She leans over, flashing me her divine ass. I slip a finger beneath the garter built into her tights and snap it against her skin with a rumble. She arches with a strangled gasp.
I don’t waste anymore time, getting my cock out, pulling her thong to the side, and lining up. Pushing into her wet heat is fucking heaven every time.
She has trouble controlling her volume when I pull back and begin driving into her again. I cover her mouth to muffle her cries and bring my lips to her ear.
“Scream if you need to. I’ll keep you quiet while you take my cock like the good girl you are.”
Her pussy flutters. I want to make her feel this all night long.
To walk around freshly fucked, knowing she’s all mine. For our eyes to meet across the room and remember what we did while everyone was downstairs.
Biting back a rough noise, I angle her hips the way she likes and give her what she begged me for.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I croon.
She whimpers against my palm and presses back to meet each thrust.
“Touch yourself.”
Her hand moves so fast she almost knocks over a votive. I catch it before it topples over and right it without breaking my pace. I split my attention between watching my cock sinking into her and our reflection in the mirror.
She’s watching us, too. Fingers working her clit.
“Look at you. So gorgeous, baby.”
She stills with a strangled noise, her body squeezing me like a vice as she comes.
I’m so focused on her pleasure, my orgasm blindsides me. I grit my teeth, fucking her as long as I’m able to before my hips falter. Her pussy spasms as I flood it with come. With a raggedbreath, I release her mouth and brace my hands on the counter, riding out the aftershocks.
Eve’s still trembling when I pull out. I smooth a palm down her spine, a thread of worry tugging my heartstrings.
“Are you okay?”
She nods languidly. I help her stay on her feet, pulling her against me for support.
“Are you sore? Was I too rough?”
“No, that was amazing,” she breathes. “So good.”
I run the water in the sink and focus on cleaning her with care first, then making quick work of myself. She smiles softly at me in the reflection of the mirror. I kiss her head, then help her pull her dress down and fix her hair.
“Think anyone’s noticed us missing?”
“I think they were all on their way to being drunk and merry, so they won’t be too worried.” She leans against the door. “I’ll go first. Ready?”
“Wait.”
I stare into her eyes, clasping her throat with my hand. I don’t break our gaze as my mouth dips to hers in a sensual kiss. She melts against the door until I catch her with an arm around her waist.
“Okay,” I rasp against her lips. “Now you can go back down to the party.”
THIRTY-FOUR
EVE
In the end,I didn’t finish the camper in time for the maker’s market. I’ve come to terms with that thanks to Cole’s reminders that I don’t have to be perfect.
The impulsive side of me wanted to cancel my spot since it isn’t ready. My nerves are a mess today. I haven’t been able to eat anything yet.
