“God, you feel so fucking good,” he rasps in my ear.
I curl an arm back, put my palm to the back of his head, and arch into him. “So do you.”
“I’m glad,” he grunts as he pushes into me extra deep. “Because we are going to be doing a whole lot of this from now on.”
That pleases me and I don’t know why. Maybe because I thought if we had sex once, Evan would get his fill and move on. Isn’t that what rock stars did? Or maybe I even had some insecurity, thinking I wouldn’t be good enough to hold Evan’s interest in bed. I mean, after all, how damn good can I be when in all my active sexual life, I’ve never had oral sex before.
But Evan… for some reason I cannot seem to explain… seems to enjoy this with me. No, he seems to get off mightily on it. He relishes it. He savors. He rides the wave as hard and as high as he can.
He does it in the filthiest, dirtiest of ways, and he has his erotic words down to a science.
Evan’s hand moves from my breast, glides down my belly, and he touches me in that spot. A place on my body that has been thoroughly enslaved by his fingers and mouth.
It only takes the tiniest of touches and I start to tighten up all over.
“That’s right,” Evan praises me as he starts to rub my clit in rough circles. His hips move faster against me, driving him deeper. “I love how I can tell when you’re close. Can feel it so clearly. I love how I can play this body as easily as I can play my guitar. And you know what, Emma love… the sounds you make when you come are as beautiful as the music I make.”
And that’s all it takes.
I break apart with a relieved cry of release, my entire body falling. Tremors of ecstasy rippling through my body, causing Evan to start tunneling harder and faster into me.
Through gritted teeth, he gives me fair warning though it’s not needed, “I’m going to come so fucking hard, baby.”
I drop my arm, put my hand on his thigh, and dig my fingers down to secure my body as he thrusts harder and harder into me. I can’t see his face, but I can imagine exactly what it looks like because I watched him orgasm several times over the last twenty hours or so. I want him to come so hard he loses the power of speech, and because I’m pinned to the mattress by his powerful body, I help him along the only way I can.
With words.
Totally uncharacteristic of me, I whisper into the morning sunlight my first attempt at dirty talk. “Fuck me harder, Evan. Give it up to me.”
Granted, I could have said dirtier, but it was indeed my first attempt.
However, dirtier was not needed because the minute I tell Evan to fuck me harder, he plants himself in deep, places his mouth on my shoulder, and bites down briefly before muttering against my skin, “Fuck. Goddamn… I’m coming. Oh, Emma… feels so fucking good, baby. So fucking good.”
My entire body seems to burst apart with elation over his words. The reverence with which he praises what I do to him. The absolute insatiability he has for me.
He makes me feel something I’ve never felt before.
I feel wanted.
Evan holds me tight for a few moments as we both come down off the high of some really amazing sex. But then he pulls out of me, a feeling I do not like, and slides out of the bed. I roll to my back and watch him peeling the condom off as he walks into the bathroom, and I’m still a bit amazed he woke up, put a condom on, and started having sex with me while I was asleep.
That’s so damn dirty.
I love it.
When Evan comes back out of the bathroom, I can’t help but let my eyes run over him. He’s so beautiful. Tall with muscles but not bulky like. He looks strong and vibrant. His face is a work of art.
I have no clue why he’s with me, but that may be a question I don’t need answered. After all, when I walk out of this hotel suite, I might not ever see his bed again. We haven’t had a discussion as to what this means.
Evan climbs onto the bottom of the bed and crawls his way up over me. He drops his face, presses a soft kiss on my lips, and says, “Good morning.”
I grin back at him. “That was a good morning.”
“Hope you don’t mind I helped myself,” he says as he flops to my side and then pulls me into his arms.
And oh… that’s nice.
“I don’t mind,” I whisper. Because what in the hell was there to mind about that?
“Good,” he says with a squeeze to my waist. “Because ever since you stepped onto that bus, I’ve woken up horny for you every morning.”
“You have not,” I exclaim in disbelief.
“I so have,” he reassures me. “So prepare to get fucked every morning, although I wouldn’t mind a blow job either.”
I giggle and feel a little hum of excitement over the prospect. I’ve not done a lot of oral work before. My college boyfriend, sure… but it was mostly foreplay, and I think I might not have been very good at it since he always pushed me off after a few minutes, then we’d have sex.
Which ugh… the sex I’ve had before?
Boring.