Technically, because this lake isn’t on Evan’s land, someone could walk, or canoe, past right now and see us, but it makes it all the hotter, knowing that we could get caught.
Evan’s hands shape my waist, hoisting me closer to him, until we’re chest to chest. His heartbeat thrums softly against me, lightly dulled by the layers of fabric between us.
I want us naked.
He peppers kisses along my collarbone, and I crane my neck so he has better access, each peck feeling like fire brushing against my already flaming skin.
“Flo, I’ve tried my hardest to keep my distance from you, not to feel the things I do, but I can’t take it anymore. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
“Take what you want, Evan.”
“I bet you’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
He’s right. I’m soaking, dripping down my thighs. The wetness against my panties is uncomfortable.
“That night in New York, I could hear it. But I want toseeit, Flo.”
And in that second, he finds the curve of my knees on the back of my legs, and bends them up until my feet are on the bench before him. I’m wearing a flowy summer dress, the same blue and white one I wore at the Missarali Storks team barbecue, which I know Evan finds particularly eye-catching, but it also gives him easy access.
I’m spread, baring myself to him. The only thing in the way is my lacy, pale green panties. His eyes devour the sight.
“You’re soaking through your panties, Flo.”
“Take them off.”
“Are you sure?”
“Evan West, I don’t want to have to beg you.”
That makes his lips quirk, but he doesn’t make me. Adhering to my request, Evan grips the thin, string-like waistband of my thong and slides it from my body slowly, eyes glued to my pussy. His eyebrows scrunch, and a low growl emits from his chest. “Shit, you’re so pretty, baby. So fucking wet for me.”
I lean back on my hands and allow my head to flop back. It’s been a little while since I’ve been intimate with anybody like this, and some might feel self-conscious or uneasy, but with Evan, it feels natural. There’s no desire to hide myself or my body. Iwanthim to see every inch of me.Touchevery inch of me. “Shit, Evan. I need you.”
“Yeah, is that what you need?” His fingers slip past my wetness, smearing it along the folds and brushing against my clit, which causes me to jolt and release a breathy, “Fuck.”
He hums in satisfaction.
“Holy shit, yes,” I hiss when he sinks one finger in, only to the second knuckle. He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t need to as he pushes against my sweet spot.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy with my fingers, trouble, watch you come for me, and then I’m going to fill you with my cock until the only thing these pretty lips can murmur is my name.”
My entire body tightens, muscles pulsating. “Evan, please.” I squirm.
He adds a second finger and pushes them deep inside, and the sensation of him stretching my pussy walls causes me to groan in pleasure.
He pumps and twists slowly, and I watch as a smattering of sweat forms on my chest from my soaring temperature. My hands grip the edge of the wooden bench, ends of my fingers turning white.
“That’s it, widen those legs for me. Is this what you needed, trouble? My fingers filling you up?”
“Yes, fuck yes, faster, Evan.Harder.”
“You look so pretty with my fingers shoved inside of you.”
Shit. So this single dad is a hell of a dirty talker? There’s no way I can hold off my already rising orgasm.
Evan curls his fingers so he hits just the spot I need, and within a minute, I’m trembling for him. My wide eyes are focused on where his digits disappear inside of me, watching every pump, honing in on the glistening wetness of my juices coating his fingers as he pulls them out and pushes them back in again.
His forearms twitch, the veins pulsating. “Do you want a third?”
