17. Evgeny #4
“This smells amazing,” she says, grabbing several bags from me and rushing to the island so she can start going through everything. “I almost ate without you, but now I’m really glad I waited.”
“I thought I saw you munching on something about an hour ago,” I say, putting the rest of the food in front of her so she can go through that as well.
She forgets about everything when she spots the churros.
Grabbing one, she takes a big bite, closing her eyes while she chews.
Cinnamon sugar dots her lips, and I immediately grow hard at the sight.
“That’s for dessert,” I say.
“Doesn’t matter,” she says around her mouthful. “Dessert can be an appetizer if you’re willing to color outside the lines, Ev.”
When she finishes chewing, I walk over and look down at her.
Unable to resist the sugar on her lips any longer, I cup the back of her neck and lean down to kiss her.
I’m relieved when the moan she gives is more intense than the one she’d just given for the churro.
I lick and suck the sweetness from her lips before deepening the kiss and losing myself in her yet again.
It’s dangerously easy to do, but I can’t bring myself to pull back.
I’m done putting distance between us. However long I have with her, I want to enjoy it.
When I feel her tug at my belt, I grin against her lips. “I thought you were hungry.”
“I’m starving,” she whispers, freeing my belt and getting to work on the rest.
Grabbing her hips, I lift her up and set her on the island next to all the food that no longer seems important.
Her eagerness to get in my pants has me so hard I can barely focus on anything besides the unquenchable need I have to get inside her as quickly as possible.
I wish I could tell her that she’s the only woman I’ve ever been with, ever touched, ever kissed, ever tasted.
She’s branded herself onto every single one of my senses, so much so that the mere thought of ever being this intimate with anyone else feels too wrong to even consider.
She owns me, body and soul and heart, and there’s not a thing I can do about it.
Yanking her pants and underwear down, I don’t waste any time.
As soon as she’s freed my aching cock, I thrust into her as deeply as I can get, making her gasp my name and cling to me like she’ll never be able to let go.
I allow myself the delusion that maybe she won’t.
Maybe she’ll choose to stay right where she’s at.
Maybe she’ll choose to love me even knowing who I am.
Thoughts of her choosing to instead walk out that door and never come back have my movements turning harder as I roughly take her against the island, wanting to brand my body onto hers just as indelibly as she’s done to me.
I want her to ache for me. I want every cell in her body to constantly scream for my touch.
I want her pussy to feel a physical ache at the loss of my cock, and I want her to crave me like I crave her.
Instead of shying away from the forceful pounding I’m giving her, she digs her nails into my back, arching up to meet every hard thrust of my hips while she writhes beneath me and moans my name so goddamn sweetly.
Grasping the back of her neck, my fingers curl around her slender throat while I feel the rapid beat of her pulse against my skin.
“Did you miss me today?” I ask, murmuring the question against her parted lips. “Did you sit around thinking about this exact moment?”
“Yes,” she moans, running her hands down my back before grabbing onto my ass.
“Good,” I say with a grin. “I’m really glad I’m not the only one.”
She lets out a sultry laugh. “No, you’re definitely not the only one.”
Her nails dig into my ass as she slowly licks the seam of my lips before delving inside.
The sensation takes my breath away, and when I feel her body tense, I fuck her harder, knowing she’s close.
As soon as she starts to come, I join her, wanting to share the moment with her and also because the way her pussy is gripping me doesn’t give me much of a choice.
Her body softens beneath mine. I slow everything down, slowly sliding in and out of her as the last of the orgasm runs through me.
Letting go of my ass, she trails her fingers along my skin in soft, teasing touches that send aftershocks all through me as I slowly kiss her, refusing to break contact just yet.
When I do manage to pull back, she grins up at me and says, “See, you can have dessert as an appetizer.”
I laugh and kiss her again. “I guess you’re teaching me to color outside the lines.”
“It’s much funner this way.”
I lightly rock my hips, just enough to send another shiver down my spine. “You’re definitely right about that.”
She drags her fingers lightly down my cheek and says, “I do need some calories, though. You’re making me exercise a lot more than I’m used to.”
“I’ll never apologize for that,” I tell her. “In fact, you should eat extra tonight because I’m going to make you work out again later.”
The smile she gives me combined with the soft kiss she places on my shoulder makes it clear she’s not complaining about the plans I have for us later.