Chapter 13 #2
I am so turned on. I feel my wetness sticky on the inside of my thighs.
"More," I say.
She slides further down again, gagging slightly but not backing off. The sound of her gagging makes everything tighten between my legs. Maybe I can come from just this.
"Slowly.”
She slows.
"Look up."
She looks up.
"Yes. Like that. Just like that."
I rock my hips, an inch, no more. I let her get used to the rhythm.
I let her find the place where she gags and I let her come back from it.
I let her breathe through her nose. I keep my hand soft in her hair.
I do not push past what she is showing me she can take.
She looks at me. She looks at me the whole time.
Her eyes are watering more and it is so fucking sexy I might explode.
"Evangeline."
She makes a sound around the silicone. A yes. Around it.
"You're so very beautiful."
She makes a sound that is a thank you and a moan together.
"You raise your hand if you want to stop."
She shakes her head. Once. Hard. No.
"Okay."
I rock my hips a little more. She takes it.
She is doing better than she should be on a first time.
She is doing it because she wants to. She is doing it because the wanting in her last night has not gone anywhere, it has only had eight hours of sleep and a cup of coffee and now it is here in my kitchen with her mouth open for me on the floor.
I feel my own cunt clench around nothing.
I feel the harness press my clit and the heat go up my spine, and I think as much as I am really really enjoying this, I want to come on her instead of on this.
I pull back.
The dildo slides out of her mouth, slow.
A line of spit comes with it. She looks up at me and her mouth is wet and her chin is wet and her eyes are wet and her hair is tangled and a mess, and she looks, on my kitchen floor, like the most undone woman I have ever seen in my life. And by far the most beautiful.
"Up," I say.
She stands. She is unsteady on her legs. I put my hands on her body and hold her.
"Table."
She nods.
"Bend over now, you’ve been such a good girl for me, I want to feel how wet you are.”
She walks the three steps to the kitchen table with me holding her.
She leans forward over the table and I help her.
She puts her cheek on the wood. She puts her arms out flat.
She lifts her hips a little as she makes herself comfortable.
I look at the line of her back and the round of her ass and the dark wet between her legs that I have not even touched yet, and the dildo at my hip is bobbing in front of me and my whole body is one tight wire from my throat to my heels.
"Spread your legs."
She spreads.
"More."
She spreads further and I can see her puffy wet labia and her blonde pubic hair that is darkened by her wetness. I can see the tight ring of her anus. I like seeing her like this, wide open and waiting for me.
I run my hand lazily through her wetness and she whimpers and shakes. I do it again and her moan is deep and desperate.
"Evangeline."
“Mmmm.” She can barely speak and I like it. I like being the reason she is like this.
"You did this on purpose. Being all beautiful and seductive before dinner.”
“Mmmm.”
"You’ve been waiting and wanting this all day haven’t you?”
I see her golden head nod.
She’s been waiting in my cabin wet and wanting all day as she cooked for me. I love it. So much.
“You are mine." The words come out as a growl before I think about it.
I want Evangeline to be mine and she doesn’t argue it.
I do not take it back.
She does not let me.
She lifts her hips an inch. She turns her cheek on the wood and she looks at me over her shoulder, and her eyes are very dark and very calm.
"Say it again," she whispers.
"Evangeline."
"Say it."
"You sure?”
"Say it."
I look at her bent over my kitchen table spread wide open for me. Her eyes are looking at me like she will do anything for me.
“You are mine," I say.
The word goes into her like a key in a lock.
Her eyes close. Her hips lift. A sound comes out of her low in her throat that is not a sound she has made yet.
“I’m yours,” she moans.
I feel her words run through me like a hot knife straight to my cunt.
I step in.
I put my hand on the small of her back. I rest the head of the dildo at her wetness. I drag it up and down her slit. She is so wet it goes slick on the silicone in two strokes. I press the head against her entrance.
"Breathe out."
She breathes out.
I push in.
She makes the sound she made in the bed last night.
A long low oh that she did not know she was going to make.
I push in slow until I am fully seated against the back of her.
I hold there. I feel her stretch around it.
I feel her open to take it. I feel my own thighs against the back of hers.
I feel the pressure of the harness on my clit and the press of the leather notch against my pubic bone, and I feel her. I feel at one with her.
I begin to move.
I move slow.
She makes a sound on every stroke. She is loud tonight.
She was quiet last night. Tonight she is in my kitchen and she is loud with her desire, and the sound of her hits the cedar of the ceiling and comes back down.
I rock my hips. I find the rhythm. I put my hand flat in the small of her back to keep her open to me.
I put the other hand under her, on her stomach, and I lift her hips a quarter inch to angle the curve of the dildo up into her.
She adjusts her hips. She finds it.
She finds the head of the dildo against her G spot and her whole body jerks, and the sound she makes is half a sob.
"There," she murmurs.
“I’ve got you,” I respond, holding her hips.
"Don't stop…” Her words are a gasp.
"I won’t,” I growl.
I keep the angle. I rock into the very place that is making her come apart.
I watch her hands flatten on the wood and her fingers spread and grip the far edge of the table.
I watch the line of her shoulders go tight.
I watch Evangeline come undone bent over my kitchen table, and the harness is pressing on my clit on every stroke, and I am close, I am close in a way I did not think I would be so close from this.
"I'm going to come for you,” I say.
"Please..” Her breathing is ragged as I fuck her. She is so beautiful. Her body moves with my every stroke.
"Say it, please,” My own voice is breaking. I’m so fucking close I can taste it.
"Come for me,” she whispers, her voice like silk.
I rock harder. Not faster. Harder. I let myself press down into the harness with my hips.
I let the leather notch dig in. I let the silicone go all the way in on every stroke.
She is making a sound that is not a word anymore, a long open vowel from the bottom of her throat, and I am close, I am close, I am right there.
"Evangeline."
She moans in response.
"Come for me." I take a breath. “Now.”
Suddenly she comes and gushes, hot liquid pulsing out of her.
She gushes on the kitchen floor between her feet and onto the inside of her thighs and onto the front of my harness and the leather, my hips, my thighs, a full hot wet release that breaks out of her in a wave I feel it run down my own thighs from the splash of it, and she is sobbing and her hips are jerking and her hands are flat on the wood, and the sound of it on the kitchen floor is a sound I have never heard in this cabin before, and I come with her, my own clit pulsing against the leather, my hips locked into hers, my hand on her hip, my breath gone.
I come without sound.
I come the way I always come, quiet, deep, my whole body a low long pull, and I do not pull out, I stay in her, I keep her on the table, I keep my hand on her hip, I keep moving slow, slow, easing her down, as the world spins around me, until she is shaking and panting and laughing and crying at once on the kitchen table, the woman I love, fucked apart in the kitchen she made me dinner in.
I do not pull out.
I stay.
I bend forward over her back. I put my mouth at the back of her neck. I kiss the top of her spine.
“I’ve got you."
"Max,” she whispers.
"I have you." I hold her and kiss her back. I’m completely in love with Evangeline Clark and it is all I can do to not let the words slide out of my mouth.