Chapter 28
Raphael
Eva sashays into the kitchen with a hand fisted on her waist and a funny-looking wire contraption clenched in her other hand. "Raph – kitchen utensils go in the 'kitchen' box. Not the ‘bedroom’ box," she informs me with a pout.
I look up at her from where I'm kneeling in front of the cabinet, stacking her cookware into boxes. I grin at her as she deposits the item into the correct box. "That weird-looking thing?" I ask innocently. "Thought it was a hairstyling thingy...or a sex toy."
"A sex toy?" Her eyebrows shoot up.
I shrug. "I don't know. A flogger or something. I heard that you Millenials are kinky."
She giggles, looking at me incredulously. "It's a whisk. For scrambling eggs."
I get up and go to her. Fingers curling against her hips, I walk her back against the fridge. My little Kitten purrs when her exposed shoulders press into the cool stainless steel. "Scrambling eggs? Is that code for sex?"
"It can be," she laughs, throwing her head back and exposing that long, perfect neck to me. "If you want it to."
"Oh, I want it to," I say, feeling the wolfish grin that invades my face. I slide my fingers into her hair and hold her head right there. I kiss her throat and watch her begin to melt. I slide my thigh between hers and spread her legs with my knee. "Kitten..."
I can't get enough of her. I'm insatiable. I don't know how I lived without her before and I certainly don't know how I'll function without her when our time together is up. I'm an addict.
And it's not just the sex. It's her smell, her softness, her sense of humor. The way she begs me to stay in bed just five minutes longer, the way she adjusts the collar of my shirt with her delicate fingers. It's that look of adoration in her eyes when I touch her. She asks me about the commodities markets and her nose does this adorable, little scrunchy thing when she doesn't understand what I'm saying but she listens to me anyway. She rubs my shoulders when I'm on a stressful phone call that makes my body go tense.
Little Evangeline Brooks is everything I ever wanted in a woman and more.
I run a hand down her side, smoothing over her slight curves. Her body is so beautiful. I could get lost in it for days on end.
"Raph..." she says breathlessly, all playfulness gone from her tone.
My fingers hook into the waistband of her skirt and I pull the garment down her legs. The scrap of fabric falls to the tiled floor. My girl isn't wearing any panties. I slide my fingers between her thighs and she trembles for me. As always, she's wet. How is she always wet?
"Need to taste you," I groan, my blood already hot with lust. She whimpers in response as I hoist her up and hook her legs around my waist. Her arms lock around me and her sweet mouth comes down on mine.
We kiss, sucking each other's lips, tongues tangling together as I carry her across the room. Her fingers mess up my hair, grate against my scalp as she gets lost in this wilderness of pleasure.
She may be young but I've never had a woman touch me the way she does. "I want you..." I've heard those words fall from the lips of dozens of beautiful females. But when Eva says them, their truth resonates all the way to my soul.
I set her down on the kitchen counter and we finally pull apart for air. She absolutely glows in the midday light pouring into the kitchen window. "Fucking beautiful," I whisper as I tuck a strand of hair away from her angelic face.
Her cheeks swell and her lips curl as she runs her fingertips tenderly down my neck. "Fucking handsome."
I kiss her cheek, her jaw, her collarbone. I brush my mouth across her cleavage. My fingers yank on the flimsy straps of her tank top and they snap simultaneously. She gasps as the fabric falls away, bundling at her waist. I give her a devilish smile.
"Raph!" she protests in a wispy voice. "That was from Milan."
I purse my lips and blow a stream of air across her breasts. Her spine curves instinctively, the damaged shirt suddenly inconsequential as her arousal intensifies. "I'll fly you out there to get a new one," I growl with a smirk.
I draw a pebbled nipple into my mouth, the pink nub disappearing between my lips. Her head falls back and I deliver another shock of pleasure when I jam two fingers into her tight, wet channel.
"God!" she screams out, her hands clenching around the edge of the counter.
I twist and curl my fingers inside of her silky tunnel as my thumb brushes back and forth across her clit.
"I'm...I'm..."
She thinks I'm about to let her come. Ha!
I withdraw my fingers and draw her slickness across her skin, up her pelvis, up to her belly button, over her ribs. "Raph," she cries. "Let me come. Please."
I may be a bastard for enjoying this power trip but it's making my head fuzzy, my thoughts blurry. I love every second of it.
Wrapping my arm around her back, I kiss her again. She grinds herself onto the counter, wanting release, needing it. She skids a little, sliding in her own wetness. With a firm jerk, I pull her body into mine and now her pussy is hanging off the edge of the counter.
I drop to my knees and drape her legs over my back. I take a mouthful of her mound into my mouth. Her entire body contracts around me as she howls my name. Grinning inwardly, I stroke the pad of my tongue over her pussy. My cock throbs for attention so I undo my fly and push my boxers out of the way. I take my shaft in my fist and jerk it hard. But my focus stays on her. Her pleasure. I caress her clit, her lips, the meaty flesh of her cunt, all of it, with each and every swipe of my tongue.
I doubt they teach that in tantric yoga class.
And now she's coming, screaming hard enough that she might just shatter every glass on the shelves. She's pulling on her hair, spine curved to the max, legs bracing my sides.
When the last wisp of air has left her lungs, her body loosens. She's too spent to even hold herself up.
I sweep her into my arms and collapse into a nearby chair. "Baby..." she breathes out, resting her damp forehead against mine and I place light kisses on her chin. I look into her beautiful eyes. My Verdant Sky.
I reach blindly into the box at the foot of the chair and dig around a bit. I grin to myself when I hear the familiar crinkle of the foil wrapper.
"Condoms in the ‘kitchen’ box? Seriously?" She laughs and wiggles in my lap, still breathless as I sheathe my cock in latex. "You're fired."
"Oh yeah?" I mutter against her mouth. "Well, you're fucked!" Gripping her hips, I lift her up, position her and slam her down onto my erection.
"Shit!" she yelps, surprise, agony and pleasure all playing on her face at the sudden intrusion. Her pussy adjusts to me, flexing and relaxing, making vulgar sounds. I throw my head back and close my eyes. How can it feel so good?
And Eva starts working me, her hips moving back and forth. My lips search for hers and when our mouths brush together, her tongue touches mine. She moans.
"I like the way your mouth tastes after you eat my pussy," she confesses quietly.
Jesus!
I kiss her harder, spearing my cock into her as she rides me. It's magical. It's perfect. It doesn't take long for her orgasm to start building inside of her. Like thunder rumbling in the distance, it warns that it's on its way. I pinch her nipples between my fingers and she grinds down on me, crying into the air. She's squirting all over my cock, wetness pouring out of her body.
I can't hold back my release. I squeeze her to me as I shoot into the condom, powerful bursts of my seed.
She falls against my damp chest, shaking and whimpering. We stay like that for a long time, just holding each other, rocking against each other on the kitchen chair, whispering sweet nothings as I stroke her back, get my fingers tangled in her hair.
She glances up at the clock on the stove and yelps. "Oh crap," she says as she stumbles off of me.
"What is it?" I run a hand through my wild hair, slouching with lazy contentment in the chair.
"I volunteered to give a jewelry-making workshop to the seniors at the community center this afternoon," she informs me.
My eyes squint at her. “A jewelry-making workshop?”
"Don't look at me like that. It’s good to give back to the community. And it’ll be fun."
I continue to stare blankly.
Eva laughs. “Volunteering, Raph! Ever heard of it? Rich people tend to do it a bit. To make themselves feel better about the truckloads of cash they hoard.”
Yes, yes – philanthropy is important blah blah blah. I write a check every quarter in support of the starving children of the third world. Its amount varies depending on the size of the tax breaks the company's accounting department reports that we qualify for. So yes, I give money to the poor. Because you can always make more money.
But my time? My precious hours? Well, you only get 24 of those in a day and you can't stretch those out no matter how much money you have. So basically, that's a long winded way of saying that I don't volunteer my time.
"If you’re looking for fun ways to spend your afternoon, I have a few suggestions for you." I waggle my brows at her, throwing innuendo all over the place.
"Shush!" She hisses, laughter dances in her eyes. "Now get dressed. I need a lift."
As she hurries out of the kitchen, I grab the egg whisk off of the table and swat her on her perfect ass.
"Ouch!" she yelps, but then a naughty look comes over her features. "I think you're onto something with that flogger idea, though. We'll have to explore it thoroughly tonight."
My cock begins to stir.
Sounds brilliant to me. That thought alone should get me through this damn jewelry-making workshop.