He did not plunder her, but rather traced her walls, slowly delving deeper and deeper with that solitary finger.
When she arched, his other hand pressed like a starfish into her belly, anchoring her back down.
“Stay still.”
His touch was sexual indeed, but there was a feeling of being examined as well that left her on the
precipice of something dark. Emotions surged and urges to cover herself weaved with the intricate
reaction of her desire to let him continue.
Surrender. Be his. Trust.
The tension that had her squirming fell away as her legs opened the remaining distance until they
settled softly into the bedding. “That’s a good girl.”
She was rewarded with a deep press of his finger that settled right over her G-spot. Her back bowed
reflexively as he tickled there. Hot lips nibbled and sucked her clit, and she was coming once more,
this time her release forceful. Waves of pleasure consumed her, and she cried out with the ecstasy of
it.
His fingers fucked into her sex as he extended her pleasure. When her body was a puddle of bones
and flesh holding her heartbeat inside, he withdrew his touch and kissed up to her breasts.
Evelyn had no idea what time it was, if it was close to morning or just after dark. Time didn’t
matter when they were together. Nothing did. The world simply fell away.
Her body was turned as his lips kissed and nibbled over her shoulder. “Come here.”
She opened her eyes, and even under the dim twilight shadows, she blinked at the vividness. He sat
on the bed, his back facing the headboard, but not leaning in. Guiding her body, he scooted her to his
lap so her back was to his chest. “Put me inside of you,” he whispered, taking a nip from her shoulder.
She lifted and her fingers curled around the solid length of his velvet cock. Bracing her weight on
her knees, she fit him to her slit and sunk down. He filled her completely and they each moaned at the
pleasure of such a union.
Strong hands curled around her ankles before she had a chance to move. “Slide your legs back and
lean forward so you’re resting with your belly on the bed.”
She worried she’d hurt him in that position, but he was large enough to keep them connected as she
eased forward. His palm pressed softly into her back, slowly guiding her all the way down until the
cool satin sheets pressed into her breasts. Her arms wound around his calf muscles and when her legs
extended, knees pressing into the bedding and thighs bracketing his hips, he grabbed onto her hips and
gave a little tug.
The position seated him deep in her sex, pressing firmly into her front where all those delicious
nerve endings lay. Fingers massaged her cheeks as he eased forward. “Now fuck me, Evelyn.”
It took her a moment to find her bearings. She wiggled and every little motion seemed to anchor
him deeper in her sex. She decided she liked this position very much. Once she understood the
mechanics of it, she realized she could use her upper body strength against his calves as leverage.
Pulling at his ankles, the wiry hair covering his legs tickled her fingers as she rocked.
Dear God he was deep. He grunted and began to rock back into her, every counterstroke to her
rhythm a delectable brush to her core. Her limbs grew slick with exertion as she soon mastered the
pose. Just as she was about to come again, he slapped her ass hard and she sucked in a breath and
stilled.
“My pleasure, Evelyn. I saw to yours. Now see to mine.”
Indeed. Her greedy body wanted more, but her mouth pulled tight in a smirk. The orgasm vanished,
leaving nothing but a telltale quiver. Frustrated with being deprived of such selfish pleasure, she put her efforts into milking the best climax he’d ever had. Her force of each stroke doubled. She clenched
her sex at precisely the right moments, and when his fingers dug into the firm flesh of her ass, almost punishingly, she knew he figured out she was playing with him.
Her body became an instrument of pleasure. Delirium set in as she worked at her task. Body slicked
over body as fingers tightened to leave purple kisses like the subtle, bruised painting of rose petals.
The muscles of her arms and legs cried out for mercy, but her determination to shatter him to pieces
overruled their protests. The bed rocked like a lullaby of sin, and he cursed.
His grip bit into her flesh as the warmth of his seed spilled into her womb. His cock, buried so deep
inside her, hammered, each jet of his release a pulse into her sensitive sex, and she cried out as her
orgasm collided with his. He nearly dislodged himself with the force of his release, hips bucking, leg
muscles constricting. Opening her eyes, Evelyn had the satisfaction of literally seeing his toes curl.
The urge never announced itself; she merely transcended into an animal claiming her mate, and her