Now

Evan

TAKING IT SLOW IS a fucking exercise in torture. It makes my missions seem like child’s play, and trust me, I still have cold sweats from some of that shit. Carys and I have been spending as much time as possible with each other. We’re both all in, although I sense she’s good with the pace things are going.

Truthfully, at first, my intentions were to ease us back into our relationship, but fuck, one taste of her and I knew that was impossible. We’ve had quite a few intimate moments since the bar, but it’s not enough. I need to be inside her, to have her hot and wet, pulsing and alive around my hard cock.

While I’ve been successful in restraining myself so far, I want to fuck her senseless every time I’m near her. Each time we’re together, my resolve slips, frays a little more. I can sense my grip fading faster than the sun setting.

That’s why things are going to change tonight. I want nothing more than the two of us to move back into our townhouse, but Carys is not ready for that. Otherwise, I’d be doing this there, in our home.

I’ve planned a special night for us and having it at her apartment was not acceptable—not a place where she was with Greg—and I refuse to take her to my dismal excuse for a living space. So, I asked Ma if we could use her apartment. She’s up in Albany for the weekend visiting her cousin once removed or some shit like that, so we have the place to ourselves. It’s the second-best spot for us, the home where we finally gave in to our love.

As I’m lighting the last candle, the click of the front door lock signals she’s here. With a hard shake of my hand, the flame of the match extinguishes and I anxiously await her presence.

Stepping into the dimly lit room, she stops abruptly and her eyes narrow, studying me across the space I’ve cleared. Her eyes roam my body from top to toe before finally resting on mine.

“Evan.” Her low, sultry voice is like a stroke to my dick and it lengthens. “What’s going on?”

She drops her blue pashmina on the chair and slinks into the room, taking in the quilted blanket on the floor and the items that are laid out. Her eyes brighten as she stares at the quilt—our blanket.

“Sweetness,” I say, eagerly going to her. “I thought we could have a picnic.”

We both gaze down at the spread as she kicks off her shoes, and the hint of a smile creeps across her lips. She’s probably thinking of all our other indoor picnics.

“I’m hungry.” Her suggestion is clear as she winks and lightly pecks my cheek.

While welcomed and lovely, it’s not enough. I grab her tightly around the waist and she inhales sharply, her eyes wide as my mouth lands on hers. My tongue dives in to taste as my fierce desire takes hold.

Our kiss is desperate, our mouths both hungry and tender. It’s not only a kiss, it’s a declaration of who we are together: boundless, immeasurable, and right. No words can truly do justice to what I feel for her.

How she consumes me with only the thought of her.

How I’m made whole with only the promise of her.

And most importantly how, without her, I’m merely a shell of a man, nothing and no one.

She claws at my shoulders as I take her in my arms, lying down on the blanket. Her body’s bucking and writhing against mine, searching for release.

“Sweetness, we gotta slow down.” My voice is gravelly. I don’t want to mean what I say, but I know it’s for the best.

Before she closes her lids, restraint and desire clash in her glittering eyes. “Yes,” she chokes out, gathering her breath on an inhale and opening her eyes on the exhale. “Let’s eat, then we’ll have dessert.”

Chuckling, I push off her, missing her the minute we’re no longer touching, and pull her up to sit. She rights her clothes as I pour wine and hand her a glass.

“I love this.” Her gaze roams the blanket, now taking in the wine bottle, cheese platter, sandwiches, and fruit tray. “When did you do all this?”

“I came about an hour ago to set up.” My grin is sly and playful.

“I thought you were looking in on Anna?”

“I was — I mean, I did. Coop and I have a plan on how best to approach her. It’ll be soon.”

Carys’s slender hand rests on mine, our fingers entwining. She knows how much this means to me and how getting to know my sister, wanting to help her is important to me. Even with Ma, Ry, and her as my family, knowing I have my own flesh and blood, that I’m no longer completely alone, means something to me.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know. I’m content to have dinner with you at the bar or just do nothing with you,” she whispers.

Leaning in, I capture her mouth, my lips roaming lazily over hers, savoring, discovering, unhurried. She sighs with pleasure and kisses me back.

My heart’s thumping wildly at all I want to do to her and knowing the reality is close at hand. I’ve always prided myself on having formidable control and it’s served me well in the military—still does in my line of work—but with Carys, control means nothing, especially now.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.” She smiles.

“I know we could have gone somewhere or done something, but I wanted to do something to make up for the birthdays and holidays that I missed, and I know how much you love our indoor picnics.”

Even after we moved in together, we continued our picnic tradition. It was our special time together without having to go anywhere or do anything, just be together.

We have countless memories of talking, making out, reading, and loving each other on this very blanket. I want her to remember, take her back to those moments, although I’m certain she never forgot.

“I do.” She pulls back, her fingers lightly lingering on my wet lips that taste of her.

Moving in with a sweet and subtle smile, her kiss is tender, a whisper on my lips, slow, measured, and sweet. When she moves back again, lust and happiness sparkle in her eyes.

“Evan, make love to me.” Her command is soft and low.

With a strangled sigh, I kiss her deeper, longer, wishing I was already inside her. I push her back onto the blanket and our hands greedily explore each other’s bodies, caressing and stroking as we remove our clothes.

I suck on her tongue impatiently, cupping her ass as blood rushes to my throbbing cock, which is threatening to bust out of my briefs. In no time at all, we’re both bare and she leans into my ear.

“Evan, fuck me.” Her strangled moan is like a squeeze to my dick.

Closing my eyes, I drop my chin to her shoulder and exhale on a hiss. Fuck, I don’t know if I can go slow, or if I can even make this last. I may orgasm in under five minutes. No joke, it’s been that long. Rubbing one out doesn’t compare to being inside Carys’s slick, tight pussy, and once I’m there, I’ll make it good for her, that’s for sure, but as for the rest, fuck if I know.

“Evan,” she pleads, her nails digging into my back as her wet pussy glides along my achingly hard cock. “I need you, now.”

Not one to leave my girl hanging, I push up slightly and gaze down at her fantastic breasts with her pink nipples puckered and begging for me. I lower my face to her left breast and my tongue flicks over her bud, tasting her sweetness. Carys sighs, so responsive, wriggling and sinking her nails farther into my back.

“Evan,” she whispers, now running her hands through my hair as she holds my head in place.

I move to her other breast, sucking and nipping at her tight nipple as her moans and sighs get louder and longer in pleasure. My fingers trail down her flat stomach and between her legs to spread her folds, my finger rubbing her wet and engorged clit.

Her mouth opens wide as I sink one, then two fingers inside her. She’s so hot, slick, and tight. She’s mine.

“Sweetness,” I rasp into her mouth before my fingers plunge deeper into her, pumping in and out as I kiss her again.

“Evan,” she cries, arching her chest into my face. Her long neck is exposed, head thrust back and hair fanned out on the blanket. She’s fucking beautiful.

I thrust in and out and she’s slick and hot, tightening and pulsing around my fingers. She moans and bucks as her hands seek and find my cock. Her long slender fingers wrap around me, jerking me off as I bring her to climax. She clenches and releases a strangled cry of my name. I don’t relent or ease up on my hard thrusts, hitting her spot, the spot that sends her soaring like a rocket into the sky.

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Carys

MY HEART’S ROCKETING AND my insides are on a perpetual roller coaster as I give in to my never-ending orgasm. My body tightens, spirals before I’m falling, gradually coming down. Evan slips away from me and instantly, my pussy misses him, his fingers. I want him again.

He’s straddling me, naked, his powerful, rugged body taunting me. His fingers are wet, coated with my arousal as he places them in his mouth, swirling his tongue around with my cum. He moans in appreciation as his eyes darken into molten pools of desire for me.

“Sweetness, we shouldn’t have to have this conversation, but we will. Once and for all.” His voice is hard and low, not angry, just pointed. He has my attention. Some of my lustful haze dissipates at his tone. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”

It’s subtle, but there’s a hint of anxiety in his eyes. Both of us understand the significance of his question. Before he left, we’d only ever been with each other. I was on the pill and we never used condoms. Then there was… shit, it didn’t matter. It didn’t change things for us. Greg and I always used condoms.

“No, never.” My voice is just as hard and forceful as his, but for another reason. “Nothing will ever be between us. I want you inside me, now.”

His features soften, and his lips claim mine in what starts out as a slow kiss but quickly morphs into a frenzy as his thumb teases my nipple, flicking it lightly, then pinching, and I suck in air between us.

“I fucking love you, Carys.” His voice is gruff, practically a groan into my mouth.

I love that he has a special name for me, a name that only he uses, but when he says my given name, something he rarely does, its significance is otherworldly and brings tears to my eyes. It reminds me of how starved, lost, and lonely I was without him and now, with him here in my arms, I’ve found peace, ecstasy, and home.

“I”—I kiss his taut, warm pec as his eyes peruse my nakedness—“love”—I lick my tongue from one nipple to another and he hisses as I tease each of them—“you.”

We both lose control and grab for each other, reckless with need. Our mouths and hands are everywhere. One of his hands grabs my ass and squeezes, steadying me as his other hand wraps around his cock, guiding it to my pussy. With one measured flex, his dick sinks agonizingly slowly into me.

“Evan,” I purr, my eyes fluttering closed.

He stops and my eyes snap open. “Fuck, that’s my girl, keep your eyes open. I need to see you, all of you.”

I lick my lips as my fingers run down his damp chest and he pushes all the way in. Both of us sigh as he grunts, pulling almost fully out, giving me a second before he’s diving back in. I hook my leg around his hip and rise to meet him. He sinks deeper into my pussy and it’s fucking amazing.

He thrusts into me mercilessly and we move in unison, a perfect rhythm. Our mouths fuse together, his hand tightly gripping my hair and my fingers grasping his tight, firm ass.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Evan groans, his teeth clenched.

“I’m close,” I whisper, hugging him.

Before long, the stirring of pleasure increases and intensifies as my sex clenches around his cock. My breath quickens and head spins as my heart rate climbs sharply.

“I…I’m…coming.” I manage to push the words past my lips as a torrent of sensation washes over me. His lips are so close, the warmth of his breath skating over mine.

Evan’s body is tight and his muscles clench as I gasp for air, both of us screaming each other’s names as we come together. Clinging to each other, we ride our wave of euphoria together, and through laboured breaths, we slowly come back down.

We lie silent and content on the blanket until my stomach growls and I groan in embarrassment. Evan laughs before getting up to fix a plate of food. We sit on the floor and quietly eat our meal in the candlelight.

The smell of sex and us lingers in the air, and every so often, one of us smirks or chuckles until our eyes find the other. Then something smoldering and weightier takes over. It’s hard to explain; it’s not shyness or embarrassment, but it’s almost like we’re both finding it hard to believe we just had sex, that we’re both here, together, finally.

After dinner, Evan lures me into the bathroom with the promise of a hot bath. I’d never be crazy enough to turn that down. I carefully submerge myself in the hot water and he slips in behind me as he cradles me in his arms.

He brought the fruit in with us and feeds me grapes and strawberries dipped in chocolate. I moan and deliberately take the tips of his fingers into my mouth, sucking hard and long on him.

He peppers kisses down the column of my neck, stopping to bite the tender skin by my pulse point. It’s light but charged, and I whimper.

“Sweetness, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to have to fuck you again,” he playfully threatens.

“And that should worry me, why?” I taunt.

“That’s it.” He carefully pulls me up to sit on his growing and hardening erection, splashing water over the sides of the tub in the process.

“Uh-oh, you’re gonna have to clean that properly or else Ma’s not going to be too happy.”

Laughing, he tightens his hold around my middle and I shiver at both his touch and the cool air on my mostly exposed body.

“You cold?” he murmurs into my neck, his warm breath drifting down onto my breasts.

“A little.”

“Let me fix that,” he croons, his long fingers slipping between my legs to find me wet and ready for him.

He slides me slightly down and my wet pussy coats his throbbing cock as he lines my entrance up with the crown of his formidable erection. As his warm lips kiss the back of my neck, he enters me, stretching and filling me one torturous inch at a time. Having him inside me seems more intense from this position. His hands grip my hips and he begins moving me up and down as he pistons hard and fast into me.

“Oh. My. God. Evan. Fuck. Evan. Don’t stop,” I breathlessly chant, as the tip of his cock hits my spot with every thrust into me.

When I close my eyes, sparks fly like my own personal display of fireworks and a flush of heat spirals down my spine. It seems like just seconds before I’m detonating, my climax throwing me off a cliff to free-fall into bliss.

I sense Evan’s mounting orgasm midway through mine. His fingers grip me tighter, almost to the point of being painful as his thighs tense, becoming steel beams as I experience the true meaning of washboard abs, his stomach like steel against my back. His hard cock swells, pulses, and I feel him coming inside of me.

“Fuucckk.” His teeth sink into my shoulder, and I whimper as the heat from his mark intensifies the aftershocks of my orgasm.