(The Spots I Never Got to Miss)

NOW

(Evan)

I needed out of this town. So I drove like we were being chased. The silence in the truck added to the tension. My heart wouldn’t stop racing. My nerves felt like someone was cutting them one by one. Topped off with that was a petty anger that I couldn’t get to subside. I kept looking over at Adena. And when I did, I imagined her in bed with another man. It was stupid to think that she was still as innocent as the day I met her. I was never going to be her first. That was my fault though. I let all those moments slip away without even an attempt at grabbing them.

But to actually hear something…

I looked at my right hand. My middle knuckle was a little swollen. Jason deserved that punch. That was a long overdue punch. He deserved a lot more than that too, but I now had more important things to take care of.

“Evan,” Adena whispered. “Where are we going?”

“My place,” I said. “I can’t be in that town right now. Hope you don’t mind.”

I looked at Adena. She looked at me. “Not at all.”

Her words poked at me even more. Adena not only left me stupid but she left me feeling insane.

I finally made it home and wasted no time in leading Adena to the small building. It was four apartments, two downstairs, two upstairs. I had one of the upstairs ones.

The second I opened the door, I felt a sense of relief slide over me. Like I had won the grand prize in some contest and I had safely brought it home. I shut the door, dropped my keys, and grabbed for Adena’s wrist.

I spun her around and pulled her close to me. “Do you want the tour?”

She swallowed hard. “Sure…”

My hands touched her face. My thumbs stroked her cheeks.

And I kissed her.

Her lips were as delicious as before. She grabbed for my shoulders as I lowered my hands down and pulled her close. When my hands eased over the curve of her ass, I lifted her.

I broke the kiss. “This is the entrance to my apartment.”

Adena smiled.

I started to walk, carrying her. Kissing her. I skipped her lips for the moment and started to kiss her neck. Tasting her skin, the tip of my tongue flicking against her, then kissing her hard and purposely loud.

I walked her to the kitchen and sat her on the counter.

“This is the kitchen,” I said.

Adena looked left to right. “Looks great.”

“Yeah,” I said.

I pulled her off the counter and turned, walking her from the kitchen toward the living room, dining room area. This time we didn’t kiss. I just held her, our eyes locked tight together. I swore I could feel her heart pounding, but then again, that could have just been my heart.

My next stop through the apartment was the dining room table. I grabbed a chair and threw it to the floor. I sat Adena down on the table.

“This is the dining room,” I said.

“It’s lovely,” she said without breaking her stare from me.

I kissed her again. Harder this time. Faster this time. She dug her nails into the back of my head.

Oh, sweetheart, you’re playing a dangerous game that you cannot win…

I groaned as I broke the kiss and lifted her again.

This time, the walk was quicker. I swung her to the left. She let out a whimpering cry. Then I sat her on the back of the couch.

“This is the living room.”

“Relaxing,” she said in a breathless voice.

I pulled her tighter against me. My right hand moved under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. I held her in a position so that she could feel me. Feel what she had done to me. I was uncomfortable in my jeans, bulging, my body demanding exactly what my heart desired.

I lifted her again and that was it. The fucking tour was over. She didn’t need to see the closets. She didn’t need to see the bathroom. In fact, there was only one room left to see. The room where she was going to be spending the night.

It was time to finally take her to my bedroom.

* * *

The door shut behind me and our fates were finally sealed. After all these years of waiting, wondering, holding back, all the bullshit of right and wrong, the pain and tragedy of falling in love, leaving, coming back…

It all swelled up to the moment I lowered Adena down to the bed.

My hands lifted her shirt up as I lowered myself down. I needed her. I needed her body. I needed her desire.

I kissed her stomach, making a slow circle around her belly button. I opened her jeans, and as I did so, my hands curling tight around her clothes, pulling, demanding them off.

Adena put her hands to the bed and lifted, letting me have her.

Her jeans eased down her body and I kept going. Part of me wanted to go faster, wanted to go fucking wild, but this was Adena. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I want to steal every second I had with her and savor it like they were my last seconds alive.

I was on my knees before her, realizing then that Adena was the only woman who could bring me to my knees like this. She balanced herself on her elbows and looked down at me. I stripped her of her shoes, socks, and jeans. Moving slow and purposeful, wanting to touch every part of her body. Wanting to touch every spot I never had the chance to miss.

With just my fingertips, I inched up along her legs and cut around and into her inner thigh. I saw her clutch at the sheets, shivering, letting out a loud sigh. I kept going, all the way up to her panties. My hands slid over the lace and stopped at the top line that hugged her body. That’s where my mouth wanted to be next. Using just my middle fingers, I pulled her panties down less than an inch. And I began to kiss along her body where the panty line left a light red mark on her.

“Evan,” Adena whispered as I kissed over and over.

What she didn’t realize was that saying my name only fueled the raging fire inside me.

My hands slowly moved in opposite directions until they were at her hips. I kissed all the way to the left, then to the right. I came back to the middle and inched down. The tip of my nose moved down along the rough lace of her panties. My hands started to pull at her panties.

Adena let out a little groan as she lifted herself off the bed again.

I looked up at her as her most precious of curves became exposed to me.

She was all mine.

The tip of my tongue suddenly became a laser and I knew the fucking target. I tasted her sweet honey and growled, knowing I would never forget her taste. Her hips bucked at the touch of my tongue. My hands held her hips and slowly inched down, wanting to hold her ass as I loved her with my tongue. They were no words I could say to her but my mouth would still tell her how beautiful she was to me.

I savored her, my tongue slicing down and up, curling, my lips closing as I suckled gently against her tender flower. I turned my head just a little and pulled away with a wet kiss. The sound echoed but not as loud as Adena’s groans as they began to echo around my bedroom.

I went for seconds, then thirds, then fourths…

My tongue memorized her folds, the way her hips wiggled when I flicked against her clit. Studying and mastering the ways of this woman’s perfect body. I slid my right hand up to her belly, gently touching her, feeling her stomach rising and lowering with breaths that grew heavier with each flick of my tongue. I had played enough with her sweetness for the moment. Now I wanted to feel her come. I wanted to feel that build up of pleasure and that explosion of need.

I brought my hands down to her inner thighs again and held her legs open. I began to move faster, harder, my tongue gliding down and up with ease. I thrust at her, feeling her, curling up to her clit. I moved up and stayed there. Burying myself at her, refusing to stop until she was screaming my name. She began to quiver, her groans getting louder. I felt one of her hands grab for my hair, making a fist, pulling.

My tongue was pointed, her clit for the taking as I circled around her, flicked, wrote every letter, frontwards, backwards, confessing to her with my tongue all that I had ever wanted and felt for her.

Soon her breathing was out of control. Her voice getting louder by the second. Her body flexing and rising up off the bed in its final battle against pleasure, which was always a welcome battle to lose.

And lose she did.

“Evan,” she purred.

Her hips rocked, thrusting her sweetness against my tongue, moving at her own speed. She wanted to take control. She knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. Which was unbelievably sexy.

I moved my hands up her body and held at her sides. I pulled at her, feeling her pumping her curvy hips as I continued to write the only love letter she would ever need. I had this thing fucking memorized and would offer it to her every day for the rest of my life.

She managed to breathlessly whisper my name one last time before she let out a grunting breath and then there was nothing but silence. I counted the seconds in my head as everything froze.

One… two… three… fo…

Just like that, her entire body began to collapse.

I felt the reward of my tongue’s work, fresh and warm honey. I hurried to slide my hands to her back and I held her, staying with her hips wiggled left to right, over and over, groaning each time she exhaled, gasping as she inhaled.

I stayed right there until she pulled at my hair again.

“Evan… now… I need you…”

I pulled away. I kissed the soft skin just below her belly button. She was still rocking, gently thrusting, at the mercy of her body’s deepest needs.

I left a trail of wet, sweet laced kisses up her body until I was met with her shirt.

I growled, knowing I needed to take care of that.

Before I could make my move, Adena made hers. She grabbed for the back of my shirt and scratched, pulling, wanting it off.

I let her take my shirt off. She ran her hands along my shoulders and down to my chest.

I grabbed for her sides again and forced her back to her feet. I wasted no time in helping her remove her shirt and bra. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her warm and soft breasts press against my bare body.

Fuck, I needed to feel that.

My hands spread wide across her back as she looked up at me.

I kissed her again but it only lasted for a few seconds. I put a few inches between us and brought my left hand up to her head. My fingers dug into her hair and I pulled her toward me.

Her lips touched my chest.

I groaned.

She began to kiss, moving painfully slow from one side of my chest to the other. I kept a tight hold on her hair, never wanting to let her go.

As she kissed my chest, her hands grabbed for my jeans.

Fuck yes, sweetheart.

She opened my jeans and I felt her hands slip down, finding me. Trust me, it wasn’t hard to do.

I used my free hand to push my jeans down enough so I could step out of them, along with my shoes.

Her hand tried to wrap around my thickness, but there was no chance she could do that. I was far too big for her hand, which I fucking loved. She stopped kissing my chest and looked down, letting out a whimpering groan.

“Dena… back on the bed.”

She quickly looked back up at me, eyes wide.

I gave her no chance to say or do anything else. I scooped her up into my arms. That forced her hand away from my cock as she grabbed my arms. I took her to the bed, walking on my knees until I was where I wanted her. Right in the middle of the fucking bed.

I put her down and lowered myself down to her.

She already had her hands to my back, nails poised to leave scratch marks as evidence.

I held there though, steady and strong, knowing I was just inches from her core. I felt the heat pulsing from her body, encompassing me.

“Fuck, Dena,” I whispered. “You…”

She nodded. “Fuck, Evan…”

I grinned.

I brought my lips down to hers as I lowered my body the rest of the way.

I touched her and then entered her. Gently sliding myself into her, feeling her sheath me. Halfway inside her I eased myself back. I broke the kiss and put my hands to the bed so I could see her body while I had her.

With a hard thrust, I took her to the hilt. Her back instantly arched, her head sinking back, sliding between two pillows on my bed. She craned her neck back as she cried out. Her chest thrust into air, all for the taking. So I took it.

My mouth came down and kissed her left breast.

Dena sank her nails into the skin of my back, cried out my name the way I had been waiting for her to do for years.

I pulled back and thrust forward again, this time harder.

It took us no time to memorize each other’s bodies and needs and wants.

Her legs wrapped around me. I was deep inside her. I traded kisses with her breasts to her neck up to her mouth. There wasn’t an inch on her body I didn’t want to explore and kiss. My hands traveled up and down the sides of her body, feeling her curves again and again and again.

But more than that, we were connected.

Together as one.

The way I had wanted it to forever be…