Chapter 21
Amanda
“N o?”
Evan looked genuinely surprised, and then genuinely devastated. He didn’t even try to hide behind the usual mask of Mr. Iceman.
“No. You heard me. I did not stutter.”
His eyes narrowed to slits as he gained his composure and tried to mask his hurt with anger.
“And I suppose you’re not going to tell me why you don’t want to go out with me?”
“It’s very simple, sir ,” I said with a mocking grin. “You see, the purpose of a vis-à-vis date is to get to know someone to determine whether you want to spend the rest of your life with them. I don’t need to go on a date with you to know the answer to that question.”
His anger mellowed with confusion.
“Don’t you see, Evan? I already know that I want to be with you.”
His mouth fell open, and a look of wonder came over his handsome face.
“I had a lot of doubts for a long time, Evan. About you, about me. Mostly about me, though. I never thought that someone like you could love someone like me. But I have no doubts. I finally have no doubts, and I know what I want.”
My lips spread in a mischievous grin. “I want you, and I’m not afraid to admit it. So, I’m going to ask YOU out on a date.”
“I accept your proposal,” he blurted quickly. “I totally accept. Completely. Whole-heartedly.”
I smiled and felt a giddy warmth spread through my chest.
“So, what do you want to do? Where do you want to go? I’m fresh out of translucent planes, but maybe dinner and a movie?”
I checked my phone.
“Make that a late dinner and a very late movie… it might be too late to pull this off.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, his eyes intense with desire. “I think that if we view our fake wedding as a sort of practice session, then we can move to more advanced dating activities.”
“Advanced dating activities?” I laughed softly as he came out from behind his desk. “Advanced dating activities… is that what they call it in the corporate world? Or is that what the kids are calling it on the internet?”
He put his hand on my cheek, velvety soft and warm. I basked in the glow of his touch, feeling pulses of delight stream through my nerves. My eyes slowly closed as my breaths came faster, heavier.
I could feel my blood pulsing in my veins as he pressed his lips against my own. He kissed me tender and sweet, slowly pleasuring me with a very giving performance.
He smothered me with passionate kisses, first taking my lips, then moving down to my neck. His mouth felt so good, so soft and enticing against my skin. I cried out and clutched my arms around his shoulders and neck. His soft hair felt amazing running through my fingers.
Evan’s hands moved up to my blouse, unbuttoning the top notch. I felt the fabric peel away from my skin. Leaning back, I grasped his head and watched as he slowly stripped away my outer layers to reveal the real me.
I slipped out of the blouse as he slid it off my shoulders. He carefully laid it across the back of a chair and then turned back to gaze at me lovingly. Evan’s smoldering gaze traveled down to my bra-clad chest. Once again, I regretted not wearing sexy underwear. But who wears sexy underwear to sign divorce papers except some kind of psychopath?
I loved watching him enjoy the sight of my body. Then he cupped his hands under my breasts and lifted. I sighed as he worked at the snap between my breasts, then moaned in relieved delight as it came free. He gently removed the bra and place it on top of my blouse.
Our eyes met, and suddenly he was kissing me again. He lingered in his passions, hand clutching at my now bare breasts. Evan traced a soft line across my nipple. It hardened almost immediately. I loved the feeling of his warm skin against my own.
Evan crushed my lips with a passionate kiss, his hand sliding down to the small of my back. I lost myself in the kiss, my mind drifting on a plane of desire and heat. Evan slipped his fingers into the hemline of my panties. I gasped as they interloped in the groove of my ass.
“You’re so beautiful, Amanda,” he growled low in his throat. His eyes filled with the kind of animalistic desire that I expected to find in a pure alpha. But I was also pleased to see that his gaze also held a lot of deep affection. I felt warmed up from the inside out.
“Thanks,” I gasped, because I felt like I should say something. He shoved his face between my breasts and made a satisfied groan. I grabbed the back of his head and caressed his hair as his lips sought out my nipple.
He suckled like a greedy infant, flicking the nub with his nimble tongue. A sharp cry forced its way out of my throat. It felt so amazingly good to have him enjoying my body like this. I never wanted it to stop.
Evan set me on his desktop. I leaned forward to facilitate his unzipping my skirt. I slid out of the garment and then sat on the desk clad only in my panties. His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, trailing sensual delights in its wake. Evan rubbed my panty-clad pussy gently, teasing me into an ever more attenuated state.
“It feels like someone is getting all nice and wet,” he purred, eyes glowing with lust.
“Why don’t you check and see?”
He cocked an eyebrow and then shoved his face against my crotch. My mouth flew open in a sharp gasp. I felt Evan’s teeth scrape along the edge of my thigh. A moment later, he caught hold of my waistband against his jaw.
Evan’s eyes rolled up to meet my gaze. Then he pulled back like a dog with a tasty treat and ripped my panties right off of my body. I didn’t know if it was the sudden exposure, or the animalistic grunt he made, or the way he’d just so thoroughly stripped me without using his hands. Possibly it was all three. All I knew was I had never been so turned on in all of my life.
“Amanda, I think you have the cutest pussy in all of the world.”
A moan escaped my lips as he reached out and petted my pussy with gentle, sure strokes. I grabbed the edge of the desk and held on for dear life as he teased me with his expert fingers.
He used his fingers to peel my outer labia open, revealing just how wet my pussy had really become. Evan bit his lower lip and eyed my body like a hungry dog might eye a steak.
“Your pussy smells so good, Amanda. I just have to have another taste.”
He shoved his face between my thighs. I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed as he dashed his tongue down the pink trench between my swollen pussy lips. Evan got really deep into his work, figuratively and literally. My moans grew more guttural as he enveloped my pussy lip with his mouth for a lick and suckle session.
I grabbed the back of his head like a daredevil grabbing the handlebars of his motorcycle. I tried not to pull his hair, but he was working his magic on me with tongue and lips. I couldn’t possibly keep any semblance of self-control with Evan going to town on my pussy in his inimitable fashion.
“Oh God, your pussy tastes so sweet,” he exclaimed into the soft petals of my body. Then he latched onto the lip on the opposite side. My eyes squeezed tightly shut. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my body, piling up on one another and crashing into my brain. I saw golden sparks sizzling behind my eyelids.
I knew where he was going as soon as he pinched my clitoral hood between thumb and forefinger. My heart started thudding in my chest even harder than before. Evan lifted his gaze from my pussy. His whole handsome face glistened with my juices.
“Amanda,” he purred. “I bet you want me to lick and suck on your dirty little clit.”
“Oh, yes, sir ,” I cried.
“Have you been a good girl? Do you really deserve this?”
“I’ve been such a good girl,” I gasped. “I came here to sign the divorce papers and everything and didn’t complain. I so deserve it.”
“You so deserve it, what?”
“I so deserve it, sir!” I was about to explode. I was so fucking close to climax at that moment. If he ruined my orgasm, I would probably throw him out the window.
“I agree. You deserve all the pleasure I can give you, and then some. ”
His tongue rolled up my clit with one big, heavy lick. My mouth flew open as I sucked in a ragged gasp of air. I let it out as a long, undulating sigh as he continued to ply his tongue on my clitoral hood.
Evan leaned forward a bit more and enveloped my clitoris in his mouth. He suckled, making delighted sounds with great gusto. I felt the pressure building up as I was pushed along toward the precipice of a truly thunderous orgasm.
Evan suckled my clitoris as he worked three fingers into my pussy. I was so wet, so eager to have him inside of me that they slipped right in. He hooked his fingers up in a way that pushed the back of my clit into his mouth.
“Oh God,” I cried, gritting my teeth and groaning as he worked me into a frenzy. “I’m going to come, I’m gonna co—”
I sucked in air like a drowning person breaking the surface of the sea. Once my lungs were full, I let it out as a piercing scream that made my own ears ring. I rode the tumultuous blast of delight emanating from my pussy. Again and again contractions seized my entire body, the epicenter in my clitoris.
I screamed my voice hoarse until I flopped back onto the desk and writhed about like a worm on a hot sidewalk. My gyrations caused a pile of papers to flutter off the desk onto the floor, but I don’t think either of us exactly gave a damn. I know I didn’t. All I knew, all I could think about, was how good it felt to cum again and again from Evan’s lustful ministrations.
Evan undid his fly, and I laughed helplessly as he dragged his big, throbbing cock free. I sat on the edge of the desk and reached for it, stroking my hand along the shaft.
“It looks like you’re really into eating my pussy,” I said. It was my turn to purr.
“I’m even more into stuffing you full of this hard cock.”
Evan pushed the head of his member between the dripping wet folds of my body. My eyes squeezed shut as he stretched me with his cock. When it went in all the way I let out a long moan, my hands kneading his chest muscles like an amorous cat.
“Oh God, it feels so good to have you inside of me,” I gasped.
“I love being inside of you. I love you.”
He thrust, and my mouth flew open in a sharp cry. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles right above his buttocks. I held on for dear life, trying to get him as deep inside of me as possible. I was so super turned on by the orgasms and the pussy eating that my sensitivity was way down.
He went at me with hard, gliding strokes of his cock. His face became a mask of desire and concentration. I could tell he was trying not to come. He wanted to make me come again first.
I made it hard for him. I pulled him into me, and my pussy got in on the act. Every contraction seemed to try and draw him deeper inside of me.
Evan threw back his head and cried out, his eyes squeezing shut as he came hard. He filled me up with his hot, sticky seed, and then his cock just throbbed like mad. I came hard, screaming so many times that I got light-headed from lack of breath. I wound down into a shivering puddle of delighted, satisfied cuddliness.
Evan held me in his arms and kissed me tenderly.
Then, he suddenly pulled away from me, and I opened my eyes. I fell into the limpid pools of his gaze, feeling the warmth and affection that enveloped my soul. Evan’s eyes blazed like the sun as words erupted from his throat in a spontaneous volley.
“I love you, Amanda.”
My breath caught in my throat. I felt a thousand butterflies taking flight in my stomach. It was something I’d never thought a woman like me would hear from a man like him. But I knew it to be true.
“I love you, too,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.