Chapter Twenty
SHE WAS WOUND tight. And I knew exactly how to handle that.
I shifted forward, backing her up without breaking the kiss, slow but deliberate, giving her time to stop me if she wanted to—she didn’t.
Her back hit the wall, soft but solid, and my hand slid from her jaw to her neck, not squeezing, just holding, keeping her there as I pulled back just enough to look at her, my breathing not much steadier than hers now.
“Still fine?” I asked, quieter, rougher this time.
Her answer didn’t come right away. Didn’t need to. I could see it. Feel it. My thumb shifted slightly against her skin, slow, deliberate, not soft but not rough either, just enough to pull her attention back to me when I felt it drifting.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes lifted, just a second late, like she had to fight through whatever was still in her head to get there, and the second they locked on mine, I felt it—that shift, that focus snapping back into place where it should’ve been from the start.
On me.
That’s what I wanted.
That’s what she needed.
“Good,” I said, lower now, my hand sliding just slightly along her neck, not letting her drop her gaze, not letting her drift back into whatever had her shaking in the first place.
I leaned in again, slower this time, giving her a second to stop it if she wanted to… she didn’t.
So I closed the distance, my mouth finding hers again, but this time it wasn’t about the hit of it, wasn’t about the rush, it was controlled, deliberate, every movement measured, like I was setting the pace and making damn sure she stayed with me in it.
Her hands tightened in my shirt again, and I took that as exactly what it was, permission, need, something she wasn’t saying out loud but wasn’t hiding either.
My hand dropped from her neck back to her waist, firmer now, holding her close when I felt her shift, keeping her right where she was instead of letting her slip away into her head again.
“Stay with me,” I murmured against her mouth, low enough it barely carried, but it landed, I felt it in the way her grip tightened, the way her body pressed in just a little more instead of pulling back.
That was better.
That was right.
I pulled back just enough to look at her again, my forehead almost brushing hers, my hand still locked at her waist like I hadn’t even considered letting go.
“You’re safe,” I said, calm, certain, not giving her room to question it. “In here. With me.”
Her breath hitched slightly, and I caught it, watched it, waited just long enough to make sure it settled instead of spiraling.
Then I moved again.
Not fast.
Not rushed.
Just enough pressure at her waist to turn her, guide her off the wall and back into the room, my hand never leaving her as I walked her with me, controlled but not forceful, I’d already decided how this was going to go and she didn’t need to think about it anymore.
“C’mon,” I said, quieter now, but just as firm.
No question in it. No room for one either.
She went with me without resistance, and I didn’t miss that, didn’t miss the way she stayed close, like stepping away wasn’t even an option she was considering anymore.
I kept her close as we moved, one hand heavy at her waist, the other brushing briefly along her arm before settling again, grounding, keeping her present, keeping her right where I needed her, out of her head, out of whatever had her shaken, and right here instead.
The bedroom was warm, the air thick with the scent of her vanilla perfume mingling with anticipation. We'd been dancing around this moment for weeks and now, in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Evie stood in front of me, her full lips parted slightly, eyes wide with that mix of nerves and want.
I could see her chest rising and falling quicker, her body trembling just a bit. My cock was already hard, straining against my jeans as I stepped closer, my hands itching to feel every inch of her soft skin. I reached for the her, my fingers brushing the smooth warmth of her thighs.
“Gatsby,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
Slowly, I lifted her nightgown, peeling it up over her hips, revealing the lacy edge of her panties.
Her skin was like silk under my palms, and I felt her shiver as the fabric slid higher, exposing her flat stomach, the curve of her breasts.
I pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the floor, and there she was, barely covered, her body a vision of soft curves that made my pulse thunder.
Her hands came up to cover herself instinctively, but I caught her wrists gently, pulling them down. “You're beautiful, Evie.”
She bit her lip, nodding, her cheeks flushing pink. I reached for her breasts, her nipples already hardening in the cool air. They were perfect, pink and begging for my touch. I hooked my thumbs into her panties next, sliding them down her legs, exposing all of her and it made my mouth water.
Naked now, she trembled beneath my hands as I traced her sides, feeling the goosebumps rise.
“I've wanted this since I first laid eyes on you,” I murmured, pulling her against me. Her soft breasts pressed into my chest, and I could feel her heart racing. I stripped off my cut, shirt, and then my jeans, my cock springing free, thick and throbbing for her.
Evie's eyes dropped to it, widening, and she swallowed hard. “It's... been a while for me,” she breathed, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
Our lips crashed together then, hungry and fierce, like we'd both been starving for this.
I cupped her face, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, my tongue slipping past her full lips to explore her mouth.
She tasted sweet, like mint and need, and she moaned softly into me, her tongue tangling with mine.
My hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass, pulling her closer so my cock pressed against her belly.
The kiss built that fire, our breaths mingling hot and fast, her body melting into mine as the hunger grew.
I backed her toward the bed, our mouths never breaking apart, tongues tangling in a wet, urgent pace.
She gasped when her legs hit the mattress, and I lowered her down gently, following until I hovered over her.
“Tell me you want this,” I said, my lips brushing her ear, voice dominant but laced with care.
“How could you even doubt it?” she replied, her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to spur me on.
I kissed down her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point, feeling it flutter.
My mouth found her breast, tongue circling her nipple before I sucked it hard, drawing a sharp cry from her.
She arched up, her pussy brushing my thigh, leaving a slick trail that made me groan.
I lavished attention on both breasts, biting gently, then soothing with licks, her moans filling the room like music.
Positioning myself between her legs, I felt the heat radiating from her core.
My fingers parted her folds, finding her soaked and ready, her clit swollen under my thumb.
“You like that,” I growled, circling it slowly.
Evie bucked, whimpering, “Gatsby... don't tease.”
But I did, just a little, sliding one finger into her tight heat, then two, pumping steadily as she clenched around me. I couldn't wait anymore. I lined up my cock at her entrance, the head nudging her slick lips.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly, and her eyes locked on mine, full of trust and craving. Slowly, I pushed inside, savoring every inch of her stretched around me. Fuck, she was perfect, hot and gripping like a vice, pulling me deeper.
“Oh god,” she gasped, her walls fluttering.
I sank all the way in, bottoming out, our hips flush, and held still for a moment, feeling her adjust, the sensation overwhelming.
Then we moved, hard and fast, my hips snapping against hers.
I thrust deep, pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back in, her pussy clenching with each stroke.
Evie's moans grew louder, pushing me crazier, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass.
The bed creaked under us, skin slapping skin, sweat slicking our bodies.
I gripped her hips, angling to hit that spot inside her, watching her face contort in pleasure, breasts bouncing with every pound.
She was wild now, shyness burned away, her hands clawing my back as she met my thrusts.
“Fuck, Evie, you feel incredible,” I grunted, losing myself in the rhythm, the raw connection of our first time.
Her pussy squeezed me tighter, signaling she was close, and I drove deeper, faster, chasing that edge together.
I held her close then, our bodies locked, sweat-slick and trembling.
My arms wrapped around her, pulling her into my chest as I fucked her with everything I had, wild and raw.
Her breaths came in pants against my neck, moans turning to cries, and I felt her shatter around me, pulsing hot and tight. But I wasn't done, thrusting through her orgasm, building toward my own, the night stretching out with endless promise.