“I …” I can’t speak with the way he’s moving his finger in and out of me, then up to my clit.
“Do you like that?”
I nod and hum my response.
“Do you wish it were me instead of just my finger?”
I nod more, squeezing the hand he’s holding.
“My beautiful girl.” He kisses my shoulder again. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I fucking love seeing you like this, all wet and dying for more.”
I open my eyes, and he tilts his head down to look at me.
“Please. I need you. All of you.”
He removes his finger, flips me over so I’m on my back, and stands to remove his pants and boxer briefs. I watch as he slips on a condom and makes his way on top of me.
“You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me.”
He slides inside me, and my head instantly drops back while intense pleasure races through my body. He moves in and out, and I have to bite his shoulder to not scream out in ecstasy.
Sex has never been like this—with anyone. I thought the mind-blowing sex you hear on TV was a myth. But, no, the way he makes every inch of my body feel like it’s going to explode is almost more than I can handle.
I keep fighting the urge to either beg him to stop because it’s too intense or demand more.
The more he pushes, the louder I need to scream. Every time he pulls out, it’s like the force of the ocean’s waves are being yanked from me, and when he pushes back in, volcanoes are erupting throughout my entire body, down to my soul.
“I-I-I’m—” is all I can spit out when he pushes inside me one more time.
He holds me tight while I spill over and clench his cock so many times that I’ve lost all control and just let my body enjoy this moment.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, finding his own release.
Once the waves of my orgasm have calmed down, I flop my head down on the bed, not able to move at all with my eyes closed.
Evan kisses my lips. “So beautiful.”
I can barely open my eyes but when I do, I’m lost in him even more.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Christy
I wake up to an empty bed. For a second, I think it was all a dream—until I see a note on my nightstand.
Be right back …
I stretch out my legs and arms, then hop up, head to the bathroom to make sure I’m presentable, and do a quick brush of my teeth for when he returns.
It’s a school day for Nolan, so I check the time and realize I need to get him up.
Entering his room and seeing him all curled up is always my favorite time of the day. He’s so sweet and innocent as he lies there, lost in a dream. I crawl on the bed and wrap my arm around him.
“Good morning, baby,” I whisper as I kiss his forehead.
“Morning, Mommy.” He holds my arm tighter.
The doorbell rings, and I chuckle to myself when I realize now what Evan was doing. He didn’t want to make it look like he’d spent the night here.
