It started with a kiss. Soft and tender, he placed it on her right thigh. She moaned, and he kissed her left thigh. Gently then, soft kisses, he moved deeper and deeper, wiggling forward, her legs opening further and beckoning him in.
Soon, his lips reached her opening. There was a bushel of hair at her lips, already soaking wet, already throbbing. He kissed her opening, then he licked it gently. She gasped, she wiggled, hekissed her again, and he relished the way her breathing turned heavy and labored.
Slowly, but surely, Evander used his tongue on her. He licked up her lips, the tip of his tongue teasing her opening. Her body trembled. He licked further, making her wet as he savored her taste. There was no rush; he liked to tease her, just as he liked to remind her who was in control.
As he gently licked her lips, Evander lifted the fingers of his right hand toward her opening. Using just two fingers, he stroked, she moaned, he pressed, she gasped, and he dipped his fingers inside of her.
“Oh… Your Grace…”
“Call me Evander,” he growled between gentle licks.
“Evander,” she moaned, and the sound of his name on her lips drove him wild. “Don’t stop.”
For once, he was perfectly fine with her telling him what to do.
His fingers steadily inched inside Miss Finch. She was already dripping wet, so soft, and the feel of his fingers sliding deeper inside of her had him licking her opening even faster. Her body stiffened the deeper he went, and then it relaxed when he was all the way inside.
Next, Evander started to curl his two fingers, stroking them along her walls. She shuddered and trembled, and her breathing increased dramatically. Her legs locked around his face. Her hands started to tear through his hair and hold on as if for dear life.
Evander chuckled to himself, knowing what was to come, and wondering how she would respond.
It was as his fingers curled, as her thighs clenched, and as her breathing increased that Evander stopped using his tongue on the outside of her lips. Instead, he used his tip to search her, gently lapping it up and down until he found the swollen bundle of nerves that throbbed just above her opening.
His lips wrapped around it. He started to suck. And that was when she screamed.
“Oh! What… Evander… No… yes! Yes!” Her hands grabbed him by the head and held him so he couldn’t move. “Please… don’t stop… God!”
He curled his fingers to the trembling of her body. He sucked her clitoris to the feel of her body as it trembled and spasmed. He listened for her reaction, he felt her building, and he refused to stop. Not until she was done.
She is mine completely, to do with whatever I want. Just as I am hers…
It was her taste that Evander loved most of all. So sweet. So delicious. Evander could have stayed down there for hours, devouring every inch of her. In that moment, she belonged to him, and he relished every second of it.
“Evander…” He felt it coming. “I’m… I think… please…”
Her body started to shake and to spasm. Her breathing turned heavier and more violent. Her legs squeezed so that it hurt his face. And she was forced to let go of his head and grip the stool so that she wouldn’t tumble and fall.
He curled his fingers, coaxing the explosion from her. He sucked her clitoris as if he was drawing it out of her. It built… it rose quickly… it came, and then it exploded so that Miss Finch threw back her head and screamed into the heavens.
And Evander continued his work, refusing to stop until Miss Finch was utterly and completely satisfied. Like he said, he owed her that much…
Once she finished screaming and shaking, Evander slowly pulled back his fingers. Slowly, he then released her with his mouth.
And just as slowly, he lifted his head and shuffled back so that he could look up at her once more. Her skin was red from her chest to her face. Sweat glistened across her brow and dripped from her chin. Her panting was heavy. Her body shook, and her eyes were wide in surprise.
Also, from where Evander kneeled, she had never looked so beautiful.
“Thank you,” he said to her with a smirk as he continued to look up at her.
“Wh – what for?” she panted.
“For everything,” he said. “For everything.”
So much had changed in Evander’s life since Miss Finch had come into it. But the biggest change of all was himself. He was not the same man as he had been for most of his life, nor did he want to return to that same man ever again.
If this was how he might thank her, if this was what it took, it was a small ask and one that Evander would do again and again… as many times as it took. The fact that he enjoyed it so much, well, that was just an added benefit.
Chapter Twenty-Four
