15. Evgeny
Evgeny
I’ve never seen anything as sexy as Harper wearing my favorite hoodie, standing before me with a shy look on her face, even though if anyone has a right to be shy right now, it’s me.
This is nothing she hasn’t done before, and everything I experience with her is brand-new.
I hate the thought of another man being with her, touching her, experiencing her in ways that I haven’t. In ways that I can’t.
Jealousy has me reaching out to wrap my hand around the outside of her thigh, but it’s something else that makes me pull her closer and run my thumb along her soft skin.
Something I’m not ready to put a name to.
I hear the whisper-soft sigh she gives as my thumb trails higher.
I know she’s not wearing anything under this, and that knowledge is making it very hard to think, to remember why we shouldn’t be doing this, why it’s a horrible idea, and why the two of us can never be together.
While my brain scrambles to remember the reasons, my other hand trails up the back of her thigh, silently slipping under the hoodie that’s always been my favorite but has now reached a sacred level of perfection in my mind.
When the tips of my fingers hit the curve of her ass, I lose what small grasp on sanity I still have and groan as I pull her closer.
She offers no resistance, melting into me as she threads her fingers into my hair and sinks down onto my lap.
The shirt rides up with her, and the joggers I’m wearing make no attempt to hide how rock-hard and ready I am for her.
When my gaze drifts lower and I see her naked from the waist down, her dark curls trim and tidy, I let out another pained groan at how perfect she looks, hovering over me while both our bodies scream for more.
For some reason, the fact that she’s not bare, that she’s left this small covering that barely conceals her delicate folds from my hungry gaze, makes me even more ravenous for her.
I watch as she settles in lower until her pussy is pressed flush against the large bulge in my pants, and when she rocks her hips, everything else disappears except the feel of her small body against mine.
Palming her ass, I force her closer while my other hand cups the back of her head.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as she looks at me.
I can tell she’s barely hanging on, the same as me, and when she brushes her lips lightly against mine, I groan her name and kiss her.
Just like every time we’ve kissed, it turns ravenous fast. I can never get enough of her, and some part of me knows that will always be the case.
Even if I could have her, one time would never be enough.
I will always want more of this woman. It would take a lifetime for me to get my fill, and even then I doubt it would be enough.
Even knowing this, I deepen the kiss, brushing my tongue along hers as she grinds against me, threatening to push me over the edge with each erotic rock of her hips.
She whimpers into my mouth while her fingers tug at my hair.
Her pussy drags along the length of my cock in an intoxicating rhythm that I’m going to be forced to stop or risk coming in my pants right here and now.
When she gives one more breathy moan, hitting a spot that forces a tremor through her body, I swear I feel her pussy try to grip me through my goddamn sweats.
Knowing I’m seconds away from shoving my pants down and freeing my cock so the next time she lowers down it’ll be straight onto me, I grab her hips and stand, taking her with me as I walk over to the bed and lay her on it.
Not wasting any time, she grabs the hoodie and pulls it off so she’s lying naked on my bed.
It’s the first time I’ve ever had a woman in my bed, and I can’t help but think that it’s because all this time I’ve been waiting for her.
No one else could possibly look this sexy in it, and it takes me several long seconds before I can do anything other than stare at her.
Her body is small and petite, and I can tell she’s a little insecure about that. When I keep staring and she starts to bring a hand up to cover her chest, I reach down and grab it, tightening my fingers around her wrist hard enough for me to feel the rapid beat of her pulse.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn. “Don’t you dare try to hide a single part of your body from me.”
“You’re not saying anything,” she says. “Just staring. It’s making me self-conscious.”
“Can’t a man be speechless in the presence of a beautiful, naked woman?”
She scoffs out a laugh, but when I don’t join in, she blushes instead and starts to fidget with the blanket beneath her.
“You’re beautiful, Harper. Truly,” I say before leaning down so I can kiss her again.
She tugs on my shirt, and I lift up enough for her to pull it off.
A shiver runs down my spine when her hands start to roam, determined to feel every inch of my bare upper body.
I’m so drunk on her I can barely think, but when her hands drift lower and I feel one of her fingers start to dip beneath the waistband of my sweats, I pull back and start to kiss my way down her neck and chest. I want to taste every inch of this woman.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I run my tongue along the line of her collarbone.
She hisses out a breath when I lightly nip her skin, kissing my way lower until I hit the swell of her breast and everything else fades away.
I lick and suck every inch of her small tit before putting all my focus on the taut nipple that’s begging for my attention.
When I finally wrap my lips around her and give her a suck, she lets out a sexy gasp and digs her nails into my back.
“Holy fuck,” she whines, tightening her legs around me so hard that it lifts her butt from the bed.
I don’t let up. It’s my first time tasting a woman’s body, and I refuse to be rushed or sidetracked.
I tongue her nipple, experimenting with small bites and hard sucks, and when I cup her in my hands, squeezing them together so I can taste both nipples at once, she moans my name so loudly I feel my nuts tighten at the needy sound of her voice.
“I need you,” she pants when I let her go and start to kiss a line down her stomach.
“I’m right here,” I whisper against her skin, dipping my tongue into her navel before traveling lower.
The intoxicating scent of her pussy surrounds me when my head is between her legs, and I take a second to appreciate it before I grab her thighs and push them apart, wide enough to give me a perfect view of her.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, raking my eyes over every inch of exposed flesh.
My cock is engorged to the point of physical pain, but I don’t give a fuck.
Nothing could get me to stop right now—not reason or reminders of what’s at stake or even the image of my cousin in jail.
I will give my life to make sure my family is safe, but not right now, not this second.
This moment is mine, and I’m going to take it because I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want this.
She lifts up onto her elbows, watching me watch her as I dip my head and place a kiss that on any other body part would seem chaste, but when my lips press against the slit that’s already so wet it’s glistening, I feel a deep-rooted possession take hold of me.
It’s a dangerous feeling, one I’m not so sure I’ll be able to detach from.
Right now, I let it take hold, unable to stop it even if I wanted to.
With her eyes still locked on my every move, I slowly start to devour her.
My tongue presses against her slit, sliding in as the taste of her sears itself into my mind and memory.
I will never forget this moment. The way she looks, the feel of her body against mine, the half-lidded look she’s giving me, or the sweetness of her on my tongue—it will stay with me, haunting my every second until the day I die.
Even knowing that, I delve in for another taste, choosing the ecstasy of this moment over the lifetime of pain it’s going to bring me afterwards.
Greedy noises escape my throat, but I’m too far gone to stop them. All I can think about is getting more, getting closer to her, getting every last drop I can from her body to mine.
“Ev,” she moans, fisting my hair tight enough to hurt as she falls back onto the mattress and rocks her hips, begging me for more.
I give her what she wants, listening to her body’s signals, discovering what she likes, and then doing it until I feel her body shake beneath me as she moans my name into the room.
She comes hard. I feel her soaking my face, the sensation making me downright feral as I growl her name, demanding more from her spent body until she lets out a whimper and tries to wiggle free of the tight grip I have her in.
Undeterred, I gentle my movements, giving her sweet kisses across her tender flesh instead of the hard licks and sucks I’d just been doing. Her body calms beneath my touch as I hear her let out a shaky breath. Her fingers loosen, the movements turning languid while she plays with my hair.
I worship her pussy, cleaning and kissing her until she tugs on my shoulder and says, “Ev, come here.”