Chapter 7
ZINNIA
Evan is already in love with me. I can feel it, prickling like a sixth sense when he looks deeply into my eyes.
I can also tell that he doesn't want to hurt me. Part of me loves that he's so cautious and caring. Another completely unfamiliar part just wants his huge hands to grab me as he plunges deep inside.
My pussy feels so wet and open, ready to take him, but as he slowly presses deeper my eyes fly wide. He's seriously huge. And I'm very small. Shifting so that my legs are around his hips, I try to calm my breathing. Hopefully if I can relax, it'll be easier to go deeper.
His hard, thick cock pulses as he takes shallow strokes. I grab the back of his neck, twisting my fingers in his hair. "I want you," I whisper. "Now."
His deep brown eyes lock on mine as he nods, then presses deeper. I'm overtaken by a long, stuttering inhale. My entire body feels confused by the intrusion. As if it wants to panic. I concentrate on Evan's eyes. I can feel that he wants to pound deep. Yet he's so careful.
I already trust him completely with every single part of my body, my heart and my soul.
A long, shuddering moan escapes my lips as he manages to sink deeper. I've never felt so juicy, so open. It's as if a brand new part of myself is being revealed. "You feel so good inside me," I whisper.
He smiles. "You're so tight, baby. So soft."
A naughty part of me is enjoying his struggle. Watching such a huge man being so tender and cautious is amazing. Pulling one of my hands back, then under his arm, I slip down to grab his toned ass.
He groans loudly. "You want more, baby?"
"I want all of it. Stop holding back."
Giving him a tiny spank, he chuckles. Then he watches my eyes carefully as he pulls his hot, hard length all the way out before thrusting slowly back in.
My broken moan fills the air around us as he manages to plunge all the way, tapping against the end of my tunnel.
"You're mine now." His gritty growl ignites something in his eyes. Something wild and feral that sends a thrill ricocheting through every inch of me. "Mine. My baby. My girl."
"Yours," I breathe, pulling his lips to mine.
Our kiss takes on a new energy as he finds a slow, deep rhythm. It's overwhelming. For the first time in my life, I feel too hot. "More." My voice is dark and gritty. "Evan… Yes."
He slides his hand between us, his middle finger finding my clit instantly.
He already knows exactly how much pressure I need, at what angle.
He's already memorized parts of my body that I'd previously not paid much attention to.
It's as if he's studying me, wanting to become an expert in giving me pleasure.
Everything feels like surrender. I'm giving myself to him. I would have thought this would trigger my desire for independence, my craving always to be in charge. Apparently not in the bedroom.
The heel of Evan's hand presses against my pubic bone as his finger steadily swirls across my clit. The pressure is incredible – like I'm being stretched wide open with every slow stroke. A quivering pulse builds inside me. Layers of sensation flutter and settle, growing steadily.
I already know that I'm going to come so hard I won't be able to hold back my screams. My fingers dig into Evan's muscular ass, and the back of his neck. Clutching his body against me, my broken moan makes his eyes glow.
"Yes, baby." His voice is barely a rasping breath. "Let go. Come for me. I need to feel it, gorgeous."
My hands tighten. "Need to feel what?" I murmur.
His luscious lips curl into a dark smile. "I need to feel this hot, wet pussy clenching around me. Need to feel your juices flooding my cock. Need to feel you giving yourself to me."
"Why?" I'm hovering on the edge, everything pulling back like the string of a bow before releasing an arrow.
"Because I'm already yours." His eyes widen with his confession. "I'm yours, Zinnia. Completely."
His revelation is punctuated by the tightening of his hips, his gentle strokes becoming more forceful and faster as he moves deep inside me.
Gripping the back of his hair, I choke, "I like that. Mine."
My mouth falls open with a scream as I shake wildly, twitching and gasping through my climax while Evan groans deeply. "That's it, baby. That's my good girl. Let it all out."
His powerful thrusts get faster, deeper, then I feel his cock throbbing inside me seconds before he seizes, shaking, as thick, hot ropes of come explode inside me. "Zinnia," he growls, kissing me ferociously as our breath mingles. Our bodies slide together, capturing every last drop of pleasure.
Although I'm probably a disheveled, sweaty mess, Evan looks down at me in wonder, brushing my hair from my eyes. "You're so beautiful I still can't believe you're real."
When he moves off me, I miss the feeling of closeness when he was inside me. He reaches toward the nightstand, grabbing a couple of tissues to clean us up well enough that we can snuggle against each other for a bit.
"I love that you're so juicy," he says with a grin.
"I'm pretty sure that's because you drive me crazy," I laugh.
"Will you stay over tonight?"
I consider the question's importance. If I do, my sisters will know that my relationship has turned sexual. But since they're both going through the same thing, I know they won't judge me.
I'm not sure if what he said in the throes of passion was real. Does Evan already think that we're an official couple? That this has the potential to last…indefinitely?
"Yeah, I'd like to stay, if that's all right."
His dazzling smile tells me that it's more than all right.
Evan's head jerks up to look around the room, spotting my purse on his dresser. "In a minute I'll grab your phone so you can text your sisters that you're safe."
Of course I'd send them a message. Yet he's already keeping tabs on things like that on my behalf? It's sweet, but it's kinda soon. Every single facet of my life has transformed over the past few weeks, and my head is still spinning.
For now, I let it go, reveling in the afterglow of the most brilliant physical act of my life.
"You're so sexy." Evan's soft words warm my ear, his huge, rough hand skimming along my side, my hip, then down my thigh. "You already know that I'm falling for every single part of you, right?"
His gorgeous brown eyes are so hopeful. He needs me to say it back, I can feel it. Luckily, it's the truth. "I know. And I feel the same way."
The smile that overtakes his rugged face is pure joy. How strange that I can control such a big man with just a few words and caresses.
As my fingertips glide through his beard, he kisses me again. This time it's light and sweet. Romantic.
I can feel his love in every touch. There's so much of it already.
I'm enjoying it hugely, but Evan is already convinced that we belong together when I'm still reeling from the idea that we're together at all. It creates a strange tension, fluttering in the pit of my stomach.
Everything is wonderful, but I worry that I'm in over my head.