RECOVERY DAY #2
I reach across the table and take her soft hand in mine. She looks up at me, eyes wide. If you don’t want to tell me something, just say so. But don’t lie.
She strokes my hand with her thumb. I want to tell you. Really. But you know that old joke, if I tell you, I’ll have to kill you? That’s kind of my life.
Now that’s intriguing. But before I can ask anything else, our meals arrive. The waitress slides a burger platter in front of me and a small burger and a giant milkshake in front of Evie, then puts a condiments caddy between us. Anything else you need? she asks.
Not for me. This looks amazing. Thank you, enthuses Evie.
The waitress smiles. No problem, honey.
Evie sips her chocolate shake through an oversized straw, her lips puckered and her cheeks hollowed, and my mind goes immediately to something sexual.
What is it about Evie, so fresh and innocent, that excites me?
Maybe it’s her enthusiasm for life. She craves new experiences of all kinds—including sex if last night is any indication.
It’s a total contrast to my jaded outlook.
Halfway through eating, she stops and looks around. How did you know that this is exactly the kind of place I’ve always wanted to go to? It’s straight out of a fifties movie.
I’m good at reading people. It’s a trait that makes me a good captain, knowing what makes my teammates tick. Evie is more of a challenge.
She rests her chin in her hands. I wish I could figure you out too.
Oh, I didn’t say I had you figured out yet. But an old-fashioned place seems to suit you. She seems like someone out of time.
We finish our late lunch and head out.
Are you taking me home? she asks as we near St. Viola.
Whatever you like, I reply with zero inflection.
I’d like to go to your place, she replies, but avoids meeting my eyes.
I’d like that too, I admit.
The charged silence in the car continues for a couple of minutes. I reach out and rub her thigh, and she lets out a gasp of breath.
There’s no rush, Evie. We can spend time getting to know each other. Maybe you wanted this last night, but it’s okay to change your mind.
She finally turns to face me. In bed last night, I kept thinking how good it felt to kiss you and touch you. I want all that…and more. But I have no idea how to show you what I want.
Anticipation surges inside me because we both want the same thing: sex now. Talking is good. Or show me by your reactions. Just be open. Shameless. Because there’s nothing you want that I won’t enjoy doing to you.
I want you to be in charge. Her pretty mouth is set in a determined line. Remember, you have my permission for…anything.
We’re already at my house, so I park. I stroke Evie’s cheek and trace her soft lips with my thumb. Her pretty eyes widen.
I can see that acting submissive turns you on, and I’m all for that. But this only works if we communicate, which means you can change your mind at any time. Even in the middle of whatever we’re doing. I swallow.
Finally she smiles. You must have superhuman control then.
I grin back. Come upstairs and find out.
We rush up the two flights of stairs without meeting any of my roommates. Not that I care, but I don’t want Evie to feel uncomfortable. She’s an odd mix of brazen and shy, and I want her to relax.
Once I shut my bedroom door, desire slams me. It feels like I’ve been waiting years for this. Evie sheds her coat, and undoes the first button of her ruffled shirt.
I want to undress you myself, I declare, and she jerks her hand away.
I pull her into me, tilt her head back and kiss her.
Fuck, she tastes so sweet that I tongue her deeply.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her soft body pressing into mine.
While I’ve never particularly cared about virginity, it’s almost unfair that I’m the only man who has tasted Evie’s luscious mouth. And soon I’ll get to taste more of her.
I break off our kiss. Evie’s eyes fly open and I smile at her in reassurance. Time to get you undressed.
I guide us over to my large full-length mirror and position her in front of me. Evie’s body feels tensed, so I kiss her temple and whisper, I can’t wait to see you naked.
She inhales sharply and leans back against me.
I begin to undo the many buttons on her satin top.
Usually, I’m against clothes that are difficult to remove, but in this case it prolongs the anticipation for both of us.
Evie’s pale skin is revealed inch by inch and when I reach the final button, I pull it off and see her narrow waist, her rounded tummy and her deep navel.
I caress her sides and she trembles under my touch. Now she’s wearing only her jeans and a wispy pink lace bra. I unzip her jeans.
Take them off, I order.
She bends to remove her jeans and socks, tossing them onto the chair where I’ve discarded her top. When she returns to stand in front of me, her eyes widen as she sees herself exposed in only a tiny bra and matching lace panties. Her hands fly up instinctively to cover herself.
No, no. I grasp her wrists and raise them. I wrap her hands around the back of my neck. Now her body is arced and exposed, her breasts thrusting forward and my hard cock jutting into her soft ass.
Stay like this, I command.
Evie nods, her eyes liquid with heat. She loves being told what to do, and that kink perfectly matches my own.
See how beautiful you are, I say. My hands trace her shoulders and the line of her collarbone. Then I undo her bra and pull it up and off. Her breasts are perfect mounds with plump pink nipples.
Oh, so lovely, I murmur. I take one in each hand, squeezing gently, then running my thumbs in circles around her nipples. They immediately pucker. Look how responsive your nipples are. They’re going to be so much fun to play with.
I gently pinch each nipple, rolling the hardening nubs between my forefingers and thumbs. Evie gasps and arches her back even more. She’s unconsciously grinding her ass into my cock, but I have no complaints.
Oh, Viktor, she pants.
Do you like this? I lift her breasts, admiring how pointy and flushed her nipples are already.
Oh god, yes. Your hands feel so good on me, she breathes.
I’m torn between sucking those stiff nipples and seeing Evie naked, but undressing her fully wins.
I release her hands from my neck and crouch down so I can glide the lacy covering off her hips.
Her ass is magnificent and I squeeze and kiss each firm cheek.
Then I stand and look at Evie’s fully naked body.
I can tell by her slumping posture that she’s feeling shy again.
Your body is incredible. It’s a fucking crime that you ever wear clothes. I run my hands over her hips.
Evie relaxes and giggles. Well, you know, public decency and all that.
Yeah, I guess you’re right. And I like being the only one who gets to see you naked. Once again, I’m struck by the unfamiliar possessiveness I feel with her. But I shake off the feeling. Spread your legs.
She does and I get my first glimpse of her plump pussy lips. She’s just as pretty here as everywhere else. I cup her sex and Evie watches me, transfixed.
Baby, you’re so wet. You really want this, don’t you? I tease, wondering what turns her on most, the foreplay, watching us in the mirror, or both?
I want… Evie begins, and I wonder what she’s going to ask for. More nipple play or maybe oral sex? I want you to take your clothes off.
I chuckle. She’s unpredictable as always.
I move her onto my bed. As I undo my belt, I watch her consider wrapping a sheet around herself, then decide—-to my delight—to stay boldly naked.
Not only can I not stop watching my sexy Evie, but I want her to be as open and shameless as me when it comes to sex.
I pull off my sweater and then my T-shirt and lay them on the chair.
Oh, Evie exclaims. Your body is so beautiful.
I chuckle, but my laughter stops as she crawls closer. My cock has been hard ever since the bedroom door closed, but seeing Evie on hands and knees with her rounded ass in the air makes me want to fuck her with a painful urgency. I shuck off the rest of my clothes and join her on the bed.
But instead of us getting right down to it, Evie insists on exploring my body. She runs her hands over my shoulders and chest. She kisses my nipples, then asks permission to suck on them.
Yeah, sure, I grunt, tempted to grant her blanket permission like she did for me. But I can’t deny how hot it is to watch her work her way down my body, her dark hair brushing my skin and her pink tongue licking everywhere. My erection is so hard that it’s almost hitting my stomach.
These muscles, she murmurs as she strokes my pecs. You must work out so hard. When she finally puts her lips on my nipple and sucks, the sensation is exquisite.
Evie, I groan. I need to fuck you. Like now.
Let me just touch you first, she pleads. She kisses her way down my abs, and I close my eyes to concentrate on all the sensations. Then I feel her caress my cock with a tentative hand. Her delicate touch is torture.
More pressure, I plead.
It’s so soft, she coos.
Seriously? It’s the hardest my cock has ever been. But part of me likes this, the penance of waiting for what I really want: to be balls deep inside Evie.
Guys do not like their cocks described as soft, I say.
She smiles up at me. I meant your skin. But I’ll apologize properly. Her eyes still fixed on mine, she plants moist kisses along the shaft. Then she reaches out to touch my balls.
Yeah. Cup them, I urge. And she increases the pressure until I moan with pleasure.
Can I suck you? she asks.