I licked a line down her exposed throat, my thumbs circling her nipples, her hips subconsciously moving towards me. Positioning myself with one leg between hers, I met her lips with my own and reached around to grip the curve of her arse.
Her moan was my undoing and when she ground her core along my thigh, I completely unravelled. Turning our bodies, I walked her towards the bed, my mouth on hers again. My greediness evident in the stroking and rubbing of every piece of her skin I could reach.
When the bed behind her stalled our movements, I halted, looking her in the eye before raking down the full length of her entire form.
And there she was.
Bare, naked, irresistible.
“Un-fucking-believable.” I could not be controlled, my body moving on instinct. Bordering her face with my hands, I crowded her, passionately taking her mouth with my own. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the perfectly proportioned body she’d unveiled. The smooth supple skin I wanted to tease, lick and suck, only I wasn’t sure where to begin.
The years before us were filled with memories and trust. Long nights consumed with forbidden thoughts, hidden dreams and missed opportunities all bringing us to this very moment and now I wanted to savour her slowly, completely, as if time itself might shatter if I let go.
The soft caress of her hands along my stomach evoked a sharp inhale of breath before I even realised she was gripping me in her hand. Pressing kisses to her cheeks, her jaw, the very edge of her mouth, I did everything I could not to focus on the way I ached for release. Her hands grazed the back of my shoulders before shelooked down between us. Her sharp inhale as she tracked my body made me heady, my pleasure apparent and standing invitingly between us.
“I need you again.” I stated simply.
“Coop,” her husky voice was pleading, almost testing and my knees felt weak. Unable to wait any longer, I framed her face with my hands again, delicately tracing the soft freckles lining her nose as her fingers began stroking my back, sending shimmering sensations under my skin. Our bodies refused to separate, as if the wait had been too long, and now we could no longer go without each other.
“I’ve been dreaming about you my entire life,” I whispered, the fear of recourse never an issue with her.
Rather than answering, she pulled me forward until we fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, her legs opening invitingly.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my cock easily slid against her. “Still so fucking wet for me, baby.”
Those beautiful brown eyes looked darker after the rainstorm we’d just escaped, her hair splayed out around her like a halo. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and when she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered through swollen lips, “Always when I’m with you,” I very nearly ruined this moment with a far too quick conclusion - as if I hadn’t just come.
Rather, I kissed her with everything I couldn’t say, relishing in how she tasted like longing and raindrops, like all the years I’d never let myself want her. What started as an illusion was becoming the only reality I ever wanted to exist within. A reality where she was splayed under me, naked and waiting. The promise in her eyes, a look of pure and complete trust.
I’d never taken a woman without fear of consequence, but this was Evy, and our bond ran deep. My weight on my forearms, carefully bracketing her head as my cock pressed against her. Without the high we’d felt before, I understood one thing with clarity - this would be devastating. She inhaled a sharp breaththrough her nose at the contact, her nails digging into my hips and pulling me closer with an unencumbered desperation.
“I’ve never been with someone without a condom until you,” I breathed.
“Me neither,” she said, lifting her hips surreptitiously.
Watching her with renewed intensity, I braced on one arm and guided myself inside her for the second time.
“Oh, fuck.” I tensed my jaw, sucking in oxygen through gritted teeth at the feeling of how her cunt hugged my cock as if they were designed for each other. My eyes closed of their own accord, my body illuminating when our hips finally collided before propelling backwards and reaching for her again. The friction and lust intensified when her head fell back, and her mouth opened on a moan.
“Jesus, Evy, if you keep making that sound, I’m going to explode. Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever known.” I praised as her whispered demands skated across my ears, imploring I move harder, faster, give her more and the intoxication in her voice made my last remaining control snap.
My moves became animalistic as I slammed into her, her passionate cries increasing with every inch. Her fingernails digging into my skin as she angled her hips, her throaty cries a decadent fucking backing track to the feel of her body bringing me home.
“Oh, Coop, I can’t…” Her words fell short as she detonated underneath me and the slight scrunch to her brow, her swollen plush lips and laboured breathing culminated in the last thing I saw before my own body seized, pleasure ripping through me as I emptied myself inside her for the second time.
We slowed, our mirrored gasps testament to how fast and raw that had been. I took in the sated look of her face, pressing feather light kisses across her cheeks and along her jaw as she traced patterns up and down my back. Neither of us moved to disentangle ourselves or dared pierce the moment with questions or worries. The wait had been long, and now I wanted to take my time. I wanted to memorise every new piece of skin I’d neverbefore been privy. Before the end of tonight, I wanted to know every crevice, every freckle, every damn inch of her. I wasn’t sure what tomorrow was going to bring, wasn’t sure how long I would be lucky enough to have her and I’d been waiting too damn long for what we’d just shared to be all.
Brushing her hair back, I studied her face, searching for an answer in the shadows of her eyes before either of us dared to speak. “You good?” I asked, and just as she went to reply, it was with a still semi-hard dick inside her that we both froze at a loud sudden knock against the front door.
CHAPTER 28
Eva
Cross-legged on the floor, I scanned the maths textbooks strewn around me, broken only by highlighters and parts of my melted brain matter from hours of studying quadratic equations. It was times like this that even I questioned my passion for this subject.
I’d thrown my hair up in a messy bun in a fit of frustration, a pencil tucked behind my ear, and I was mouthing formulas when the door creaked open.
“Did you make this?” His voice came, smooth and confident. Leaning against the doorframe in his dishevelled school uniform, already halfway through a slice of the chocolate cake I’d left in the kitchen.
