CHAPTER 37
Phoebe
It’s the only word that manages to break through the wonder that floods my overwhelmed brain.
Oh.
Oh!
Ohhhh.
I get it now.
This is how it’s supposed to feel.
My hands grip his shoulders. I’m getting tossed in the dark violet storm of Evander’s eyes. He looms over me, entering me over and over again. So big. So hard. All of him. Everywhere.
He’s inside me. This is it. This is what I’ve always wanted, even if I didn’t have a name for it. Not until right this instant did I understand.
I’m getting everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m getting who I’ve always wanted.
Evander is my teacher. He’s my lover. A soft sheen covers the cut muscles of his arms, shoulders, and chest. His jaw is tight and the tendons in his neck flex.
In his expression I once more see that flash—surprise and confusion. And then again, in an instant, it’s gone.
With my legs crooked over his forearms, Evander lowers himself closer and sets his mouth on mine. It’s a sweet kiss, soft and tentative. This gentle touch of his lips is in sharp contrast to the unrelenting rhythm of his cock.
His kiss deepens. The heat of his mouth on mine spreads through my whole body like sexual lava, pooling low and tight in my belly.
In.
Out.
I reach up to hold as much of him as I can, my hands gripping the rock-hard swells of his upper back.
When I do that, I hear a soft moan rise from his chest. It flows out into our kiss, like an exhale of relief. Like something in Evander’s spirit has just yielded. He raises his head and stares down at me.
His eyes are black with single-minded desire. He observes my face as he moves in deeper and out again. Inside almost all the way. Slipping out so that just the head of his huge cock keeps me open.
“Am I hurting you?”
I shake my head, my hands sliding up and down his arms.
“Stitches okay?”
“What stitches?”
“I’m counting on you to tell me if I need to stop.”
“I will.”
He smiles down at me and deposits another gentle kiss on my mouth. When he pushes away again, he’s still smiling. “I want you on your hands and knees for me.”
I don’t have a second to answer or prepare. Evander withdraws his cock, wraps his arm under my back, and flips me over like I weigh nothing.
The breath is knocked from me.
I’ve never had a man with this combination of physical agility and power. The men in my life have been perfectly nice people, each wonderful in their own way.
But they weren’t this.
They weren’t Evander.
As soon as my hands and knees make contact with the blanket, I realize this wasn’t really his plan for me at all. I feel the flat of his huge hand between my shoulder blades, coaxing me down farther still. When my elbows are on the floor, I turn so that one cheek rests on my crossed arms.
“Yes. Just like that,” he says, behind me. His voice sounds far away and husky.
The hot flesh of his palm swoops up from the back of my neck to my mid-back, then onto my lower back. I feel him cup my ass in both his hands, careful not to touch the bandage.
I smile to myself, thinking how sweet it is that he’s aware—
I gasp. One of his fingers slides into me. Maybe it’s two.
I can’t tell. It doesn’t matter. Because my back has just arched instinctively. I didn’t give my body permission to react that way. I don’t have any control over my own body.
I’m not in charge.
I fucking love it.
I’m offering myself to him. And I begin to move against him, in time with the tempo of his fingers.
I hear myself panting.
“That’s it, baby,” he says. “You’re soaking wet. You’re going to come all over me again, aren’t you?”
I’m going under.
His free hand drops to the floor by my side. He hovers close over my back, his scent and body heat enveloping me. He leaves a series of little kisses along the side of my neck and shoulders, as his fingers continue to work their magic.
My breath is coming fast and shallow. I’m pushing back on his hand, grinding myself on him, and I hear his soft chuckle along the side of my face.
“You like this, don’t you, sweet Phoebe?”
There’s no time to answer because just then, his teeth nip at the flesh on the back of my neck, and at the same time, he’s somehow adjusted his hand. Fingers remain inside me but now there’s another rolling over my clit.
I let out a groan that sounds way too animalistic to be coming from me.
This is the new Phoebe, I guess. The one who’s learning how to let go. The one who’s about to crash into the abyss.
“I need to fuck you again,” he whispers in my ear, and he’s gone. I feel and hear him position himself behind me. I wait for him to show me what he wants.
Instead of widening my thighs, I feel him press my knees tight together, then a hand pushes my shoulders even closer to the floor. And that’s when I feel his mouth back on me—tongue. Lips. Licking. Sucking. Flicking.
I’m already about to crumble into pieces when his big cock takes me again. His hands go to my hips. I fly off into orbit with the first few thrusts, and I cry out with the next and then the next.
And the one after that.
“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he says to me. “Damn, Phoebe.”
I feel myself go so loose that I lose my ability to stay in position. But Evander catches me, holds me in place. My eyes fly open and awe rips through me.
It’s all a blur when I find myself picked up again. I’m surprised to immediately find myself on Evander’s lap, facing him, his hands buried in my hair as he thrusts slow and deep up inside me.
I wrap my arms around his neck. His eyes are heavy-lidded and unblinking as his gaze melds with mine.
He holds me in place. One thrust after another, our eyes fixed on one another. Until he pulls me in and crushes his lips to mine and I feel the pressure build, the hot flare, so intense I can’t survive it.
The world is about to explode around us.
Evander’s got me, though. He holds me close, kissing me, and I become nothing but a human-sized nerve ending, emotion crushing my chest as my pussy throbs and shudders with wild erotic electricity.
I think I might be crying.
I cum all over him.
He pulls me in even tighter. Pounds up into me even harder. His mouth feeds on mine, taking, but giving more than he takes.
I’m cumming again.
And I’m not sure if he’s keeping my body from spinning off into space or I’m doing that for him.
But I feel it building inside him now, too. I reach around him and do my best to grasp all of his big, hard body in my arms.
We hold on to one another. Like our lives depend on it. Mouth to mouth and locked together in desperate passion.
He’s claiming me, just like I demanded.
I’m claiming him, breaking the promise I made to myself that I wouldn’t consider him mine.
We’re claiming each other.
I’m cumming again. Or still cumming. I can’t tell.
And that’s when I feel Evander break apart in my arms, under my lips, and I feel him explode inside my body, hot and urgent.
The kiss doesn’t end. It simply changes, eases, and provides a soft place for both of us to land. To catch our breath.
Maybe the sex was so hot that we’re permanently fused together.
I feel Evander’s body shake. It takes me half a second to realize he’s chuckling. He falls over onto his side, taking me with him, our lips still locked, and we end up a tangle of arms, legs, kisses, and laughter as he throws the blanket over us.