Don’t scare her. Go slow.
Fuck. Slow is the last thing I’m capable of right now. Still, I close my eyes and struggle not to move as she swirls her tongue. But then she starts sucking in earnest, and I can’t help the jerking of my hips. I groan out her name. Pleasure zips down my nerves, and pressure begins to gather behind my balls.
When I look down, my vision hazy, I find I’ve tangled my fingers in her hair despite my best intentions, holding her in place.
I release her hair and stroke it back, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead she puts her hands on my hips and licks my dick like a lollipop, sucking it into her mouth and dragging her tongue on the underside.
My balls lift, and I push on her shoulders until she releases me. My breathing is coming in short gasps. Grabbing the base of my cock, I grit my teeth and count backward from twenty. She’s staring at me, wide-eyed, probably wondering what the hell I’m doing.
Taking the time to explain is out of the question. As soon as I’m sure my balls aren’t about to detonate just yet, I roll on the condom and drag her down with me. She lands on her back with a huff, and I kiss her breasts, taking each sweet nipple in my mouth in turns, while reaching for her panties.
“Micah.” She’s as breathless as I am. She grips my hand, which has been traveling down toward her pussy. “I’m ready. Please.”
“No, Ev.” I won’t take her unprepared, not without making sure it will be good for her, too.
“I’m ready,” she says again and I dip my finger under her panty, between her folds, inside her, finding her hot and wet.
Once again I have to fight to keep from coming as I drag her lacy panties down her pretty legs, over the scars. I haven’t asked her how she got them yet, something about an accident, and I file the question in my mind for later.
The scars distract me enough so that I can hold on to my control a while longer. I brush my hand over them, then look up into her eyes as I push into her in one long thrust.
Oh fuck.
I must have blanked out for a second because the next thing I know she’s tugging on my shoulders, urging me to move.
She’s so unbelievably tight. And it’s her scent around me, her face below me. It’s Ev, and she’s with me. I pull out half way and push back in, watching her mouth fall open and her eyes close. Her legs wrap around me, and I lean over her until I’m propped on my elbow, my other hand teasing her breasts. I bring my mouth on hers, slipping my tongue inside, tasting her, licking her until she clutches at me desperately.
Her hips rise, and she clenches around me, inner muscles rippling in a maddening rhythm. This time there’s no way I can stop this orgasm from slamming into me like a runaway train. It tears through me, making my body writhe. My hips are moving in a frantic rhythm of their own, and wave after wave of burning pleasure washes though me. Not sure I can take so much of it without going mad.
Then I feel it—the exquisite tightening around my still jerking cock, and I hear her cry out as she comes.
Too much. Breaking the kiss, I muffle a howl into her shoulder, and hunch over her, my whole body trembling.
She shifts beneath me, and I lift my head, blinking the sweat from my eyes. “Holy shit,” I whisper.
She grins. She’s so fucking sexy I want to start all over again, but my body can’t cooperate just yet. I think it will take me more than two seconds to recuperate from something this strong. I don’t think I can even shift enough to pull out of her. Maybe we can stay like this forever.
I shouldn’t like the thought so much.
My lids are heavy, but she seems full of energy. Tugging and pushing, she manages to roll me on my side, and she rolls with me, still wrapped around me, one leg over my thigh.
Comfortable. Warm. I inhale her scent of flowers, and I’m already dozing off when she clenches her leg, drawing me closer. As I’m still trapped inside her, this brings a growl up my throat.
She laughs, a silver sound. “Why did you think I wouldn’t come here tonight?” she asks, her voice soft.
I try to think of a plausible explanation. “Your folks? I thought you’d get into trouble if you did.”
Her face falls, and I want to kick myself for reminding her. “They know I’m staying at a friend’s.”
I don’t know what to say to make her forget. My brain is sluggish. “I like holding you.”
She smiles, her brow smoothing out. “I like it when you hold me, too.”
“I don’t wanna scare you away.” Damn, my mouth is on autopilot. Brain not connected. “Ev…”
“You can’t scare me away,” she says firmly, and fuck, I want to believe her. “Are you talking about taking me into that alley today, or are you hiding whips and chains somewhere in your room?”
She glances around as if expecting to see them hanging on the wall, and I snort.