Chapter 21 #2
Her skin hummed with heat as she felt her body being covered by his, but it was not enough. She wanted to see him, feel him, as bare for her as she was for him. Even after her third climax, which had rendered her limp and mostly thoughtless, she still tried to pry him from his clothes.
“Are my hands and lips and… this not enjoyable enough for you?” he teased, brushing his lips over hers as he bucked his hips between her parted thighs.
She gasped and quivered as she felt the naked length of his hard cock slide over her drenched sex, making another wave of heat and lust wash over her.
“You…” she stammered, struggling to concentrate. She had never known speaking to be so difficult! Then again, she had never experienced such pleasure either. “Very enjoyable,” she finally worked out. “But I want…”
Words failed her once again as Evander lined the tip of his cock up to her sex and started rubbing small circles there, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body.
“Should I stop?” he asked, sliding himself down to her parted sex, and pushing just enough to make stars explode behind her eyes.
What came next was going to hurt. She knew there was no way around the pain of losing her maidenhood, but even as she accepted that, she did not want to avoid it either. Not with Evander. Even if he refused to let her feel his naked skin.
“No,” she breathed, resigning herself to the fact that no matter how much she protested, he was not going to shed his clothes.
He dipped his head, dragging in a slow, ragged breath as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Breathe with me,” he murmured, and then, slowly, giving her every chance to feel him coming, he sank himself fully into her.
Helena dragged in an audible gasp, and her eyes snapped open as his largeness slid deeply into her core, and suddenly, she was grateful the room was dark. The look on her face would surely be very unbecoming if he could see the surprise and pain etched so clearly there.
“Exhale, sweet love,” he coaxed, tracing his fingertips up to her throat as he remained still inside her. “Let me hear it, let me feel it.”
With effort, Helena released her breath, and with it went some of the discomfort she felt in her core.
“Yes, you are doing so well,” he praised, his deep voice raw as he slowly drew himself back, only to slowly thrust in again, drawing a startled, broken moan from her throat.
“I… Can you move faster?”
“Your request is my command,” he growled, setting a punishing rhythm that had the headboard knocking softly against the wall.
All she could feel was the relentless drag of him filling her to the hilt, the obscene slap of skin against skin, and the growing ache low in her belly.
Helena let out a strangled moan, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against his shoulders, as she felt her pleasure begin to coil and build all over again.
“That is the sound I have wanted to hear from you for so long.”
She took another breath, her body trembling with overwhelming pleasure. Then his hand closed gently around her throat, and the blast of euphoria that shot through her at his grip had her arching up against him.
He held her like that, his hips driving into her again and again, each thrust rougher than the last, wringing sounds from her she had never known herself capable of making.
Her nails dug crescents into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt, and still he did not slow, did not soften, thrusting in her as though he meant to brand himself into her memory forever.
“I am yours, Helena,” he snarled against her throat, punctuating the word with a particularly deep thrust that had her crying out.
“And I am yours,” she sobbed, meeting him thrust for thrust now, her whole body alight. “I am yours.”
“God, you feel like heaven,” Evander groaned as he kept his relentless pace. “So perfect… So terribly sweet. You will ruin me, Helena, and I relish every moment of it.”
It is I who will be ruined, she thought as Evander’s deep, powerful thrusts made her entire body turn into liquid fire, driving her toward another release from deep within, each thrust dragging her closer and closer to the edge until she could no longer tell where his pleasure ended, and her own began.
Her release tore through her then, a violent, shuddering thing that had her back bowing off the bed and a cry ripping from her throat loud enough that she was certain the whole house must have heard it.
Evander did not slow, chasing his own release with a few final, brutal thrusts, and not long after she felt that euphoric wash of pleasure, Evander followed with his own, sinking himself into her one last time and locking them together as his head fell to the crook of her shoulder.
She immediately reached for him, stroking the dark locks of his hair at the back of his head as he feathered soft kisses into her neck and licked at the droplets of sweat that had formed there.
He, too, was slicked with sweat. She could feel it through his shirt, and she could not imagine how uncomfortable he felt.
She tried one last time to reach for that button on his shirt, but he once more pulled her hand away, kissed her palm, and pressed her hand back onto the bed.
“Are you well?” he panted. “Did I scare you?”
Helena’s heart quivered, feeling awful that despite the immense pleasure he had just given her, he still feared she was afraid of him.
There was a small, ebbing ache in her core, but she knew that was to be expected.
Even though she had been more than ready for him, he was quite large, and it was her first time.
“No,” she promised, leaning up to brush a kiss across his lips. “But I fear I may break into tears if you do not stay with me.”
Evander’s sigh was one of evident relief, and his rigid body grew relaxed once again. After a moment, he eased out of her and rolled to his side, taking her with him. She snuggled into him, reveling in the feel of his much larger body wrapped around her own.
“I am not going anywhere,” he promised, his arms squeezing around her middle tighter as he brushed kisses along her neck.
Helena sighed in relief.
“I was… worried that you would not want to,” she confessed. “After not allowing me to undress you, I thought you wanted to leave.”
Evander stilled behind her for a moment, then he nuzzled into her neck again.
“I do not,” he whispered in the darkness. “Just… Please, do not try to undress me again.”
Disappointment threatened to take over her moment of pleasure, but instead of giving in to it, Helena resigned herself to the delicious exhaustion taking over her body.