I smiled and sipped my wine. It was dry and floral, sliding down my throat.
We drank wine and talked about trivial things, making small talk, getting comfortable around each other. The wine made me feel light and warm. I was getting more at ease. I sat on a bar stool at the bar, and Evan leaned on it with one elbow, his body turned to me. I was aware of how close he was, of the smell of his cologne wrapping around me. My legs were deliciously numb from the wine, and I felt the familiar twinge of arousal in my crotch.
Alcohol always turned me on. Having Evan next to me, attractive and oh-so-male, nudged me along.
“I’m glad last night didn’t scare you off,” Evan said. He trailed his fingertips along my bare thigh. I’d chosen a summer dress and cork wedges to come see him. Dresses made me feel sexier, more elegant.
“It will take more than that to get rid of me,” I said.
Evan slid his hand up my thigh, and I shivered.
“I’m glad,” he said. He was inching closer to me with his face. “I would hate to lose you because of ill timing.”
“You pay me to be here, remember?” I whispered, smiling. My eyes were on his lips. He was only inches away from me now. When I glanced at his eyes, they were on my lips, too. I closed my eyes, and a moment later, Evan’s lips pressed against mine.
The current that seemed to always accompany him coursed through my body, and I sighed into his mouth. Evan put his hand behind my neck and kissed me. The kiss became urgent very quickly. His tongue slipped into my mouth.
I opened my legs so he could stand between them, our wine glasses forgotten on the bar. Evan’s other hand cupped my cheek before he trailed it down my neck, thumbing my collarbone for a moment before he moved onto the skin on my chest. His hands were sure, knowing where they were headed.
I gasped when his hand slid onto my breast and he massaged me. I could feel my nipples harden against the padding of my bra.
Evan slid his hand around my waist, moving down his other hand, and he pulled me toward him so that his dick pressed against my crotch. I gasped. He was hard and eager for me. He looked me in the eyes, and his face spelled out lust, pupils dilated.
“I want to fuck you,” he growled.
I shivered, his words turning me on even more. The alcohol had relaxed me enough not to care about being nervous or shy. I wanted Evan to fuck me, too.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
Evan’s eyes filled with hunger just before he kissed me again, mashing his lips against mine. The kiss was urgent. He ground himself against me, pulling me closer with his hands on my hips as we made out, our tongues sliding around each other, tasting each other.
“You’re so fucking hot, Scarlett,” he murmured against my mouth.
Evan lifted me off the stool as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist to help him, and he carried me out of the bar and down a passage to the side. I started slipping, and he put me down halfway. I peeled his blazer off as we went along, got rid of his shirt and pushed my fingers into the dark hair that curled on his chest. He tugged at my dress and finally managed to get it over my head. He dropped it on the floor, adding it to the trail of clothes we left behind us. We made our way into a bedroom. I didn’t pay a lot of attention to the room. I had the feeling it was huge with modern pieces of furniture scattered around.
Evan guided me toward a large bed and laid me down on the mattress. He kicked off his shoes before he crawled onto the bed with me. He kissed his way up my legs toward my panties. I moaned as his hands preceded his mouth. He curled his fingers around my panties and yanked them down. I cried out. I was suddenly naked from the waist down as he pulled the panties over my feet, taking off my wedges as he went along, and throwing them off the bed.
He dove between my legs and closed his mouth around my pussy, flicking his tongue over my clit. I cried out and squirmed. Evan put his hands on my hips and gripped me firmly, holding me in place.
He ate me out, sucking and licking. I moaned and cried out as he pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm.
It didn’t take much time at all before I tumbled into my first wave of bliss. I cried out, my hands digging into Evan’s hair, and I bucked my hips, fucking his face as waves of pleasure washed over me.
When I came down, Evan lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He got off the bed and undid his pants, slowly pulling them off. His body was in great shape–he didn’t look almost fifty at all–and when he pulled out his cock, I gasped. I had thought I knew the size of him, but hard and straining like this, he was even bigger.
“Take of your bra,” he said. I sat up and did as he asked, and I was naked in front of him, sitting on the bed on display.
Evan got onto the bed again, and the mattress dipped under his weight. He stood on his knees between my legs, back straight, dick straining, and I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too.
I shifted toward him and closed my mouth around his cock. He groaned. I looked up at him, making my eyes big, and slid his shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. His lips were parted, his breathing shallow and erratic. I bobbed my head back and forth. I cupped his balls with my hand and pushed him deeper and deeper into my mouth until he reached the back of my throat.
“That’s enough, Scarlett,” Evan growled and pulled back, slipping out of my mouth with a pop.
I didn’t have time to ask, even if I wanted to. Evan leaned down and kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth for just a moment before he pushed me back. He crawled over me, his arms on either side of my head, and he positioned his cock at my entrance. I held my breath as he pushed the tip in, and I moaned in one loud cry as he slid into me, all the way to the hilt. I shuddered beneath him, trying to adjust to his size. He filled me up, splitting my body apart with his cock.
Evan didn’t give me a lot of time to get used to the size of him before he started sliding in and out of me. I cried out as he pushed against my cervical wall, reaching my depths with ease. He pumped in and out of me, bucking his hips harder and harder, and I cried out and moaned, getting lost in the sexual bliss that washed over me like a wave. Heat spilled through my body. My breasts moved back and forth in time with Evan’s fucking. My fingers gripped his shoulders as I held on while he pounded into me.
The sound of our sex filled the room, the sound of my cries and moans, his grunts, and the slap and suck of thick flesh slamming into my wetness. Another orgasm built inside me, starting at my core and filling outward like I was a cup of hot water, ready to spill over.