“What stitches?”
“I’m counting on you to tell me if I need to stop.”
“I will.”
He smiles down at me and deposits another gentle kiss on my mouth.When he pushes away again, he’s still smiling.“I want you on your hands and knees for me.”
I don’t have a second to answer or prepare.Evander withdraws his cock, wraps his arm under my back, and flips me over like I weigh nothing.
The breath is knocked from me.
I’ve never had a man with this combination of physical agility and power.The men in my life have been perfectly nice people, each wonderful in their own way.
But they weren’tthis.
They weren’t Evander.
As soon as my hands and knees make contact with the blanket, I realize this wasn’t really his plan for me at all.I feel the flat of his huge hand between my shoulder blades, coaxing me down farther still.When my elbows are on the floor, I turn so that one cheek rests on my crossed arms.
“Yes.Just like that,” he says, behind me.His voice sounds far away and husky.
The hot flesh of his palm swoops up from the back of my neck to my mid-back, then onto my lower back.I feel him cup my ass in both his hands, careful not to touch the bandage.
I smile to myself, thinking how sweet it is that he’s aware—
I gasp.One of his fingers slides into me.Maybe it’s two.
I can’t tell.It doesn’t matter.Because my back has just arched instinctively.I didn’t give my body permission to react that way.I don’t have any control over my own body.
I’m not in charge.
I fucking love it.
I’m offering myself to him.And I begin to move against him, in time with the tempo of his fingers.
I hear myself panting.
“That’s it, baby,” he says.“You’re soaking wet.You’re going to come all over me again, aren’t you?”
I’m going under.
His free hand drops to the floor by my side.He hovers close over my back, his scent and body heat enveloping me.He leaves a series of little kisses along the side of my neck and shoulders, as his fingers continue to work their magic.
My breath is coming fast and shallow.I’m pushing back on his hand, grinding myself on him, and I hear his soft chuckle along the side of my face.
“You like this, don’t you, sweet Phoebe?”
There’s no time to answer because just then, his teeth nip at the flesh on the back of my neck, and at the same time, he’s somehow adjusted his hand.Fingers remain inside me but now there’s another rolling over my clit.
I let out a groan that sounds way too animalistic to be coming from me.
This is the new Phoebe, I guess.The one who’s learning how to let go.The one who’s about to crash into the abyss.
“I need to fuck you again,” he whispers in my ear, and he’s gone.I feel and hear him position himself behind me.I wait for him to show me what he wants.
Instead of widening my thighs, I feel him press my knees tight together, then a hand pushes my shoulders even closer to the floor.And that’s when I feel his mouth back on me—tongue.Lips.Licking.Sucking.Flicking.
I’m already about to crumble into pieces when his big cock takes me again.His hands go to my hips.I fly off into orbit with the first few thrusts, and I cry out with the next and then the next.
