Eva was shaking, and I could sense her nervousness.
“Oh—God…!” She gasped, taking a handful of my hair. “Don’t stop…please,” she begged amidst moans. “Stay right there. Yes…right there.”
Her wish was my command, and I was willing to do as she wanted—anything for her.
“Oh—fuck!” Her legs trembled beneath her. “That feels so good.”
I maintained a steady rhythm, moving my tongue in a figure-8 motion, along with up and down and side to side.
“Demyon, please…you’re going to drive me crazy.”
Her moans and whimpers were music to my ears, the very encouragement I needed to keep going. I stimulated that hot, throbbing clit until she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Her legs shook more violently than before. “Oh—fuck, I think I’m gonna come.”
Yes. You do that.
I held her thighs in place, flicking my tongue more rapidly against her clitoris.
“Demyon, Demyon, Demyon…!” She chanted my name over and over as if announcing her arrival. Her voice deepened when she added, “I’m coming, Demyon…I’m coming.”
In the next second, her dam exploded—her body stiffened, her muscles contracted, and her water splashed over my face.
She cried out, her body writhing against the wall, her legs shaking uncontrollably. I wiped her juice from my mouth and rose to my feet, reveling in the way her face contorted in sheer pleasure. Her eyes had completely turned white as she bit her lower lip, drowning in a sea of ecstasy.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to myself. “Look at me,” I said, my voice deep and husky.
Eva held my gaze, an insatiable hunger dancing in hers. “Take me,” she mumbled, lips quivering, her eyes boring into mine.
I gave her towel a gentle tug, and it slid down her body, revealing her nakedness. I cocked my head to the side, drinking in curves and contours. In a heartbeat, I whisked her into the air, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
Her chestnut-brown hair spilled over her face as she lowered her head, palms cupping my cheeks. She reclaimed my lips in a hot, passionate kiss that left us both breathless.
I headed toward the king-sized bed and lowered her gently on the mattress. She grasped the hem of my white singlet and yanked it off me, her eyes roaming my ripped body. Her fingers traced the ridges of my chiseled abs before sliding underneath the waistband of my joggers.
She stroked my cock as our kiss deepened, heads tilting sideways. Tongues danced in our mouths, a testament of our commitment to the act. She withdrew my cock and then glanced down at it.
Her eyes widened, her teeth grazing her lip like she was pleased by what she saw. I rose from the bed and took the joggers off, exposing my own nakedness. I watched her drink in the sight of my body as though she couldn’t wait to have me inside her.
I climbed back on the bed, reclaiming those soft, cherry lips that drove me crazy. As we kissed, my hands roamed her body—claiming every curve and contour as mine. I palmed her moderately sized breasts, reveling in the softness beneath my hands.
She stroked my length, her thumb smearing my precum over my cap. I left her lips for a moment and took her right breast in my mouth. She tipped her head back against thepillow, moaning. I licked her pink nipple—hard and erect—while simultaneously tuning the other.
“Stop teasing me, please…” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of all that pleasure coursing through her veins. “Just take me already.”
Not yet.
I took my time to explore her body, making sure she was relaxed enough, physically and psychologically. I caressed her skin, possessing every inch of her as I sucked and squeezed those breasts with expert precision.
By the time I was convinced she was ready, her pussy was already practically calling out to me.
“I’m so wet, Demyon,” she confessed, her voice soft and endearing. “I’m soaking wet.”
I kissed her lips some more then said, “I’m going in now.”
Her throat bobbled.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle,” I reassured her.
