10. Evan #2
We strip. Or suits are peeled off and tossed into the corner.
I guide her under the water and pin her against the tile. She kisses me, and my hands are everywhere—her waist, her breasts, the curve of her hip, and between her legs.
She’s breathing hard, and she’s pressing her pussy against my hand, trying desperately to get more friction.
I drop to my knees, and her fingers tangle in my hair immediately. I spread her thighs, and she cries out when my tongue moves between her folds, bracing one hand against the wall.
I apply pressure with my tongue—slow circles at first, then faster. And then I add fingers—one finger, then two.
Water continues to stream over us, hot and relentless.
Her legs are shaking. “Evan, fuck. Evan, I’m about to come.”
I don’t let up, and I don’t change my rhythm. She releases against my mouth, and my name breaks in her throat as her center clenches around my fingers.
I stand and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist automatically, and I carry her out of the shower. We’re both dripping wet.
The bed dips when I lie her down. She bounces slightly, laughing, reaching for me. I follow her down and grab a condom from the nightstand.
It only takes seconds for me to tear it open with my teeth, roll it on, and position myself between her legs.
I push inside. She’s tight and wet and perfect.
“Evan.” Her hands grip my ass, urging me to move faster, harder.
“Easy, Wifey.” I pull back, push in deeper. “We’ve got all night.”
I start moving. Fast. Hard enough that the bed frame hits the wall. She pumps her hips, meeting every one of my thrusts.
“Too much, Wifey?”
Her nails rake down my back. “Not enough.”
“Greedy.” I lean down and bite her bottom lip gently before kissing her deeply. “I like it.”
She’s laughing breathlessly between moans, and that sound does something to me. Hearing her enjoy this, enjoy me, makes everything better.
I pull out, and she makes this frustrated noise that I love.
“Patience.” I flip her onto her stomach and grab her hips, pulling her up until she’s on her knees with her ass in the air, face pressed into the pillow.
“Oh my god.” Her voice is muffled.
I run my hands over her ass, squeezing. “You’re so fucking good like this.”
Then I push back inside. The angle is different. Deeper. She cries out, and I have to pause because the way she feels around me is almost too much.
“You okay?” I lean over her back and press a kiss between her shoulder blades.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
I laugh. “Your wish is my command.”
I start moving again, slower this time, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, watching where we’re joined. Watching her take me.
“Evan, faster.”
I pick up the pace and grip her hips tighter. “Like this?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
I reach around, find her clit, and she jerks forward at the contact.
“Sensitive?” I circle it gently while I keep thrusting.
“In a good way.” She’s shaking. I feel it in her thighs, in how tight she’s gripping the sheets.
I lean down and whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.”
I pull out again, ignoring her protest. I flip her onto her back, spread her legs, and push back inside in one smooth motion. Her head falls back, her eyes half shut.
“I want to see your face when you come.” I hook her legs over my shoulders, and the angle makes her gasp. “There we go.”
I can go deeper like this and hit spots that make her eyes go wide. I kiss her ankle, her calf, anywhere I can reach.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her.
Her hand slides between us immediately and finds her clit.
“That’s it.” I watch her fingers move. “Show me how you like it.”
She’s close. I can tell by her breathing, by how tight she’s getting around me.
But I’m close too, and I’m not going to last much longer.
I pull her legs down, hook them around my waist instead, and lean down so we’re chest to chest. I kiss her, and it’s messy and desperate.
Her hand’s still working between us. I feel her knuckles brush my stomach every time I thrust.
“I’m—” She breaks off into a moan.
“Let me feel it.” I keep the rhythm steady. “Come for me, Wifey.”
She does. Her whole body tenses beneath me. She cries out my name, and the walls of her center clench around me in waves.
“Fuck!” I bury my face in her neck, thrust twice more, and follow her over.
It’s intense. Everything narrows down to where we’re connected and the way she’s still pulsing around me.
I collapse on top of her, both of us shaking, gasping for air.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I laugh against her neck. “Yeah.”
We lie there for a minute. Maybe five. I don’t know. Time feels strange.
Eventually, I pull out, deal with the condom, and come back to bed.
She’s sprawled across the mattress, hair everywhere, skin flushed, looking thoroughly fucked.
“You’re staring.” She’s smiling.
“I can’t help it.” I lie down next to her and pull her against me. “You’re beautiful.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling. “You’re obligated to say that. Post-orgasm rules.”
“Post-orgasm rules?” I grin. “That’s a thing?”
“Definitely.” She runs her finger down my chest, circling my belly button. “You have to say nice things. It’s a rule. Maybe even a law.”
“Well, in that case.” I tip her chin up so she’s looking at me. “You’re beautiful. And that was incredible. And I really like having you in my bed.”
Her smile softens. “I really like being here.”
We’re quiet for a while. Her breathing evens out. And that’s when it hits me.
This was fun, amazing, everything I wanted. But I want more.
I don’t want fun hookups where we laugh afterward and go our separate ways. I want this—her in my bed. Her choosing to stay. I want her exactly like she is right now, soft and open and real.
Not because I make things easy. Because I matter to her.
“Tania.”
“Mm?” She’s half-asleep already.
“I don’t want this to be fake anymore.”
But she doesn’t hear me. She’s already asleep.