“Derek,” she whispered, closing her eyes and shuddering under my touch.
I dipped my head, lips brushing up the side of her face, scenting my body wash on her skin. She was wearing my shirt, had bathed in my scent, would soon be wrapped in my sheets, and even had on my goddamn socks.
I’d never been more envious of inanimate objects than I was at that moment.
I needed to remedy that.
It was as if the universe had conspired against me, karma for being a depraved fuck, since again we found ourselves alone, but with circumstances that would prevent me from taking her the way I wanted to.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t make her feel good.
“Ready for bed?” My mouth settled against her cool forehead, lips running along the smooth skin as the heady scent of her called to me. I lifted her into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. The heat from her thighs scorched me, marking my hips in a raging fire.
“I know it’s been a shit night, but I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?” She nodded, lips parted, but said nothing. “Get on your knees,” I said as I set her on the bed. My hands needed to touch her, and I indulged in rubbing down her beautiful ass as she turned away. The look she tossed over her shoulder nearly did me in.
I climbed in behind her, pulling her close so that she was tightly pressed against my cock. Kissing the back of her ear, I slid my hands beneath the shirt. There was nothing sexier than her soft moans as I nipped at her neck and rolled her nipples between my fingers.
“I told you I’ve been dying to taste you. But I know I’ll lose control, and that’s not what I want for you right now,” I said, smoothing my hands up and down the length of her magnificent body. Light touches drew goosebumps over her flesh, then longer, drawn-out strokes until my fingers moved past the trimmed hair of her pelvis leading to what I was looking for.
She opened for me as I slid two fingers down the seam of her soaking wet pussy.
“Fuck,” she whispered when I massaged her clit in slow, deliberate circles until her head fell back onto my shoulder with a groan.
“Already so fucking wet for me, baby. She knows who she belongs to.” Eva clutched at the sheets as my fingers dipped inside while my other hand journeyed back up her flat stomach, taking a handful of her breast and squeezing.
Fuck me, was she tight and so damn wet, my cock leaked with the desperate need to be inside her. I closed my eyes, warring with the man who wanted to tear her apart, devour her, bite, spank, and even spit on this goddamn pussy to mark it as mine.
Growling into her neck, I used my thumb to pinch and put more pressure on her clit, reveling in the whimpers fluttering from her lips.
“Feel it, angel. Feel how fucking wet I make your cunt,” I said, stroking her faster. Harder. Her thighs trembled, head lolling from side to side as she reached for herself, following my motions. When her hips bucked against mine, the delicious friction nearly caused me to thrust into her.
“Oh… fuck, Derek,” she cried, turning her head and biting at my throat as she dipped a finger, both of us inside her at the very same time.
“Give me a taste, baby,” I demanded, squeezing her again between my thumb and forefinger.
Eva jolted slightly, but did as she was told and slid her slick fingers into my mouth. My eyes closed as the taste of her tempted every goddamn ounce of self-restraint left in my body. She was so fucking good, so damn sweet—I’d just found my newest addiction.
“Angel, I want you to ride my fingers like a fucking good girl. Show me how you want to be fucked. How you’ll come all over my dick.” I kissed up her neck. “Then you can watch me lick every single drop of you.”
Pushing two more fingers inside, I stretched her, causing her to hiss as she rocked her hips in tandem with my movements.Every twist of her shoulders and flex of her spine, every moan and exquisite grind pressed me closer to the edge of losing control.
“Yes… so good,” she murmured, grinding her ass against my aching cock.
I needed to be inside her almost as much as I needed my next breath, but I knew I’d take her too hard and fast. Her bruises were still fresh, and her wounds, physical and emotional, still healing.
Goddamnit, what had she done to me?
“Eva… you keep that up…”
The last thing I wanted was to bust in my fucking pants. I lifted up onto my knees and pushed her forward. The sight of her pussy glistening and swollen, open for me, had me on the verge of doing just that. Fuck, she was perfect. I brought my hand up and cracked her once, then twice between the legs. Gasping loudly, she clawed at the sheets, but I held her hips and spanked her clit again until my name was a sweet mantra flowing from her lips. She bucked and came so hard that she collapsed face-first into the sheets, the fabric muffling her whimpers.
So much for being gentle.
I stood up and paced, needing to walk off the strain in my pants. The sight of Eva, completely shattered by my hand, made me want to fold her over the side of the bed and fuck her until my cum dripped from every orifice of her body.
I briefly contemplated another shower. One cold as ice, but I returned to the bed instead, where Eva lay on her side, her breaths slowing as she lifted her hooded gaze to my face.
“Derek… that was—”
