is neat and austere all around us, but my sheets are tangled and rumpled, and somehow I don’t mind the mess. Evie and I are curled up in our underwear, looking at my laptop at the foot of my bed. After running back to her house to feed Chauncey, she packed an overnight bag, and we returned to my condo.
“Maybe I should Photoshop marble statues around me.”
Evie rests her chin on the palm of her hand. “For a Michelangelo-themed post.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Don’t know that I’d make the cut.” It seems sacrilegious to compare my body to world-renowned sculptures.
“Actually, you might be a tad too big for a Michelangelo. His models must’ve been growers,” she jokes, wiggling her pinky at me.
You’d think after posting so many shots of my junk that I’d never get embarrassed, but for some reason, my face heats. It’s one thing for chicks online to praise your dick, it’s another thing entirely for the woman you’ve been thinking about since you met her to do it.
She tilts her head up and kisses me. “Your fans are gonna love these shots. They’re fantastic.”
Funny. I’m starting to care less and less what my fans think.
We scroll through the images, her legs tangled with mine.
I made such a mess of myself while making the Clone-A-Cock. I looked like I was made out of the dust of the ages.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I nuzzle her ear. “You know what that picture reminds me of? That smell when you walk past a building being renovated in Europe. Like the cold air of centuries past.” I’d always thought that there was almost an inhalation of the building—like it sucked you in during the demolition, with white dust and plaster everywhere.
Evie looks wistful. “I’ve never been overseas.”
“Then I’ll have to take you. We can recreate all of my architectural posts on my blog.”
She bursts out laughing. “I especially want to do the Leaning Tower of Peen-sa.”
“Deal.”
Flipping around so that she is facing me, she surveys me with her gray eyes. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”