16. Chapter 16 - Evan #2
She leans forward until her forehead rests against mine. "My head is perfectly clear, Evan. I want this. I want you."
"Dahlia…"
"Shut up," she whispers, her lips brushing mine. "Just shut up and kiss me again."
"Goddamn it," I mutter, and then I'm kissing her, deep and hungry, my hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair.
She moans into my mouth, rocking against me with more purpose now. I'm painfully hard, straining against my pants, and each movement of her hips sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
Her hands return to my shirt, finishing what she started, pushing it off my shoulders. I shrug out of it, never breaking the kiss. Her palms are hot against my bare skin, exploring my chest, my shoulders, my back.
"You feel so good," she murmurs against my lips.
I slip my hands under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her waist, her ribs. "So do you."
She pulls back suddenly, and I worry she's changed her mind. But instead of moving away, she slides down my body until she's kneeling between my legs.
"Dahlia," I breathe, watching as she reaches for my belt.
She looks up at me through her lashes, her fingers working the leather strap. "Let me taste you."
My cock jumps at her words. "You don't have to—"
"I know I don't have to," she interrupts, tugging my belt free. "I want to."
I can't form words as she unbuttons my pants and pulls down the zipper. My breath catches when she reaches into my boxers and wraps her hand around me.
"Jesus," I hiss as she pulls me free.
Her eyes widen slightly. "Well, aren't you full of surprises?"
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I manage to ask, my voice rough.
She grins up at me. "Definitely good."
Then her mouth is on me, and coherent thought flies out the window. Her lips wrap around the head of my cock, warm and wet and perfect. I groan, my hands fisting in the bedsheets to keep from grabbing her hair.
"Fuck, Dahlia," I pant as she takes me deeper, her hand working what doesn't fit in her mouth.
She hums around me, and the vibration sends shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. Her eyes never leave mine as she bobs her head, her tongue swirling around the tip each time she pulls back.
"You look so beautiful like this," I tell her, finally giving in to the urge to touch her, brushing a curl from her face.
She takes me deeper in response, her hand tightening around the base. The sight of my cock disappearing between her lips is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
"Take all of me," I say.
She raises an eyebrow, then she places her hands on either side of my thighs and leans forward, taking me so deep I hit the back of her throat.
"Holy shit," I groan, watching as tears spring to her eyes from the effort.
She pulls back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. Before I can ask if she's okay, she's diving back down, taking me deep again.
"You're going to make me come if you keep that up," I warn her, my thighs tensing with the effort of holding back.
She pulls off with a pop, her hand still stroking me. "That's the idea."
Then she's back at it, her mouth hot and eager, and her hands work in unison. The dual sensation is overwhelming. I thread my fingers through her hair.
"Dahlia," I gasp, feeling the pressure build. "I'm close."
She doesn't stop. If anything, she increases her pace, her eyes locked on mine, watching my face as pleasure overtakes me.
"I'm coming," I warn her, trying to pull her off. "Take it out."
But she doesn't listen. She takes me deeper as I explode, my body jerking with the force of my orgasm. I feel her swallow around me, milking every last drop.
"Fuck," I pant as she finally releases me, sitting back on her heels with a satisfied smile. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to," she says simply, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
I stand on shaky legs, tucking myself back into my boxers but letting my pants fall to the floor.
Her eyes widen as I pull my undershirt over my head, now completely bare from the waist up. "What are you doing?"
"Taking off my clothes," I say, kicking off my shoes and socks. "You should do the same."
"You're bossy," she comments, but she's already reaching for the hem of her shirt.
"You have no idea," I reply, pushing my boxers down and stepping out of them.
Her gaze drops to my cock, which is already starting to harden again. "Impressive recovery time."
"What can I say?" I shrug, moving toward her. "You inspire me."
She laughs, pulling her shirt over her head.
"Take off your clothes," I say again. "All of them."
Her laughter fades, replaced by something darker and hungrier. She stands, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It falls away, revealing perfect breasts with dark nipples already pebbled.
"Beautiful," I murmur, stepping closer.
She unbuttons her jeans next, pushing them down along with her panties, and she steps out of them, now as naked as I am.
"I could look at you all day," I close the distance between us and cup her face, kissing her deeply, and I taste myself on her tongue. I slide my hands down her neck, her shoulders, until I'm cupping her breasts. She moans against my mouth as I brush my thumbs over her nipples.
"Lie down," I whisper against her lips.
She complies, stretching out on the bed, her dark curls fanning across the pillow. I follow, covering her body with mine, and kissing her again as my hand trails down her stomach.
"Tell me what you want," I say, nipping at her lower lip.
"You," she answers immediately. "Your mouth. Your hands. Everything."
I smile against her skin, trailing kisses down her neck. "Be specific."
"I want your mouth on my breasts," she says, her voice breathy. "And then lower."
"As the lady wishes," I murmur, moving down to capture one nipple between my lips.
She arches off the bed with a gasp, her hands flying to my hair. I suck gently, then with more pressure when she moans her approval. My hand kneads her other breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers.
"Evan," she whimpers, her hips rocking up against nothing.
I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slides down her stomach, teasing the skin just above where she wants me most.
"Please," she begs, spreading her legs wider.
I look up at her, her nipple still in my mouth. "Please, what?"
"Touch me," she says, her eyes dark with need. "I need you to touch me."
I release her breast with a final lick and move lower, trailing kisses down her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hip bone. When I settle between her thighs, she's already wet and swollen, ready for me.
"You're soaked," I run a finger through her folds.
She shivers. "It's your fault."
"I'll take the blame gladly," I say, lowering my head to press a kiss on her inner thigh.
She whimpers, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Don't tease me."
"But it's so fun," I counter, kissing her other thigh, getting closer to where she wants me, but not quite there.
"Evan, I swear to God…"
Her words cut off in a sharp gasp as I finally lick a long stripe through her folds. I groan against her, and she jerks in response.
"More," she demands, her hand finding my hair again.
I oblige, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips. At the same time, I slide one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars.
"Oh fuck," she cries out, her back arching off the bed. "Right there."
I keep the pressure working her with my mouth and fingers until she's writhing beneath me, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. When I feel her getting close, I increase the pace, sucking harder on her clit as my fingers pump faster.
"Oh god, Evan, I'm coming!" Dahlia cries out, her body tensing beneath my mouth as she tumbles over the edge.
Her back arches beautifully off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head as pleasure rips through her.
I slowly withdraw my fingers from inside her and bring them to my mouth, making sure she's watching as I lick them clean.
"Fuck," she whispers, her chest still heaving. "That was..."
"Just the beginning," I finish for her, crawling up her body to capture her mouth in a deep kiss.
She moans against my lips. She slides her hands up my back and digs her nails into my shoulders in a way that sends sparks straight to my cock.
When I pull back, her eyes are dark and hungry despite her recent release. "I'm not stopping anytime soon," I tell her, brushing a curl from her flushed face. "You're going to get exactly what you want."
"Promise?" she challenges, a smile playing at the corners of her swollen lips.
"Oh, I promise," I say as I flip her onto her stomach. "Up," I command, tapping her hip.
She complies immediately, raising her ass in the air while keeping her chest pressed to the mattress. The sight of her presented to me like this, her perfect ass in the air and her pussy glistening with arousal, nearly breaks my control.
"Evan," she gasps, looking back at me over her shoulder.
I run my hands over the smooth curve of her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. "Hold on tight, Dahlia," I warn, positioning myself behind her. "I can't hold myself back anymore."
I lean over her and press my chest against her back as I nip at her earlobe. She shivers beneath me, pushing back against my hardness. "I'm going to be rough," I whisper directly into her ear before sucking the sensitive flesh between my teeth.
She turns her head to catch my mouth in a fierce kiss. "I'm not made of glass," she breathes against my lips. "I don't break easily."
"Fuck," I swear, unable to wait another second.
I grip my cock, guiding it to her entrance, and thrust forward until I'm buried balls deep inside her. The sensation is overwhelming; she's tight, hot, and perfect around me.
"Jesus Christ," I groan as I dig my fingers into her hips to pull back and slam into her again.
"More," she demands, pushing back to meet each thrust.
I give her what she wants and set a punishing pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall. Each stroke drives deeper than the last, and I can feel her tightening around me, already approaching another climax.
"That's it," I encourage, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Come for me again."
She clamps down on me as she shatters, a cry tearing from her throat. But I don't slow down. If anything, I increase my pace, fucking her through her orgasm and pushing her toward another.
"Evan!" she wails, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Don't stop!"
"Wasn't planning on it," I grunt, continuing my relentless rhythm.
I grab her wrists, pulling them behind her back and holding them there with one hand. The position forces her chest lower and her ass higher, changing the angle of my thrusts. With my free hand, I reach around to find her clit, circling the sensitive bud in time with my movements.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she chants, her voice rising in pitch.
I can feel my own release building, as the pressure coils tight at the base of my spine. "I'm getting close," I warn. "I'm going to come inside you."
Instead of protesting, she pushes back harder against me, meeting each thrust with equal force. "Yes," she moans. "Fill me up."
Her words push me closer to the edge. I release her wrists to grip her hips with both hands, pounding into her with everything I have. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with our heavy breathing and desperate moans.
Suddenly, I feel her inner muscles clench around me in rhythmic pulses as another orgasm tears through her. The tight grip of her body is too much to resist, and I follow her over the edge with a roar, burying myself deep inside her as I begin to spill.
I try to pull out, but she reaches back, grabbing my thigh. "Stay," she gasps, clenching around me impossibly tighter.
I groan as my cock pulses inside her, filling her with hot spurts of my release. The pleasure is so intense my vision blurs at the edges, and for a moment, I forget my own name.
When the last wave passes, we collapse together onto the bed, my body covering hers. I'm careful to keep most of my weight on my forearms, not wanting to crush her beneath me. We lie there panting, sweat cooling on our skin, my cock still buried inside her.
"Holy shit," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "I think I've got it!"
"Got what?" I ask, still dazed by our intense coupling.
"The formula!" She wriggles beneath me, and I reluctantly pull out of her, rolling to the side. "If I'm right about the molecular structure in those files, combined with what I've observed in the shifters blood samples, I might have found the cure!"
I can't help but laugh, even as my ego takes a slight hit. "I must not have fucked you properly if you're still thinking about molecular structures."
She turns to face me, her smile radiant despite her disheveled appearance. "Trust me, the sex was mind-blowing. But this is huge, Evan. This could save lives."
"I know," I say, more seriously. I brush my lips against hers in a gentle kiss. "And I'm glad."
She starts to sit up, but I pull her back down, rolling on top of her again. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To the lab, obviously," she says, though she makes no real effort to escape. "I need to test my theory."
I lower my head to her neck, sucking gently at the pulse point that makes her shiver. "The lab can wait another hour," I murmur against her skin.
"An hour?" She raises an eyebrow, even as her body arches into my touch.
"Maybe two." I trail kisses down her throat to her collarbone. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Evan," she protests weakly.
I lift my head to look into her eyes. "I want to fuck you until you can't think of anything but my cock inside you," I tell her, my voice low and serious.
Her breath catches, her pupils dilating with renewed desire. "That's a tall order, Evan Blackthorn," she says, her hands sliding up my chest. "My brain is pretty active."
"Challenge accepted, Dr. Baldwin." I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, determined to make good on my promise.
When I pull back, her eyes are glazed with lust again. "What about the others?" she asks suddenly. "They'll be wondering where we are."
"Let them wonder," I growl, nipping at her bottom lip. "Right now, you're mine."
"Possessive much?" she teases, though I can feel her heart racing beneath my palm.
"When it comes to you? Absolutely." I slide my hand between her legs, finding her still wet and sensitive. "Say you're mine only."
"You don’t get to keep me, Evan, I’m not only yours."