She skims her hands over my chest and shoulders, a fluid caress that wrings a low moan from me. Her touch soothes every bit as much as it inflames. Her fingers skate lower, and even the briefest attention she gives mycock makes it stir to life all over again.
I touch her, too, stroking the pretty softness of her neck, curving my palm under the perfect curves of her breasts. I lower my head and suckle each tight nipple, taking things slowly this time, savoring every taste of her, every gasp and sigh.
Her sex is silky and hot against my fingertips. She melts into my palm, her mouth locked onto mine as I gentle her into a shivery, breathless climax.
It’s enough for me, but before I realize what she’s doing, she sinks down in front of me. Her palms trail down the length of my thighs. She doesn’t shy away from the blunted end of my left leg. Her caress encompasses all of me, her gaze following her touch with a reverence that staggers me.
Feeling unworthy of the depth of her care right now, I suck in a breath, then push it out on a dark chuckle. “You know, I never considered my stump to be an erogenous zone, but you’re changing my mind.”
I mean it to lighten the mood, but it seems to have the exact opposite effect. Her mouth curves with devilish amusement. Then her hands move languidly up to my hardened cock once more. “What about this erogenous zone?”
Kneeling on the shower floor in front of me, she closes her lips over my erection and takes me deep into her mouth.Ah, Christ.My hips buck in response to the wet grip of her lips and tongue moving up and down my shaft.
“Eve.” I reach down to tangle my fingers through the wet strands of her dark hair.
She is my anchor, grounding me in more ways than simply keeping me upright.
I stare down at her as she draws me into the haven of her mouth. The pleasure is too intense. So is my love for this woman. The combination rockets through me like wildfire.
I clench my molars together and bellow as the pressure coils to the breaking point. I should be depleted after last night and this morning. The simple fact is, I’ll never reach my limit when it comes to her.
“Baby.” It’s a warning she doesn’t heed. Nor does she yield to the tightening of my hand in her hair. Her mouth takes me deeper, her cheeks holding me firmer as my release boils at the base of my shaft. It is an invitation I’m too far gone to resist.
I come on a roar. She answers with a soft moan as I erupt against the back of her throat.
“Fuck.” A deep shudder racks me. When my leg starts to shake beneath me, Evelyn gives my shaft one last lick, then rises up, lending her body for support as I hobble over to the teak bench at the back of the stall. I drop onto it and sag back against the cold tiles, breathing heavily.
She looks far too satisfied as she kneels between my parted thighs, then takes my face in her hands and gives me a firm kiss. “You okay?”
I manage a smirk. “Never better. Now, get out of this shower before you kill me, woman.”
She laughs. “I’ll go get dressed and make some coffee. You need anything?”
“I’m good.” Hell, I’m better than good, I think as I watch step out of the shower and wrap herself in a towel.
After a few minutes, I rally enough energy to stand up and soap off again, then I cut the water and towel off while I hear her in the kitchen, filling the coffee maker.
She pops her head into the bathroom a moment later, looking fresh and beautiful in one of the summer dresses she brought for the weekend and her damp, dark hair swept into a loose twist on top of her head. “Coffee’s on. I’m going to drop that market bag at Mrs. Bernstein’s door, then warm up a couple of her blueberry muffins for us for breakfast.”
“All right.”
I almost tell her not to bother with the produce, but she’s already gone back to the kitchen to get it. I tie a towel around my hips and hop back to the bedroom to get dressed and don my prosthesis.
“Be right back,” she calls from the kitchen.
I hear the twist of the deadbolts on my apartment as she opens the door to leave.
For an instant—one awful, time-frozen instant—everything goes perfectly silent.
Then Evelyn screams.
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~ Gabriel ~
I bolt from the bedroom, stumbling more than running.
I’ve never hated my prosthesis more than in the seconds it takes me to reach the corridor outside my apartment. My suit pants are half-zipped, my white dress shirt flapping behind me like a sail.
