There’s no hesitation as Evie kisses me back. It’s like she needs this as much as I do.
Her lips part on a moan, the sound vibrating all the way down to my cock, and all hell breaks loose.
Pure primal need to reclaim what is mine slams into me, and I’m helpless against it, helpless against her.
Lifting her, I slam her back against the wall. Her legs come up and wrap around my waist.
And it’s like no time has passed at all. Everything about her is the same—her taste, her scent, how she feels under my hands.
I want more. I want all of her, more than I should allow myself to have. But I have always been a sucker for the kind of pain that Evie provides.
And if I’m not inside her soon, I will actually fucking die.
The feel of her lips moving against mine, her tongue in my mouth…nothing has ever felt so good, so cathartic. It’s like coming home, like waking up from the worst kind of nightmare.
I know this is just a Band-Aid over the bullet hole she put in my chest, but I need it.
I need her.
I couldn’t stop now even if I tried. And I don’t want to. I really don’t.
Evie always has been my drug of choice.
History is pulling me right back in with its steely claws, and I’m more than happy to let it. I’m shackling myself to that motherfucker and letting it lead me straight into hell.
Our mouths are going at it. Lips, teeth, and tongues, the urgency and desperation of it all remind me of the inexperienced teenagers we used to be.
The memory of how amazing it felt to be inside her makes my cock even harder, and I was already as hard as stone.
Reaching over, I turn the lock on the door. Then, I grab the hem of her T-shirt, lifting it. She raises her arms, so I can get it over her head.
She’s wearing a pink lacy bra underneath.
I let out a groan at the sight. Pulling a strap down her shoulder, freeing her tit, I cup it with my hand, and I start kissing her again.
My tongue is deep in her mouth, licking. My hand is squeezing her tit, fingers pinching her nipple.
The moans escaping her, entering my mouth, are making me painfully harder.
I haven’t been this hard since I was last with her.
She’s pressing her hips against mine, trying to find the pressure she needs.
“Adam…I need…”
She doesn’t have to say it. I know exactly what she needs.
I know Evie’s body better than I know my own.
Putting her to her feet, I undo her shorts. She kicks off her flip-flops. I pull her shorts down her legs, taking her panties with them. Then, I drop to my knees before her.
“Adam…”
I glance up at her.
She looks needy and vulnerable. It turns me on like nothing before.
I slide my hand under her thigh, lifting it, and I hook it on my shoulder. Then, I put my mouth on her *.
She cries out my name, her hands gripping my hair. The sound drives me crazy. It drives me on.
She tastes exactly the same, feels exactly the same.
Fully aware of how she likes to be touched, I run my tongue up her center and then suck her clit into my mouth as I slip a finger inside her.
Mouth still on her, I look up at her. She’s staring down at me. Her eyes are glazed and filled with wonderment and lust.
Knowing I’m doing this to her, making her feel this way, has me feeling like a king.
She always could lift me up.
I know it’s only a temporary, fleeting feeling, and when it’s over, I’ll come crashing back down, but I’ll take what I can right now. I need this. I need her, more than I realized or wanted to admit to myself.
Closing my eyes, I get back to it, giving her what she needs and taking what I want in return.
I lick and suck her with my mouth and fuck her with my finger.
Moments later, she’s blowing apart against my mouth.
Pulling my finger from her, I run my tongue around her, licking her clean. Then, I suck my finger into my mouth, too.