CHAPTER 32 #2
Eli and I have already made plans? This woman lives to push me.
"Eve-"
She cuts me off with, "I'll make the popcorn. You boys grab a seat."
Eli and I once again glare at one another. Eve hops onto her toes and plants a kiss on my cheek that sends warmth coursing through me and softens my mood instantly.
"Sure thing, my love." I smile and say with feigned sweetness, deciding on a new tactic.
Eve's entire face becomes a grin before she prances off toward the pantry.
We both watch her go. Eli slowly turns back to me with an 'I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work' look on his face.
I flash him my widest grin before turning to find my seat in the living room.
As I take a seat in the plush armchair, my plan is already fully formed in my mind.
Eve returns to the living room with two large bowls of popcorn, and she seems surprised that I've chosen the one-person chair.
She hands me a bowl of popcorn before walking to the couch to hand Eli's bowl to him.
She walks around the coffee table, obviously thinking she will take the available seat next to Eli on the couch.
I spring from my chair, reaching her in a single stride before scooping her up in my arms.
"Ah, Adam." Eve squeals and giggles as I lift her from the floor and carry her back to the chair, sitting her on my lap.
I pull the large, thick blanket from the back of the chair and flip the handle, reclining our feet, laying us horizontal with her back to my front.
Eve is still giggling when I flip her, bringing us face to face.
Her musical giggling is halted when I place a feverish kiss on her incredible mouth, gripping her hair tightly, putting pressure on the back of her head, and devouring her.
My other hand is on her jaw and a moan slips from her mouth.
"Are you sure you want to stay in here when we could be in our bed? I promise to make you moan much louder."
She groans, "I'm not bailing. It's just one movie. You'll survive."
She slides to the side so that only half of her body is lying on top of me. She has a leg thrown over my hips and her arm is across my middle.
Her closeness has become something that I crave.
I've drank, had more women than I care to remember, chased adrenaline highs and played football every chance I got, but still, I have never craved anything the way that I crave her.
I am addicted to the feel of her skin on mine, to her scent of jasmine and honey, to the sound of her voice, whether in laughter or in ecstasy. I'm addicted to every part of her.
The movie begins to play but I'm only watching her.
I kiss her neck, squeeze her ass, rock my hips against her, and rub my hand up and down her thigh.
She puts effort into watching the movie, but her breaths come fast and her heart pounds in her chest. Her hips press into mine and I know my plan is working.
She needs me now just as much as I need her.
I'm hard. My dick is throbbing in my pants, and it takes me a moment to realize that I've lost her.
She's somewhere else. She's staring at the television, but I can tell that she's in her head, daydreaming or remembering something maybe.
I look at the TV, and I see a young woman hiding in a dark corner.
She hears the bad guy upstairs. His footsteps are heavy, and she's trying to hide before he gets to the basement door.
I slide my hand up her leg and she doesn't seem to notice.
It's not until I've pulled her panties to the side and I'm sliding my thumb up her slit, that she comes back to me.
"Where'd you go?"
"Hmm?" She asks breathlessly.
I whisper in her ear. "We were kind of in the middle of something here and you checked out mid-foreplay."
"Ahh...mmmm." She's panting again. I have her. "I don't know. I just-. Umm, Adam."
I have two fingers inside her now and my thumb is applying just the right amount of pressure to her clit. I know this body better than I know my own. I've spent hours and days doing nothing but exploring this body and learning what makes it cum.
"Shhhh, love. You have to be still and quiet, or we can't finish our movie. You'll get us caught."
"Mmhhmm." Is all she can get out in response.
I pump my fingers faster and continue the pressure of my thumb, adding a circular rhythm to my movements.
"Can you hear how wet you are for me, my love?"
She turns her face into my chest to hide her moan.
I run my free hand under her shirt and cup her breast over her bra before pulling the fabric, down freeing her hard nipple.
She gasps loudly and Eli looks over at us.
I smile at him, and he gives me a curious glare.
I lightly pinch her nipple between thumb and index finger and that's it.
Her hips thrust forward and backward, increasing the pressure of my thumb on her clit as she rides out her orgasm.
Her entire body is trembling, and her mouth is agape with the silent scream she can't express.
Breathlessly she whispers my name, "Adam", as the last of her climax is pulled from her.
"I own this pussy don't I, Eve." It's a statement, not a question, but she nods against my chest anyway.
"I'm going to be inside you within the next three minutes. It can be in this chair with you trying not to scream my name, or it can be in our bed down the hall where your screams can do nothing but spur me on."
She says nothing and makes no move for so long that I think I am going to have to rip these shorts off of her right here under this blanket.
Finally, she says, "Let's go". She doesn't have to tell me twice. I have the recliner back in its upright position and the both of us standing in 1.42 seconds.
"I think we're going to head to bed. I'm so tired.
" She yawns for dramatic effect as she spews her lies to Eli.
I'm not sure how convincing she is since I'm dragging her out of the room as she's speaking and stretching.
I can't wait. I'm pushing her down the hall at the same time that I'm stripping off her shirt.
"Adam!" She chides me as I come up behind her, putting my hand down the front of her shorts.
Normally, I'm thankful for how far away this bedroom is from the common areas, but my erection has become painful.
I need her now . Something happened earlier when I looked into the eyes of Eve's attacker.
This obsession, this need to be near her and to protect her, became so much stronger.
A thing that I didn't think was possible.
I push Eve into the door before she can get it open, and I thrust my hips into her ass.
She grunts when she hits the door and then chuckles under her breath.
I bite her shoulder as I pull her hair back, giving me better access.
She finally gets the door open, and we tumble onto the floor.
Where's her shirt? Shit . I must've dropped it in the hall.
She's face-first on the floor and I'm lying on top of her.
I kick the door shut from my position on the floor and proceed to undress her, pulling her shorts off and kissing up her spine.
Eve doesn't hide any part of her body from me anymore.
I always kiss the carving on her back, but I pay no more attention to it than I do any of her other scars.
Eve has already removed her bra and I'm pulling my shirt over my head when she braces her hands on the floor to lift herself up.
I push her back to the floor and rip her panties off her.
Rip!
She gasps "Adam-" She starts to say something else, but I have already pulled down my pants far enough to free my aching cock and I slam inside her.
She cries out and grips the carpet with both hands.
I pull out and quickly slam inside her again and again.
She whimpers and groans with each pounding that I give her.
"Do you like that?" I ask each word between thrusts. "You like it rough don't you, my love."
"Mmmhhmm." Is the extent of her vocabulary at the moment.
She's so wet. I can hear the sloshing wetness with each move that I make.
Her tight pussy is gripping me and sucking me in.
I pull out completely because, if I don't, this will all be over too soon and I'm not ready for that yet.
I lean back and pull Eve up with me so that I'm on my knees behind her and she is on all fours with her hair hanging off to the side.
I thrust back into her again and the new angle does nothing to stave off my orgasm.
It seems to be better for her too, because she cries out, "Ah. Yes. There."
I throttle back into her with quick, short thrusts, quickly bringing her to the border of her sanity.
She's making whimpering noises and struggling to hold herself up with her arms. Finally, her arms collapse, but I don't let up.
I keep up the fast pace slamming into her tight cunt like a jackhammer, fast and brutal.
Her body shakes all over and she cries out loudly, moaning and squealing with her climax.
I push all the way into her and tell her, "It's time to discover new territory, my love. "
"Huh?"
I'm not even sure that she's capable of listening to me at the moment, so I just pick her up and stand her on wobbly legs.
"I need you to get your feet back under you, Eve. It's time."
"Time for what?"
"It's time that I fuck this pretty little ass, Love."
That shocked her back to reality. Her whole body stiffens, and she turns to me wide-eyed and wary. "No. I don't want to."
I kiss her forehead. "Yes, you do. You just don't know it yet. Do you remember when you saw my dick for the first time, and you tried to run from me?"
"Yes, and I don't think now is the best time to remind me of the size of that mutant thing."
I laugh low and deep in my chest. I fucking love this woman. I rarely ever genuinely laughed before I met her and now, I spend most of my time laughing or stifling a laugh because her snark is directed at me. I'm not funny at all, but I want to be everything to her.
"I knew better then, and I know better now. You were made for me. Every single part of you was made to fit every single part of me. This is going to feel good just like everything else I've taught you. Do you trust me, Eve?"
She doesn't hesitate with her "Yes" and I fall a little further at her admission.
She trusts me. The plan is coming together.
I place my thumb at the top of her spine and apply pressure.
Her chin lifts and there is nothing sensual about this touch yet still she can't help but respond to me.
I keep that same pressure and trail my thumb down her spine.
Goosebumps pop up on every inch of her skin.
I fucking love that. I continue all the way down with my thumb until I reach her opening. She tenses and sucks in a breath.
"Relax your body."
She chuckles. "I'm trying."
At least she's finding humor instead of fear in this situation. I push inside her, and her head falls forward.
"How does it feel?" I speak low into the nape of her neck.
"Ah uhm. Foreign. Kind of maybe like a massage?"
She says the last part like a question, as though she's asking if she's right.
"It feels how it feels. Massage sounds good."
"Mmm, yeah. Good"
"Good, love. Good girl."
I push in further, and her head drops forward a little more. She moans. That's my perfect girl.
I pull away from her and she inhales a sharp breath. Her eyes are on me as I walk into the bathroom. Quickly grabbing what I need, I go back into the bedroom. She's facing me and has her blank mask on.
"What happened?" I ask her with worry in my voice.
"Nothing. Why?" The blankness is in her tone too.
My eyes narrow to slits. "Don't do that."
She cocks her head to the side without saying a word.
"That. The mask. That unaffected camouflage you show everyone else. Don't do that with me."
Her mask slips for a moment before settling back in place.
"What were you doing?" She sounds impervious, but I know that something I did made her feel.
.. something. Judged or unwanted, I think.
All of the animosity I usually carry around inside me melts away.
I walk slowly toward her, speaking softly, "You're perfect.
I love everything about you. Your strength of character, generosity of spirit, loyalty, and inner beauty are just some of the things that I love about you.
There has never been a single moment since the first time I saw you that I didn't want to be close to you. "
I'm standing directly in front of her now and the mask is gone. She nods in response to everything I just said. "I'm sorry." She breathes out. "You just... I thought-"
"Don't." I say quickly as I stroke her cheek with my thumb.
I kiss her soft and languid, backing her up to the desk.
Grabbing her ass, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. This is my favorite thing .
When she clings to me, and I control where we go next.
I keep hold of her and lie us down in the bed.
She's on top of me, straddling me with our chests flush together.
She starts to lift up and I know what she's thinking.
She's thinking that she needs to take care of me the way that I just took care of her.
I shake my head. "I want to hold you. Just let me hold you. "
I only thought we were close before. At my words, she becomes hot wax and melts around my body like a second skin. She clings to me as we fall asleep exactly how I want to fall asleep every night for the rest of our lives.