8. Eva #2
I run my fingertips over her folds, testing the slickness, and she lets out a ragged sound. “Oh, yes. Yes, you are soaking wet,” I murmur, letting the backs of my fingers brush her clit. “So ready for me.” I push two fingers inside her, curling them. “You feel amazing.”
She rocks her hips, pushing my fingers deeper. “More. Please.”
I lean down and suck her clit into my mouth. Her whole body jerks, her muscles tensing. She’s already on the edge, but I want to make this sweet and tender, despite the desperation I’m feeling. So I work her more gently with my mouth, flicking my tongue against her clit and sucking on her.
Her back arches, her hips thrusting up to meet my mouth. Beneath the sensual thrill that runs through me, there’s a deep sense of satisfaction as well. It’s working. She’s focused in the moment, focused on pleasure, and I am the one who gets to give it to her.
Her body is so responsive, so sensitive. I press the flat of my tongue against her, and she writhes. When I suck her clit, her thighs clamp around my head, and when I push a third finger into her, her hands clutch the sheets so tightly I wonder if she’ll tear them.
She’s gorgeous like this, a flush rising in her cheeks and her whole body straining towards me. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I curl them, pressing against her most sensitive places, deep inside. She gasps, her legs shaking, and then her whole body stiffens.
I don’t let up, don’t slow down. I keep licking her, sucking her, fucking her. Her orgasm crests, breaks, and she cries out.
I ride it out with her, keeping her in the moment, giving her a wave of pleasure to replace the memory of the pain. And as the waves pass, I slowly draw back, bringing her down gently.
She reaches down for me, and I slide up next to her, assuming she’s spent. But her breath never slows down. She pulls my face to hers, kissing me, tasting herself.
“We’re not done,” she says. “Not by a long shot.”
“Come on, now,” I say, smiling, “you really do need some rest.”
But Robin stubbornly shakes her head. “You want me to sleep? Then you better tire me out, Novak.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
“It sure is.”
“Oh, little bird,” I say, my voice dropping low, “you should know better.” I press her back on the bed and cover her with my body.
My knee nudges her legs apart, and she opens for me easily.
I can feel the wet heat of her cunt against my thigh, and I toy with her nipple.
“Challenge accepted,” I tell her, and then I kiss her, hard and deep.
I know every inch of her now. Where to stroke and pinch, where to bite and suck. I use my mouth and my fingers and all the tricks I’ve learned to play her like an instrument, coaxing a symphony of moans and cries and curses from her lips.
“That’s right, you sweet little thing,” I murmur, rolling her clit between my fingers. “Tell me how good it feels.”
She groans, clutching on to me. I keep going, driving her higher and higher until her whole body is trembling. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I can feel her orgasm building, feel the tension gathering in her muscles.
And then?—
“Not yet,” I tell her. “You said yourself it was my turn.”
Her mouth is still on mine, hungry, insistent, when I feel her shift beneath me. Robin hooks her thigh between mine and drags me down against her. The sudden press of her slick heat against me makes my whole body jolt.
“Ride me,” she whispers, her voice raw. “I want to feel you lose control.”
My breath stutters. She wants this. She wants me. And she doesn’t let me hesitate—her hands slide down my back, pressing me tighter to her, making our soaked flesh glide together.
The friction is immediate and devastating. I can feel the pulse of her clit against mine, every tiny shift sparking through me like fire. My hips betray me, grinding down before I can think better of it, and Robin gasps into my mouth.
“That’s it,” she urges, breathless. “Don’t hold back.”
I bury my face in her throat, inhaling her shampoo, the hotel soap, the sharp and alive scent of her.
Need rips through me, sharp as glass. I clutch her shoulders as I do what she’s asking me to do, and ride her, desperate, moving faster, harder, chasing the kind of release I’ve only ever experienced with her.
She meets me thrust for thrust, her body trembling, still sensitive but greedy, like she can’t get enough. The slick slide of us together is nothing less than perfect, and every time her diamond-hard clit bumps mine, I feel myself unraveling.
“You’re so beautiful,” Robin gasps, one arm wrapped around my neck, the other clamped around my hip to hold me right where she wants me. “Come for me, Eva. Please. Let go.”
Her plea is my undoing. I let out a choking gasp as my body bows and spasms, thrusting on helplessly as wave after wave crashes through me. And she’s right there with me, her nails digging into my hip, her cunt pressing up into mine, her soft cry in my ears.
It seems like it goes on forever, the two of us locked together in perfect, endless pleasure.
When I finally collapse, panting, she’s smiling up at me with fierce satisfaction. “See?” she whispers, brushing damp hair off my face. “That wasn’t tainted. That was us .”
I kiss her once more, a long, lingering kiss, and then slide off her to let her breathe. She rolls into me, burying her face in the curve of my shoulder, and I hold her, stroking her hair. It’s over , I want to tell her. You’re safe now. You always will be .
But outside, Leon’s voice carries from the hallway as he coordinates with security, and I’m reminded that the danger hasn’t passed. That loving Robin means painting a target on her back that will never fully disappear.
That there is someone in my own house working against me.
So here and now, with Robin warm and alive in my arms, I make a silent vow: No one will ever touch her again. Whatever it costs me, whatever I have to do, whatever I have to become—I will keep her safe.
Even if it destroys me in the process.