by Beth Abbott
Megan lifted one leg, wrapping it around his thigh, but that wasn’t helping, because it just excited his cock even more.
He pulled back, reaching up to link their fingers again.
He slowly pulled her arms back down until they were by her side, but instead of leaving them there, he lifted her hands and placed them on her breasts.
“Keep them warm for me.” He gazed into Megan’s eyes, waiting until she realised what he meant.
He watched as she squeezed them slightly, and he half-smiled.
“Keep doing that while I’m busy.” He instructed, waiting until she nodded slightly.
Once he was sure she would continue to pleasure herself, Evan moved lower, kissing down her stomach until he reached her piercing.
He licked it with his tongue, taking it into his mouth and teasing it gently while Megan panted.
Eventually he released it and kissed lower, moving down to the top of her lace panties.
Evan could smell her arousal, and he teased her sex with his flattened tongue over the top of the lace.
Megan’s hips bucked as he repeated the movement, applying extra pressure as it passed over her clit.
She was moaning her pleasure now, and Evan realised that there was no way he could give her the satisfaction she deserved once he was inside her. He wouldn’t last five seconds in her heat, and he’d be damned if he left Megan un-pleasured after all these years of wanting her, imagining what he’d do to her if he ever got the chance.
This would have to be a two-step approach, and the first step was going to be giving Megan a magnificent orgasm.
He slipped off the end of the bed, so that he was kneeling between her legs, and while his tongue continued to torment her sex, his fingers hooked under the sides of her panties and he pulled them down until they were just above her knees.
He pushed at her legs, testing how wide they would spread before the panties stopped them getting any wider, and adjusted them until he was satisfied with the restriction.
Evan slid his hands down her legs until he reached her ankles, and then lifted them so he could slide his head and shoulders underneath her legs.
His head was now wedged between her thighs, her panties behind his neck, and he heard Megan gasp when she realised how intimately he was studying her sex.
He reached around her legs to touch her mound, using his fingers to spread her lower lips.
Evan could feel Megan squirming as she wriggled her body, realising that he now had complete control of her lower half.
With her legs resting on his shoulders, unable to spread further thanks to her own panties, and Evan’s arms pinning her hips down, she was completely at his mercy.
He watched her fondle her breasts, pinching the nipples the way he’d done just a few minutes before, and once he was assured of her continued willing participation, he lifted her slightly to pull her body to the edge of the mattress, where he could have unfettered access to every inch of her.
Evan touched his tongue to her clit in the lightest of caresses, before gliding it down and rimming her sex.
Megan’s breath was coming in gasps, and he could feel her stomach muscles clench as she tried unsuccessfully to lift her hips to his mouth.
Another featherlight touch of his tongue against her clit, before he slid it down again, leaving her frustrated.
Megan groaned as he repeated the movement a dozen times, never giving her anywhere near the right amount of pressure she needed to get close to her orgasm.
When he slid his tongue down to her sex again, he noticed it was wetter than it had been the last time, and he realised it was now sliding through Megan’s own juices.
It was too much for him to resist, and without a second thought he plunged his tongue inside her, forcing it in as far as he could, so that he could lick the juices from the walls of her channel.
The taste flooded his senses and somewhere in his memory, his brain made the connection, and he growled his joy and relief that Megan was back in his arms where she belonged.
He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and lifted her easily, so he could lick and suck every inch of her, inside and out.
He was so lost in his joyful exploration of her that he barely heard her moans of ecstasy, and it took him a second to realise that the sudden rush of her juices was because Megan was in the throes of an intense orgasm.
He doubled his assault on her sex, fucking her slowly and deeply with his tongue, lapping up her juices as his fingers squeezed her ass, his thumbs wiping the wetness down over her perineum and back up again. His tongue occasionally swiped over her clit, making Megan shudder with pleasure, before returning to plunge deep inside her.
Evan altered the angle of entry, so he could look up at Megan, and he could see her head tilted back, mouth open as she gasped for oxygen, her eyes tightly closed as the strong waves rippled through her.
Her hands were still squeezing her nipples as she bucked against his mouth.
Evan never lessened his efforts, helping her ride the orgasm as far as it would take her, and it took long minutes for her to collapse back onto the mattress.
While she took a second to recover, he released himself from beneath her thighs, sliding her panties off and reaching over to his trousers where he prayed his wallet would contain a condom that was still in-date.
When he’d covered himself, he ran his fingers up Megan’s legs, smiling when she shivered in pleasure.
He gripped her at the back of the knees, and slowly pulled her down the bed, taking her weight as she slipped off the edge of the mattress. Megan’s hand gripped his shoulders as she sensed herself falling, and her eyes shot to his as he lowered her sex towards his aching shaft.
He stopped short of impaling her, desperately needing her, but wanting her permission before he made her his again, after all those achingly lonely years.
“Please?” He asked permission, knowing if she said no it would probably kill him.
Chapter 30 – Megan
“Please?”
After giving her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, she stared down into Evan’s eyes and couldn’t believe the uncertainty she saw there.
He was asking permission to invade her body in the most intimate way possible, and only with her full consent, and unequivocal agreement and encouragement, was it going to happen.
Megan’s heart cracked open a little.
She couldn’t love this man more if the last decade had never happened.
“Yes.” She nodded, the muscles of her sex managing to spasm in anticipation, much to her surprise.
She lowered her feet to the floor behind him, so that she could support her own weight, raising her elbows back onto the bed to keep her steady.
The rest she left up to Evan, gasping when she felt the tip of his shaft push against her opening.
He paused, rubbing himself in the juices that two minutes before had been gushing from her.
“Please, Evan.” She whimpered, desperate to feel the hardness of him inside her.
He lowered her another couple of inches as he pushed his hips forward, and she felt the stretch as he tested her inner muscles.
Megan’s head fell back as the flash of pain and pleasure rushed through her.
She’d forgotten how big he was, and how she’d never quite gotten accustomed to his size, always needing to start slowly to stretch her to his girth.
Ten years without him, and the stretch was more than she remembered, and she started to panic that he was going to split her open.
Without warning, she felt Evan’s warm breath on her skin as his mouth descended on her breast. He bit down on her nipple, sucking it entirely into his mouth, as his hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit.
She felt her inner muscles contract as the combined pain and pleasure sent an electric shock to her sex, and Evan surged forward, sliding most of the way in.
She knew exactly how much of him was inside her because she’d once teased him with a tape
-measure. She wasn’t even touching his groin, so there was still another couple of inches to go, but even so, she knew he was impaling her by a good seven or eight inches.
Holding her hips steady, Evan pulled out a little, rocking back and forth very gently for a few seconds before giving a strong surge up inside her.
This time he filled her until her clit hit his groin, and Megan gasped and groaned at the same time, feeling him rubbing against every nerve ending inside her.
Evan pulled out a little more this time before thrusting hard into her channel to make sure he was fully seated.
Megan could feel a flash of electricity blaze through her sex as he bit down on her nipple again, and she wriggled, urging him to give her more.
Evan didn’t need any more encouragement, gripping her hips tightly as he pulled almost the whole way out and slammed back into her.
Megan whimpered her approval as her head fell back onto the bed. Her sex was rippling with pleasure, but her second orgasm seemed a long way away.
“More.” She whispered, needing him more than she needed to breathe.
Evan doubled the pace of his thrusts, hammering into her with every surge, biting and sucking her nipples every time he pulled back.
Megan scrunched her eyes up, chasing the pleasure that remained stubbornly out of reach.
“Can’t…won’t… need more…” She begged incoherently.
Without warning, Evan lifted her up, his shaft sliding out of her, as he threw her up onto the bed. With one movement he grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her stomach.
With a flash of excitement, Megan lifted her backside to him, and breathed a sigh of relief as Evan buried himself to the hilt and started rocking into her.
Evan wrapped his fingers in her hair, gently holding her head and shoulders down on the mattress, reaching around to take a nipple in his other hand.
He leaned down over her back and bit down on her shoulder teasingly.
“I want you to rub your clit, Meg.” He growled in her ear. “Imagine it’s me doing it.”
As he sat back up, Megan reached beneath her body and opened her lower lips to find her swollen bud.
As Evan started to increase the force of his thrusts, she only had to place her finger on her clit, the movement of his hips giving her all the friction she needed.
When he freed her nipple she could’ve cried, but she soon felt his fingers skimming over her ass until his thumb was rubbing at her entrance and then gliding the moisture up over her perineum and back down again.
Megan didn’t have time to wonder what he was going to do if he ever reached her asshole. Her inner muscles clenched with the extra excitement his touch elicited, and the constant rubbing on her clit threw her over the edge into an even more intense orgasm than the first one, her channel flooding to allow Evan’s cock to glide even more smoothly.
He must have realised the moment she started coming, because his hips started slamming into her, almost pushing her higher up the bed as he hit the end of her channel with every thrust.
She felt every inch of Evan’s cock as it rubbed against her G-spot, and she couldn’t have stopped her orgasm if her life depended on it.
Just as Megan thought she’d black out from lack of oxygen, as her breathing lapsed into short gasps of air, Evan grabbed her shoulders and lifted her off the mattress, spreading her legs wider as he gave a few final, almost wild thrusts up into her channel.
She felt him stretch her even wider as his orgasm joined her own, and his hands gripped her breasts as he held her body tightly against his, and he continued to rock into her.
She felt his lips on her shoulder as her orgasm finally began to fade, and his teeth grazed over her skin as every ounce of rigidity left her body.
Evan’s strength had obviously departed with his seed, because his arms trembled as he tried to hold them both upright.
As Megan fell forward onto the mattress, she felt Evan slip out of her, and by the time her head hit the pillow, she felt him slump down beside her.
As he hit the mattress, Evan’s arms came out and he wrapped her up, pulling her against his sweaty body.
Her heart was hammering out of her chest, and Megan realised she was just as hot and sweaty as he was.
It took a couple of minutes for the pounding of their hearts to start to slow, and before they could each take a steady breath without gasping.
When they had both calmed slightly, she felt Evan move his arm, and he pulled the comforter up to partially cover them both.
When she felt his finger under her chin, lifting her face to his, Megan opened her eyes.
“I love you, Megan.” Evan was looking directly at her, and she could see the sincerity of his words in his expression. “That… whatever that was, was like nothing I’ve ever known, and if you never allowed it to happen again, I’d still die a happy man. Thank you, sweetheart, from the bottom of my heart.”
Megan felt the tears fill her eyes as her throat closed up.
She probably shouldn’t have let it happen, but the sight of his scars and the reminder of how easily he could have been killed had simply melted her resistance. Tomorrow she might have regrets, but right now she felt a greater peace than she’d ever known.
“Just for tonight, can we pretend the last ten years never happened?” She whispered. “This is just us, now.”
“If you’d allow it, I’d pretend the last ten years never happened from now to eternity.” Evan smiled. “But I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness so easily, and I’ve done nothing to deserve this much happiness.”
Megan reached up to scrape her nails down the roughness of his jaw.
“I didn’t want to forgive you, and I’m not sure if I have, yet.” She admitted. “But if this is the real you, and you’re not just saying what you think I need to hear, then I’d like to try and put the past behind us. No guarantees, no promises, just an open mind.”
Evan made a noise she thought sounded remarkably like a sob.
“I’ll take it.” He grinned, pushing her onto her back, so he could kiss her face, over and over. “I’ll take anything.”
She slapped his shoulder, giggling as she tried to stop him slobbering all over her.
“Enough with the dog-kisses already!” She turned her face away from him. “Or I’ll change my mind.”
Evan stopped instantly.
“I’ll make sure you never want to change your mind.” He smiled down at her. “I swear it.”
Megan was just about to reach for him again when she heard a ringing coming from the other room.
“Shit!” Evan hissed. “That’s my call from Robbie, letting me know he’s ready to be picked up.”
He sat up reluctantly.
“I wish I didn’t have to go, Meg, but it’s my job, and it’s your brother.” He smiled, sitting up and swinging his legs out from under the comforter.
“That’s Ok.” She struggled to sit up while keeping herself covered. “I can’t complain when you’re taking my brother’s safety so seriously, can I?”
“Can I see you again tomorrow? I’m due some free time, and I can get Logan or one of the other guys to cover for me with Robbie.” Evan’s face was so hopeful she almost laughed.
“I’m working tomorrow.” She smiled as his face fell. “But I’m free on Wednesday, if you’d like to take a chance on me cooking dinner.”
Evan glanced towards the kitchen, realising that their half-eaten dinner was still sitting on the table.
“Too much effort.” He smiled. “I’ll take you out to dinner. There’s a place not far from the airport that Matt recommended. Hampton something or other. It’s got a Michelin star, and the food is supposed to be incredible. I’ll see if I can get us a reservation.”
“If it’s that good, I doubt you’ll get in.” She shrugged, loving that he’d think of trying.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He grinned. “I can always drop the name of a certain famous footballer we both know. That might open the door
a crack.”
“Well, don’t worry if you can’t.” She smiled. “I’m just as happy with the all you can eat salad bar at the Harvester.”
She watched as Evan dressed quickly and dashed into the kitchen to retrieve his jacket and phone.
He darted back into her room and climbed on the bed to leave her with one last lingering kiss.
“Please don’t wake in the morning with regrets.” He whispered, and she sensed the sincerity in his words. “I want a proper chance to make it up to you for everything I put you through. That’s all I’m asking for… a chance.”
Megan nodded.
“Open mind, remember?” She whispered.
Evan’s phoned started ringing again and he rolled his eyes.
He jumped off the bed and ran for the door.
Just as she waited to hear the front door close, he suddenly reappeared in her bedroom doorway.
“Gotta tell you…” He grinned. “You looked hot as hell in that onesie. Off the fucking charts!”
Megan threw a cushion at him.
“Go and look after my brother.” She couldn’t help but laugh.
“Love you, Meg!” He winked at her before bolting for the door.
When Megan heard the click as he pulled the front door shut behind him, she was still grinning from ear to ear.
Would she have regrets in the morning? Highly likely.
Would she still go out for dinner with him on Wednesday? Highly likely.
Was she gonna get her heart broken again? The jury was still out.
Chapter 31 – Matt
Matt closed the door to his office, glad to leave all the strife outside.
He wondered whether it was a female thing to enjoy drama in the workplace. All he wanted to do was come into work, get some business done and go home. No fuss, no drama, no major crises.
Instead it was starting to feel like a war-zone out there, with battle lines being drawn. Suzy was obviously on one side of the line, and Lacey on the other, and each of them had their own supporters.