Chapter Thirty-Eight

Evelyn

 

I nestled into the groove of James’s chest, stealing heat from his body as he slept. I couldn’t believe I was here, that we were here together. I sighed, an involuntary whimper of my contentment rolled past my lips. James chuckled, his chest bouncing my cheek and causing me to look up at his smile.

“I love those noises you make,” he whispered.

His hand dropped slowly to my face, a finger pushed a long strand of hair from my cheek to behind my ear. I licked my lips, tasting the tangy barbecue sauce from the fast food place stopped at before leaving the horrible place James purchased in haste. We’d held each other, made love, and had fallen asleep without brushing our teeth, let alone dressing.

The sheet draped over my bare skin, barely clinging to my shoulder as I lifted to reach James’s lips. The familiar taste of barbecue on his tongue, I sucked it into my mouth without concern for morning breath. We tasted sweet, delicious, and the bold kiss woke up my arousal with a vengeance.

I pulled back, lifting myself from James’s warmth. The sheet fell from my body, exposing my breasts as James smiled with his eyes lingering on my flesh.

The back of his fingertip traced between my breasts, then around each one causing me to stir. An ache started between my legs, my vulnerable flesh swelling from his touch.

He leaned towards me, his breath swirling on my chest. My eyes closed as he swallowed a breast into his mouth, sucking and pulling at my skin until it tingled. Dizziness filled my head as he played, sucked, and licked at my swollen nipples, teasing them with flicks of his tongue. More noises, the ones he loves, escaped my lips as they parted.

A firm grip on the small of my back pulled me towards him, lifting me to his mouth once again. Loud cracks of thunder sounded from outside the bedroom window, flashes of lightning lighting up the dark morning and pulsing into the room where we worked each other up into a frenzy of tension.

The sound of heavy raindrops slapping at the roof and the window created a rhythm like music. My hand traced the outline of James’s hard cock beneath the sheets as I pulled from our embrace, locking eyes with his without the urge to blink.

He was large, firm, and as my finger glided over the silky sheet, teasing him, twitches let me know he was growing impatient for the main course. A growl rolled from his throat as he gripped me tightly around the waist and lifted me onto him. My legs straddled him, my body nude and exposed without the sheet to hide under, trembled as his eyes penetrated my skin, reaching both my heart and soul with just one look.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

He made me feel beautiful. Through his eyes, I saw myself as a sexual goddess for the first time in my life. It was a rush to feel the empowerment of what sexiness brought with it.

My pussy pushed onto him, around him, grinding slowly with a steady rock of my hips. He growled again. I watched his eyes close, the pure ecstasy pouring over his face, and flooded with excitement knowing I had such a powerful effect on him.

James lifted his hands to my breasts, cupped them in each hand and gave a firm squeeze. His fingers pinched my nipples, gently tugging them away from my body until I was forced to arch my back to push towards him. I moaned, not from pain, but a wild inhibition that started to roll like the thunder through my veins.

His hands slid slowly down my sides, gripping tightly at the small of my waist again, this time lifting me, tossing me from him and onto my back. With a swift movement, he was on me, pinning me to the mattress, his breath hot on my face, his cock pressed hard into my inner thigh. My heart palpitated, my breathing grew shallow, and arousal dripped from my pussy like honey.

Soft flesh sank beneath my fingernails as I begged his body not to lift from mine. A bite on my neck, a nibble on my ear, and a soft, gentle kiss on my lips, long and sensual, left me at his mercy. My hands loosened, nails released from his flesh, and he lifted, reaching into the nightstand drawer for protection.

Painful aches roared through my genitals as he rose up, exposing his hard cock to my wanting eyes. He slid the condom on, his hand slowly stroking his manhood as his eyes soaked up my image lying beneath him.

I squirmed with anticipation, my hands caressing my hips, my belly, and then my breasts as James watched with admiration searing in his eyes. Watching him watch me only multiplied my arousal, making it harder not to come even before he was inside of me.

His finger traced the muscle in my leg, following the tremor that led him to my clit. Pulses pushed against his finger as he pressed against my swollen nub, swirling in a semi-circle, and then back again. I writhed beneath him; my orgasm hitched to his thumb. A smile, wide and devilish on his face told me knew the control he’d taken over me.

He pushed my legs apart, spreading me wide apart as he slithered into me, his cock resting at my opening. I throbbed against his cock, he twitched against my pussy, but neither of us rushed to make a move, our eyes locked together, speaking to one another without uttering a sound.

As if in agreeance that we’d said all we needed to, our hips rocked in a steady motion, bringing him into me, my body swallowing him slowly as he reached his hand beneath my ass, coaxing me to take him, more with each thrust, until he was tunneled deep between my legs, a part of me, and me a part of him, connected.

Soft obscenities pushed past my lips as he dipped and burrowed into places I never knew existed.

James slid his hand up my chest to my neck, gripping me gently with his large hand under the chin. He held my face steady, aimed at his own as I struggled to keep my eyes open so close to the edge of my own cliff. His eyes were soft and hungry, but his groans were hard and satisfied.

“Come with me, darlin’,” he panted in a deep, sultry voice.

Something broke deep inside of me, releasing a powerful wave of pleasure that warmed my veins. Sweat beaded up on my forehead and upper lip, dripped between my breasts and down the nape of my neck as I struggled to keep control.

“Let go,” James whispered, pulling my face back to his from where my head began to thrash back and forth with loud and torturous moans roaring from my belly.

Blood abandoned my brain, leaving me dizzy and feeling faint. The thunder shook me, but I couldn’t hear the crack of its wrath. The smell of the rain filled the room, but the tapping on the roof and slapping at the window, silence. Every sensation became stronger, every beat of our hearts louder, and as James leaned in for a sendoff kiss, he tasted sweeter.

James’s cock plumped up inside of me, filling me beyond any previous experience. Throbbing against the fullness started immediately and without pause. I teetered at the edge of my orgasm, and James at his. His soft whisper, “I love you,” pushing me from the cliff, my body convulsing into a wave of pulses against a constant throb, steady, strong, and everlasting.

Exhausted, drained of everything I had to give, I gasped “I love you, too,” and then pulled James’s weight onto me like a weighted blanket meant to soothe tremors and restlessness.

“You know what’s great about a rainy day?” James asked as he rolled from me, taking his own spot on the bed beside me.

I could think of a thousand things in that moment of why this rainy day was so great, but I didn’t indulge him with my rattling, realizing oxygen hadn’t completely made its way to my brain just yet.

“What?” I asked, rolling towards him, pressing into him, and tracing the muscles that flexed in his chest from my touch.

“We can stay in bed all day,” he grinned.

I wish every day was a rainy day.