It’s not a flat, it’s her home, but the correction can wait because my mouth is better occupied by kissing and stroking and caressing her flesh wherever I can reach. By sucking her fingers into my eager mouth, one by one, feeling the rough pads against my tongue. By nibbling gently at her earlobe and tilting her head for easier access so I can explore the bumpy terrain to my satisfaction and hers.
The bank account also needs a mention at some point; how I transferred money from the trust fund my mother left for me over to her, to do with whatever she likes.
Partly it’s from gratitude that while I spiralled into the darkness, she was the glow that led me back towards the light. The rest is because I can’t bear to think of her beholden to anyone ever again, even me.
But I don’t need to tell her these things because I know she won’t care about them. Not the same way she’ll care that she and Ant can always find a haven within these walls; building their family out however they wish. I hope she’ll include me inside that select number.
My hands lather the body wash into a palmful of bubbles that I caress into her shoulders, slathering along her arms and slowly sliding along her fingers, carefully cleaning each one.
Once done to my satisfaction, I dip them under the water’s surface, lifting to my nose to give them a sniff.
“Much better. Now they smell of lady rather than lady goat.”
Her laugh is a symphony to my ears, the vibrations travelling through her back into my chest until I wrap my arms around her to better feel the joy.
I repeat the same cleansing routine on every part of her, twisting and tipping and turning her, bodies slippery with the soapy water.
As her shoulder twists into my chest, I grab her wrists, pinning them behind her back while she scrunches her face, my other hand forming a necklace far better suited for purpose than the leather choker she still wears.
And she relinquishes her control over to me without a single grumble, no hint of complaint or trepidation in her body language, nothing but trust and patience in her eyes as she waits to see what I’ll do with this gift.
A knot unwinds in my stomach, blood warmed from the bath throbs ever so delicately, pumping, stiffening.
In my mind’s eye, it’s not my hand clasped loosely around her throat, but a weapon pressed against her cheek, trailing its moulded barrel along the line of her jaw as the first timid waves of lust flirt with me. They ease closer, growing bolder, softly lapping at my shore then surging as I haul her mouth to mine, tasting her lips, teeth grazing against the tender skin, my tongue gently sliding along the narrow gap between her frontal incisors.
The gap I stared at so often in the first week, imagining how it would feel; the actuality so much better it could make me weep.
And when I’m sure it’s not a mirage, not a tease or taunt but a lion roaring through my libido, awakening every cell with a rallying cry, I release her wrists, take her hand in mine and guide it to me, eyes flickering closed at the glut of sensation, the overwhelming joy of her touch.
My fingers leave my cock in her experienced hand and move to cup her pussy, easing inside her folds, slick with her arousal, a thousand times smoother than the soapy water as my finger play around her entrance, retreat to circle her clit, then can’t resist the smooth glide inside the warm clenching muscles of her cunt, her gasp of satisfaction a sweet caress inside my ear.
“Is this another present you have for me?” Evie whispers, her fingers wrapping around my girth and gently tugging until I groan at the sensation. “You know I remember a boy telling me once he didn’t know if he’d be worth the wait.”
“He sounds like a smart guy.”
“This boy was a complete dick.”
I’m a little offended, and curl my fingers deeper inside her as punishment, a rather twisted notion since the deeper penetration makes us both moan with more pleasure, not less.
Her hand curls back around my neck for support as she pumps me at a steady pace. “A huge dick,” she mutters as myfingers continue to explore her, my knee forcing itself along the curve of her arse, penetrating between her thighs from behind, spreading her legs to allow better access. “A massive hard cock of a boy.”
I tighten my fingers around her throat, feeling the jump of her pulse underneath my skin. Then her hand falls away from my neck, twisting to tug the chain, pulling the plug out to let the water gurgle into the drain.
The suction around my body adds another layer of physical ecstasy as she peels my fingers away from her neck until she can turn in my embrace, spinning on my fingers while I adjust with each movement, eager to keep them plunging deep inside her.
But she doesn’t let them stay.
Evie draws my hand away, locking eyes with me as she slides my middle finger into her mouth, tongue lapping and curling and sucking around it until my cock gives a massive twitch against her inner thigh, keen to remind her there are other things eager to thrust between those plump lips, to explore the warm cave of her mouth.
“And what would you tell this boy if you could speak to him now?”
She straddles me, hands pressing against my chest, her animated features telling me a developing story of exactly how she enjoys my every touch. “I would tell him that there’s an art in knowing what to cling to…” Those talented fingers grip me again as she lowers her body, guiding my cock inside her warmth, the muscles squeezing me in welcome. I lift my upper body, arms wrapped around her as the last of the bathwater gurgles down the plughole, large palms pressing against her supple back. “And what to release.”
Her hips tilt, lower back arching as she slides along my length, guiding me, muscles gripping me as her eyes half lid with pleasure. My mouth finds her, my tongue and cock finding afew moments of symmetry as they plunge inside her, their dual penetration overlapping and heightening the raw power of each until I have to come up for air, panting.
“And I would tell him I heard him sneak in a little snippet about falling in love with me earlier.” Her tongue finds my earlobe, sucking it until I’m sure someone stuck a new erogenous zone there while I wasn’t paying attention. Evie plunges her fingers into my hair, tugging my head so she can stare deep into my eyes, slowly rocking back and forth, the movement growing an inch longer with each ride. “I heard him, and I wanted to remind him I love him, too.”
Her palm slides over my torso, making patterns in my chest hair.
