“Bummer,” I chuckle and steal another chaste kiss before someone else taunts us.
“Seems like we should keep it PG.”
“This was fun,” I say as we lay on the grass watching the stars.
The music is low, and people are tipsy, but the chatter and laughter still surround us. As time passes, I understand more why Eva finds this place so comfortable. There's peace in here.
"I have to admit, when I first heard that you love coming to this side of the town, I was worried it's dangerous. But now I can see it was just my judgment."
"These people once lived the other side of the town. They're not here because they're drug addicts or something. Life happened, and it fucked them over in a way. Some got fired while they're neck deep in debt. Some lost their job to take care of a loved one with a health problem. Some trusted the wrong people," she defends with passion.
“How do you know?” I ask.
She shrugs. "Every night when I come here, they talk, and I listen. Everyone has a story to tell, but there's not always someone to listen."
“Do you share yours?”
She shakes her head. “They already have enough. They don't need my stupid drama.”
"It's not stupid drama, Evangeline. It's your life, and I understand you may not want to share with everyone, but I'm always here, okay? You're not alone. I'll always listen."
“Until you leave,” she whispers so softly, I almost miss it.
I have no intention of forgetting her when my time here is done. I know she’s it for me, and I want her with me as long as she wants me with her. But I don’t say it. Not yet. I know she won’t trust only words. But I’ll make her believe that I’m with her from now on. Until then, I pretend like I didn’t hear her.
21
Eva
I shudder and moan with pleasure when I find Elijah’s head between my legs the moment I open my eyes. His hands grip my ass, bringing me closer to him like he can’t get enough of my taste.
His tongue dips into my entry. His humming vibrates every bundle of nerves in my body. When he takes my clit in his mouth and sucks, I dive my hand into his hair and rock my hips against his face shamelessly, chasing my orgasm he so easily brings out of me.
Letting go my clit with a pop, he licks from my clit to my ass again and again until my legs quake and my throat get hoarse from all the moaning.
God. This man. He has a magic tongue.
When his lips wrap around the bundle of nerves he worked so great, I feel his fingers teasing my entrance. Wiggling my hips, I try to get him inside of me, but he chuckles.
“Elijah!” I groan with protest.
He keeps licking, sucking, and nipping my flesh, and I feel like I'm about to explode.
My toes curl, my back arches, my mouth opens to take some air into my lungs to prepare myself for the release he’ll deliver, but when he pushes two of his fingers inside me and curls them to rub the most sensitive place in my body, instead of walking off the cliff, I explode like a firework. Before I can even catch my breath, he's hovering over me, taking my breath away again with the sweetest but somehow the hottest kiss.
Our lips separate, and our eyes lock in a heated gaze as he slowly enters me.
Yes, he's given me an orgasm that rocks my world with his mouth and fingers, but this… feeling him inside me, filling me, it's an experience I wouldn't trade with anything. When he's inside me, he closes the cracks in my soul, making me whole.
"You, in my arms. Me, inside you. This is heaven on earth," he whispers, and he slowly moves inside me like we have all the time in the world. "And you're the angel made only for me," he adds with so much passion I pull his face to mine so I can kiss him with all the emotion he awakens in me.
We both find our releases at the same time, swallowing each other's moans of pleasure.
He falls over my body, burying his face into the crook of my neck with a satisfied hum.
When we come down from our highs, he kisses my neck and murmurs to my ear, “Good morning.”
“I can easily get used to waking up to this,” I whisper back with a big grin on my face.