20. Evan
20
EVAN
T here were worse ways to start the day than this. In the shower, enveloped by steam, having my dick slowly and eagerly sucked by the woman I loved. Her soft moans blended with my grunts and groans like a symphony only the two of us could write.
I opened my eyes and looked down to watch. Her already dark hair was nearly black, thanks to the water beating down on us. She took me in slow, sensual strokes, hands sliding up and down my chest and abs while her tongue worked magic.
“That’s right,” I groaned out when she sucked on my swollen head. “It’s so good. You are so good at that.”
It was like the praise only made her want to work harder. I closed my eyes again, my knees going weak once she started sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks. Her head bobbed faster, and she moaned again, leaving me hanging on the edge between tension and release.
Which was why, as much as I hated it, I had to pull her away before I came. “You are incredible,” I told her, brushing wet hair away from her face before kissing her deeply.
Until she pulled back, anyway, with her eyes twinkling. “How incredible?” The little tease. She loved it, but then so did I. It drove me crazy her taking her tits in her hands and squeezing them while I watched, transfixed.
There was nothing in the world hotter than the sight of her with water running down her skin and her hair trailing over her chest and shoulders.
“Touch yourself for me.” I took my dick in hand, slowly fucking my fist while she backed up far enough for the shower spray to cover her. “Use the showerhead,” I suggested, grinning when her eyes widened.
“Are you saying you want me to make myself come for you?” she asked in a seductive voice, reaching up to free the detachable head.
“Fuck, yes.”
“It probably won’t take long.” She trained the water against her pussy, closing her eyes. “You know how hot it gets me, having your cock in my mouth.”
“My cock loves your mouth.” It loved her pussy more, but at that moment, a stream of water massaged her clit. Her eyes closed, her mouth falling open for a long, low moan to fill the air.
“Mmm… that’s good…” She sighed, spreading her lips open with one hand, applying the stream directly to her bundle of nerves. I almost forgot to breathe when her head fell back, her tits heaving when her breathing turned sharper in a panting rhythm.
“Get yourself good and hot for me.” My fist moved faster, the tingling in my balls intensifying the harder she breathed. “Make sure your pussy is ready for my cock.”
“Almost… there…” She whined, straining, the showerhead almo st touching her skin when she held it close. “I’m… Evan!”
It was so satisfying to watch her shatter. Her skin flushed, her gorgeous face contorting in complete ecstasy. I couldn’t wait any longer. I was getting close as it was and wanted to save every drop for her.
With the showerhead back in place, I turned her to face the tiled wall. She was still moaning and trembling by the time I lined up with her dripping entrance and drove myself deep. Her back arched, hips lifting and letting me sink deeper than before. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered, savoring the sensation of the still-spasming muscles massaging me from tip to base.
“Mmm… you feel so good inside me…” She turned her head, hitting me with a look that turned my blood to fire, racing through my veins.
“How does this feel?” I took her harder, faster until our bodies slapped together and sent water flying. Her cries echoed in the steam-filled stall, almost deafening me, but I wouldn’t have asked her to quiet down for anything. Instead, I slapped her ass hard enough to make her squeal and push back against me, riding me the way I rode her.
Looking down, I watched myself disappear inside her with every stroke. She fit me like a glove, tighter all the time. “You fuck me so good.” She moaned, looking back at me over her shoulder again. “You fill me completely.”
In response, I took her by the throat and held her head still so our mouths could meet. There was nothing like this. Controlling her pleasure while mine built, feeling her body’s response, knowing only I could take her to this place. Only I ever would.
She was close again, every breath a whimper stifled by my kiss. So tight. So perfect. By the time she clamped down around me, I was seconds away from losing control, so there was no holding on once she began to milk me, writhing and whimpering while a million muscles massaged my shaft.
I followed her, letting the rush overtake me, the tingle at the base of my spine exploding and rippling through my limbs. Complete release. It had only ever been this intense and all-consuming with her.
Once she caught her breath, Valentina pushed away from the wall with a soft laugh. “So much for a quick shower together.”
“It always turns out that way, doesn’t it?” Not that either of us was complaining. Lazy Sunday mornings were something I had grown to love over the past three months of being together, living in my apartment. Sundays used to be devoted to sleeping off the damage I’d done on Saturday night.
Now, the time I spent in bed was spent with her. Drinking coffee, eating breakfast, catching up on the news or whatever show she had roped me into watching with her. We were learning together how to slow down. Not every moment of every day had to be spent at work.
We also enjoyed lazy brunches with her family and our friends. The first time we showed up holding hands, their jaws hit the floor. Colton and Noah couldn’t believe it while the girls squealed like we were a shiny new toy. All except Aria. She was cautious and rightly so. But now she saw how far I’d go to realign the stars for her sister and had come around.
We washed up quickly, turning off the shower and stepping out of the stall. I draped a fluffy robe over her shoulders while she toweled her hair, watching her reflection in the mirror. There was no way I could have expected the sort of satisfaction that warmed my chest in simple moments like this when our eyes met, and she smiled.
“How about going out for something to eat?” I rubbed a towel over my hair before wrapping it around my waist and heading back to the bedroom.
It wasn’t until I reached the bed that I noticed she lingered in the doorway. “What’s up? Not in the mood for overpriced brunch?” I joked. “You don’t like watered-down mimosas all of a sudden?”
The briefest smile touched her lips. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” She toyed with the robe’s belt, cinched tight around her waist. “There’s something I have to tell you.”
“Why don’t I like the way this is going?” I asked, suspicious. “What is it?”
She took a deep breath and gulped hard before the words tumbled out. “I’m pregnant.”
Everything stopped. My heart, my breathing, the world. Pregnant. The past and the present overlapped in the most uncanny way. This time, we were different people.
Something in my face must have freaked the hell out of her since the color drained from her cheeks. “Say something,” she whispered, wincing.
It was her wide eyes that snapped me back into reality after getting the surprise of my life. “You are?” I crossed the room again, taking her face in my hands, searching for confirmation. “You’re sure?”
“I went to the doctor this time to be extra sure,” she told me, covering my hands with hers. “Is that okay? I mean, are you happy?”
“No, I’m not happy. I’m elated!” She barely had the time to take a breath before I threw my arms around her, lifting her off her feet and turning her in a circle. “A baby! Our baby!” It was the greatest gift she could give me. It was everything. A real, true second chance.
“Thank God.” She was laughing and crying as her arms wrapped around my neck. “I was so worried you wouldn’t be happy.”
“Let me tell you something.” I set her on her feet, serious now, looking her straight in the eye so she’d know I meant it. “Here’s something I want you to know, now and always. I love you. I want you forever. And I want a family. I want to fill a house with our kids someday.”
“Hang on!” She shook her head firmly, laughing through her tears. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One thing at a time.”
But that was the thing. We had forever. There was nothing in front of us but the rest of our lives, and I planned on spending mine building the sort of future I’d never imagined.
Until now. Until her.
“I love you. God, I fucking love you.” It was all I knew as I kissed her again and again, pulling her across the room with me until we ended up back in bed. Her helpless laugh filled the room as I pressed her back against the mattress, devouring her neck, feasting on her sweet skin.
“We just showered,” she reminded me as I tugged her robe’s belt while she ran her fingers through my wet hair.
“We can shower again,” I reminded her while peeling the robe back like I was unwrapping the ultimate gift that was her. A gift to me.
Now, she was working on another gift. This time, I wouldn’t take it for granted. Not for a single minute.