The words went right to my balls. They were barely dirty by the standard of other women I’d had, but from sweet Evie who I’d never heard even swear, they were fucking filthy.
They were also a demand I couldn’t deny.
Leaning down, I pulled one of her pert, pink nipples into my mouth at the same time I cupped her pussy. She was so hot and wet even through the fabric that still covered her there. The damp spot forming made me want to thump on my chest like a fucking animal. Without even playing with her, she was needing me.
The urge to haul off and take her was overwhelming, but I couldn’t.
Soon enough, I’d know the beauty of sinking inside of her, but getting her ready was my priority.
I rubbed circles against her clit, knowing the tease of having her panties in the way would only work her up further. My Evie was greedy. She didn’t like to be teased; she didn’t like to build up slowly. Playing around and not giving her what she wanted made her fucking wild. Each time we were alone, she reached that place sooner, the primal reaction stronger.
It was spectacular.
With tongue and teeth, I tweaked her nipples, moving back and forth between them. Not being able to focus on the pleasure in one spot had her trying to hold my head down, but she wasn’t strong enough.
“Stone,” she whined, already frustrated.
I dipped my fingers lower, lining one up on that damp spot, and thrusting in against the material. The tip just pushed between her folds but didn’t fill her. When she started pressing up against my hand, lifting off the bed like she might be able to get me in deeper, I knew it was working.
That was when she started clawing at my shoulders, at the shirt I had on. Willing to give her that, I released her soft tit and sat up to pull it off. I should have known my clever girl had her own agenda, but she was too fucking distracting.
While I was still off guard with my shirt covering my face, she gripped the band of my boxers and yanked them down. My cock—rock fucking hard since she walked in in that nightie, and a hell of a lot worse after she asked me to fuck her—sprung free. It bobbed once, the rush of being free of the restraint shocking through me, but paling in comparison to the sweet agony of Evie taking me in her hands.
My little minx was trying to turn the game around on me.
With her pumping my aching cock, it was so fucking tempting to let her. I enjoyed it for a few strokes, my head dropping back. She’d learned quickly how to handle me just right, and her hands were so fucking soft as they ran up and down my length.
Her “mmm” as she played didn’t hurt, either.
It was dropping my head to look down at her, her smooth skin and sexy fucking curves with just those little pink panties covering her, that got me back on track.
“Take those off,” I ordered.
Her eyes flashed, and she released me in an instant to do as I said. Her excitement made her movements jerky, but it was better than any practiced show could have been as she brought her knees up to her chest to work around me. She wanted it that much. She wanted me that much.
I was one seriously lucky bastard.
When she got them out of the way, she settled back against the pillows, not even hesitating to spread her legs wide around me. For as long as I fucking lived, I’d remember that sight of her offering herself to me. I’d be on my fucking deathbed, and the highlight reel of my life would come back to that moment.
“Fuck, bunny. You’re so fucking beautiful it damn near kills me.”
It wasn’t flowery. Not even close. There was a time I thought she should be with some fucker who would give her that, but I knew better now. That weasely asshole might have the words, but no man would feel her—all of her, not just that sweet pussy—lance right through him every time he looked at her. I did. I felt that shit in my heart, my gut, right down to my balls.
While I was content to just look at her, Evie wasn’t so patient. She reached back out for me, but I stopped her before she reached her target. I grabbed both her wrists despite her gasped protest, and yanked until she was upright with me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Moving my hands down her body, I felt the outer curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and settling on the flare of her hips. With a firm grip, I hoisted her up and deposited her on my thighs.
I knew fuck all about how was best to do this, but my instinct was to give her some measure of control rather than just taking her. On my knees, with her straddling me, I edged us forward, knocking the pillows out of the way until her back was against the headboard. It took a single shift of my hips for my cock to settle right up against her hot cunt, and I groaned.
Evie rolled her hips, rubbing that wet on me and getting the pressure she needed against her clit. I kept one arm low, snaking it across her ass to help her move, and brought the other up to bring that mouth to mine.
She moaned into my kiss, working herself against my aching dick. She was drenched, and even not inside her, I could feel the way her pussy spasmed, wanting to be filled. I didn’t give in. Not yet. I took her mouth and let her work herself closer to the precipice.
I broke the connection to her lips only when her movements grew desperate.
“You’re sure, Evie?” I rasped. The need I had for her was fucking all-consuming, but she still came first.
“Yes.” It was a plea, a moan, a demand. All of them at once and no single word had ever sounded better.
Her thighs tightened against the outsides of mine when I lifted her up, a primal protest against stealing that chance to come from her. Her struggle ceased when I snaked a hand between us to lift and steady my cock. Unable to resist, I rubbed the head against her clit once, twice, but stopped before the third, after her broken, needy sound.
The kiss of that warm opening on the tip of my dick nearly made me black out. The feeling of it being engulfed in the tight hold of her cunt as she sank down on me made the world narrow until it was just us in that bed. The blinding bliss of her sheathing my whole dick when she slammed down made me bellow in ecstasy.
Both my arms wrapped in a bruising hold around her, pinning her against my chest as I buried my face in her neck and peppered her skin with light kisses. My crazy, reckless girl. I’d wanted to give her control to keep her from that pain, and she’d just gone in full force.
My head was a fucking mess. Nothing had ever felt even a fraction as good as being buried inside my Evie, as knowing that she was truly mine in that moment. And yet, knowing that she was hurting destroyed me.
Wanting to get her mind off the discomfort that still held her tense, I soothed my hands along her back, and let everything I was feeling pour out.
“Never in my life have I been given such a gift,” I said, moving my lips across her neck and ear, reveling in the shiver and how it tightened the already impossibly tight grip of her around my cock. “This right here, right now, is the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. And not just the feeling of being inside you. It’s you, Evie. It’s you sharing something with me that you’ve never given anyone else. It’s that you are more perfect than any woman I might have ever tried to dream up, and you’re somehow here with me. It’s the fact that every time I see you smile, a little more of my heart chips off into your hand. But in this moment, I’m not sure there are any bits remaining for me to give you.”
As I spoke, her body relaxed into my hold. Then, her hands behind my neck started to rove my back and shoulders, sending chills rushing through me that made my cock jump.
“Oh,” she cried on a breath the third time it happened.
A heartbeat passed before she lifted a bit, testing. I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from fucking exploding at the feeling of her moving that tight pussy on me. The groan of bliss and torture got caught in my throat as she pushed back down. She did it again, longer strokes this time before circling her hips and rubbing her clit against me with a gasp.
“Feel good, bunny?” My voice was like gravel.
She didn’t answer, not with words. She lifted up until only the head of me was still inside, then came back down in one fluid motion. Then again and again.
“Stone,” she moaned as she rocked up and down, taking my cock in long, slow movements.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
She didn’t wait, didn’t mince words. “More.”
And hell fucking yes, I could give her that.
Grabbing her hips, I took over lifting her on and off my cock, pushing and pulling her and driving us both higher and higher.
“More,” she moaned again, and I started thrusting my hips up into that heaven.
Evie gripped onto my shoulders hard, her nails digging in. I didn’t care. She could draw blood for all I gave a shit then because I could feel her sweet cunt tightening. I could hear her breaths coming faster and shallower. She was right there.
With the last bit of control I had, I brought a hand up to pull her mouth to mine. A handful of thrusts later when she came all around me, crying out, I swallowed those sounds that were only meant for me. Her sweet pussy clamping down on me pushed me over the edge, and I exploded. Wave after wave of undiluted pleasure took me until it was a fucking miracle I kept us upright.
It might have been hours before my head cleared enough to find I was leaning against Evie, pressing her into the hard headboard. Cradling her lax sated body against mine, I laid us down on the bed.
I held her close as our heart rates slowed. She had drained me dry and filled me up. The sheer magnitude of all she’d made me feel leaving me nearly mute, but I gave her the only words I had left.
“My Evie.”
And even drifting off to sleep, she found it in her to give me a little more.
“My Stone.”