Not wanting to hurt her, I resume my position next to her.
“Close your eyes,” I say, and she obeys.
I run my finger down her cheekbone, and she sucks in a large breath of air. It delights me to no end that I have this kind of effect on her. I continue to trail my fingers down, inching along her neck, down the middle of her chest, along her soft stomach, and finally, to the top of her underwear. I stop suddenly, and her eyes flick open.
I look at her as she nods in approval—a silent gesture telling me it’s okay.
“Eyes closed,” I whisper. She shuts them tightly in anticipation. I can’t help but grin widely.
I run my fingers softly against the outside of her underwear, and she moans out loud again and writhes underneath me. I go lower, down her inner thigh, past her knee, and as I sit up, all the way down to her ankle and foot. I stop, and she keeps her eyes shut, breathing heavily. I just want to look at her for a minute—her long, brown hair fanned out behind her, the single mole just to the left of her belly button, her lush, red lips that I want to bite and nibble every time I see them… she’s perfect.
I run my other hand along her broken leg softly and up to the knee, encircling her knee cap before running my fingers up, up, up…
“Nick,” she moans, bucking her hips.
It’s a plea, and I can’t ignore it now.
I pull her underwear off with my teeth, gently, gently… all the way down. She gasps more loudly, and I assume it’s out of pleasure and not pain. Her writhing hips tell me so.
Poor Evi. I’ve made her wait for so long that now she’s insatiable.
I’ll just have to get her as sated as possible.
She’s perfect down there, and I find myself giddy to kiss her there. I do it without asking, and she doesn’t seem to mind one bit as I flick my tongue against her. She arches her back as I increase the rhythm, and I bring two fingers inside of her just as she arches in anticipation of them.
I know she’s close, because she’s gripping my hair and moving her hips upwards and into my mouth.
“Nick, Nick, Nick,” she says over and over. I never thought I’d like the sound of my name so much.
Just as I curve my fingers ever so slightly, she cries out and thrashes against me. I continue my pace, and then I slow it down as she lets out a giant breath of air. I slowly pull my fingers out, and after one last flick of my tongue, I look up at her.
She’s smiling, and I go to kiss her. I have to kiss her. I’m suddenly wary of where my mouth has been, but she doesn’t seem to mind, because she pulls me in closer by my neck.
“Your turn,” she says, and those two words are my favorite two words ever to be uttered in my life.
“Evi,” I say reluctantly. “When you’re better. It’ll be hard to…” I don’t elaborate, but I imagine the mechanics of whatever she has in mind will be difficult with her cast. “As much as I want you to, we have to be gentle tonight. Okay?”
“Fine,” she says, feigning exasperation, but really, she’s grinning widely as she stretches her hands above her head.
“You… doing that… reminds me of one thing.” I reach underneath her and unclasp her bra in a single motion. Now she’s completely naked.
Of course she’s gorgeous everywhere. Of course she’s perfect. It shouldn’t surprise me. I stand and remove my pants while she watches me curiously. I suddenly feel very vulnerable and exposed, but then I look at her, sprawled out naked on the mattress, and I remove my shirt and boxers. She sucks in a mouthful of air when she sees me.
“Nicholas Wilder…” She motions with one finger for me to go over to her, and I decide right then and there that that gesture is my single-most favorite gesture ever.
In fact, everything she does is my favorite thing ever.