He petted and kissed and teased her until delight shifted to discontent and she wanted more, wanted her panties off, and him to touch her more intimately. “Evan . . .”
“Yes?”
“Take my panties off.”
“Eventually.”
Just pulling her panties slightly to the side, Evan ran his tongue along the crevice of her thigh, the hot wet sensation making her squirm. She wanted him there, inside her, but he just teased, his tongue making one brief flick over her clitoris before retreating.
He stood and she stared up at him, wondering what the hell he was doing. Then he popped his pants open and took down the zipper. Good plan. Kendall lifted her backside and shoved her panties down to her knees, then wiggled her feet until they dropped off. This way she didn’t have to wait around for him to do it.
“Your panties fell off,” he told her as his own pants went south, boxers included. Seeing Evan standing in front of her fully naked had saliva pooling in the corners of her mouth. He was gorgeous, no doubt about it. Hard and yet pretty, all at once, with broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and a quality penis. All in all, a heck of a package.
“Whoops,” she told him. “And I think my shirt’s about to fall off, too.”
“No, I got it.” He bent over her and flicked his tongue inside her belly button, tripping off a low ache deep inside her womb. “Sit up a little.”
She did, and he had her sweater off in a second and tossed God only knew where, fully exposing her to him. Kendall had a chest that was disproportionate to her frame. She was short and for the most part petite, but since the age of thirteen she’d had br**sts that dominated her figure. They had always annoyed her, getting in the way and making her the object of scrutiny she didn’t appreciate.
But at the moment, Evan’s scrutiny made her think they weren’t such a bad thing after all. Women paid major money for br**sts like hers, and given the way his eyes were darkening and his jaw clenching, she understood why.
“Oh, honey.” He reached behind her back and undid her bra.
He might as well have said, “Let me at ’em,” the way he tore her bra off and sent it flying, his mouth and hands descending on her br**sts.
Kendall relaxed, already enjoying the attention with the first brush of his fingers on the underside of her breast, and the moist enclosure of his mouth over her nipple. That suck and tug were amazing, sparking a desire that raced out from her nipple to every part of her body. She was achingly and desperately wet, her legs spreading farther without any awareness on her part. She caught a glimpse of ceiling, a quick view of Evan’s short hair, but mostly her eyes were closed against the assault.
He moved to the other breast, and when his spare hand wandered down her stomach and slid into her slick heat, they both groaned.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
Men had said that to Kendall in the past and she’d always felt like it was an accusation, like she should apologize for her arousal, but with Evan, it was different. He sounded pleased, in awe, seriously hot and bothered, and she didn’t hesitate to lift her hips a little to drive his finger deeper.
“You got me wet.”
“Then I should get you off, too.”
Evan’s mouth abandoned her nipple and his tongue trailed down past her ribs, over her belly, pausing for one torturous second over her clitoris before plunging deep inside her where his finger had just been.
She almost vaulted off the bed into his ceiling fan. “Oh, holy shit, Evan.” She hadn’t expected that. Hadn’t been prepared for that. Hadn’t known how good it would feel to have this thick, hot tongue inside her. “You need to stop.” She didn’t want to come again. Couldn’t come again. If she did, then she wouldn’t be able to with him inside her, or with his tongue on her clit, both of which would be more intense. She couldn’t waste an orgasm.
But he kept at her, in and out, in and out, his hand teasing at her ni**les, plucking and strumming, his nose tickling her clit.
“No. No.” Heels digging into the mattress, she tried to back up, tried to push his head away with her sweaty palms, but he didn’t go anywhere and she came on his mouth in a hot gush of fluid and desire, a massive, rocking orgasm that had her back off the bed and her moans silenced in shock.
It felt so hot and erotic and dirty, in a good way, like she was f**king his face, and she felt her cheeks flushing with heat at her thoughts, her reactions, even as she reveled in them, gripping his head and grinding every last ounce of pleasure out of her orgasm.
Then she fell back, spent, gasping for breath, her legs trembling and her vaginal muscles still quivering as he pulled away. But with barely a pause, Evan pushed her legs up so they were bent at the knee and wide apart, and then he sank inside her.
Swollen and sensitive and still achingly aroused, Kendall moaned at the way it felt to have him push deep, filling her completely. Evan stopped, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. Then those dark eyes popped open and he stared down at her as he started to move, a mid-speed rhythm, hard but not too slow or too fast. Kendall found herself grappling to hold on to his shoulders, needing something to ground her, both physically and emotionally. The weight of his gaze, the push of his body into hers, felt so good, so intense, yet almost too much, like she wasn’t herself. It was too free, too explosive, too passionate, and the sounds that flew out of her mouth shocked her.
She had lost control and didn’t mind. He was driving her pleasure and she was reveling in it. Evan stroked, his arms solid and muscular on either side of her, his expression intense and unreadable. Kendall felt herself spiraling out of the rational, into a place where this was real, where this passion between them mattered, where she wasn’t eighteen and stupid, but a woman who had more sense. A woman who knew how good this feeling was, how rare even just this kind of sexual satisfaction was. The way he moved inside her . . . Kendall squeezed his arms tighter.
Then she came again, everything from her center out shuddering in shock and pleasure. This time, she made no sound, her throat closed off, her cries silenced by the shattering luminosity of the moment.
“Roll on top of me,” Evan urged.
Kendall couldn’t even answer. She had no ability to speak, think, move.
But Evan flipped her over, their bodies still intertwined when she ended up splayed over top of him.
For a heartbeat, Evan thought Kendall was just going to lie there on him, content, maybe even fall asleep. But as he thrust up inside her, gradually she stirred, her hips meeting his. He couldn’t believe how unbelievably amazing watching her orgasm had been, how seeing her shatter like that beneath him had almost done the same to him. Changing positions had been to prevent that happening too soon and yet, he was already enjoying this too much. Feeling the length of her body draped over him, the press of her br**sts, and the warmth of her flesh, he was beyond aroused.