Chapter 7
I SAW STARS
NAVYA
Evan demanding that I look at him while he makes me come is kinda hot.
Not kinda…it is.
My heart’s pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.
I’ve never done this before—never even come close. But here I am, about to let Dr. Evan Vincenzo do things to me that I’ve only ever fantasized about in the dead of night, Oscar buried inside me.
“I’ll make it good for you, cara.” His voice is low and rough. Gravel rubbed against silk.
If I had any doubts about that, he quashes them when he picks me up, bridal style. Like we’re in a Bollywood movie…the new ones where the heroines weigh nothing. In the old movies, you can see the hero struggle to carry a curvy Hema Malini or Rekha.
He puts me on my couch and pushes my dress up as he holds my gaze.
“You feel uncomfortable, you say so.”
“I’m that now.”
His hands still.
“I…no man has seen me…you know…naked.” And here I am with my tits exposed, and now he’s going to see me down under.
He grins wickedly. “Embarrassed, cara, is not the same as uncomfortable. You tell me if you want me to stop.”
No way!
“Don’t stop,” I quickly say with more confidence than I feel.
I know all about oral. I’ve read books. I’ve watched porn.
I freeze all of a sudden.
I haven’t waxed down there. I have to because I’m Indian, and we have hair in places people don’t have places. But I’m about two weeks overdue and….
“I’m going to make you come now,” he announces right before he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulls them down my legs.
Cool air hits my pussy, and I gasp, my cheeks burning like I’ve been slapped.
He leans in, his breath hot against my slick folds, and I nearly collapse.
His tongue—oh God, his tongue—licks a slow, teasing stripe up my slit.
I choke out a moan, forgetting about waxing and body hair.
“Ah,” I whimper, my head falling back as he does it again, his tongue flattening against me, dragging over my clit like he’s savoring the taste.
It’s obscene, the way he’s making me feel.
He hums against me, the vibration setting off a chain reaction of sparks that shoot up my spine.
My legs quiver like Shaggy sings in Go Down Deh about “she shake all she thighs.”
I thought he was exaggerating.
Hell no!
Evan, like Shaggy, if I should take a guess, is relentless, his tongue working me over with a skill that makes me wonder how many others he’s done this to.
You don’t care how many women he’s gone down on, Navya. You’re benefitting from all that practice, so shut your brain down and enjoy.
He slips a finger inside me.
I cry out, my hips bucking involuntarily.
His finger curls, brushing against a spot that makes my vision go white.
“There, cara, right there.” His voice seems far away because I’m on such a high.
Oscar’s got nothing on Dr. Evan Vincenzo.
“You’re so tight,” he murmurs against my clit, his voice muffled against me, which is sexy. “So perfect.”
I’m not perfect—not even close—but right now, with his tongue circling my clit and his fingers pumping in and out of me, I feel like a devi*.
My body’s on fire, every nerve ending is screaming for release.
I’m close.
So close.
“Please,” I beg, ragged, desperate. “Please, Evan—”
“I know, cara. I’m going to take care of you. I promise.”
His mouth closes over my clit, sucking hard, and his finger presses deeper, faster.
He bites gently, and I come undone.
My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, tearing a scream from my throat that I’m sure the neighbors can hear.
Evan doesn’t stop.
He keeps going, his tongue lapping at me, his fingers still working me through the aftershocks.
I tremble, my body twitching and jerking like I’ve been electrocuted, but he doesn’t let up until I’m spent, my thighs pressing together to stop the onslaught.
Finally, he pulls back, looking up at me with a smirk that’s equal parts arrogant and satisfied. “How was that for your first manmade orgasm?”
I can’t answer. I’m trying to catch my breath, my body still humming with pleasure.
But one thing is certain—Evan has ruined me for another man, and we didn’t even—as the kids would say—go all the way.
* Goddess (Hindi)