Our Sins

by Kimberly Blalock

  Love me.

  A gush of air escapes my mouth in a hurried rush. My hair down and away from my back resting on his legs. My body curves repelling backwards as my hands grip his muscular frame hanging on. Composing myself I release a gasp “Oh… God… Oh!” He spreads my juices over the spot he’ll take me. He’s lubricating it. Preparing me for the pleasure and pain he plans to give. Taking what I’ll give him; what I’ve already given him and fucking loving every second of it.

  Having him anywhere near my body is what I crave. I want it, depend on it and thrive on every electrical connection of ecstasy within it. “Ahh, Evan!” I hiss with the intrusion the tip of his finger at the entrance of my bottom. Suddenly his other hand grips my pussy sweeping across the wetness dipping two fingers inside pushing deep as he takes me fully with the other finger.

  I cry out stilling my thrust. It feels good, but still sensitive to the pressure. Slowly I meet his invasion wanting more. His fingers rub against the front of my entrance meeting that one spot that makes me come every time. Before I know what’s happening, I’m pushing into him slowly at first then catching a rhythm meeting his thrust. His thumb circles my clit pressing hard then soft over and over. “I. I.” I need to come... he’s got me there, right there on the edge. Oh God. His dick is hard and powerful against my back.

  I lean into the hardness that’s curving into my spine attempting to hang on. I release the hold I have on his thigh continuing to hold myself up with the other while reaching behind myself. His soft, smooth veins beg to be rubbed on the edge of the thin skin. His dick jerks with the slight touch I give at the base, running my thumb over the larger vein running along the bottom of his dick. I release him running my fingers to his taint and back to the soft tip. He’s dripping cum from the tip, and I use that to lube my next move way beyond my breaking sanity. My bottom continues pushing him closer, deeper. His tongue back in full action devouring me. I test him, push him.

  Bringing my fingers to my mouth releasing moisture to the tips I continue with my plan. Turning to the side just enough I find his heavy balls, I squeeze them gently in a rolling motion. He winces biting my clit, I pull my hip back from the sting. I don’t let that stop me. Tracing along his taint to that one place I’ve never gone with him. He hesitates, stilling his movements clamping his thighs and holding my hand there. But my fingers continue and begin gently rubbing at the opening I never thought I’d seek. Why would I? My sexual experience before Evan was mundane at best. Marco was a missionary position guy, and I don’t think I ever came with him. Unless I touched myself during sex and even then it wasn’t often; maybe just a handful of times.

  Sex with Evan is a whole new thing for me. We met each other at the starting line, taking every twist and turn to the finish line. Together. Never taking the same route twice, always feeling what the other wanted. Making one another the center of our pleasure. I could never feel anything if he didn’t and he feels the same way. This isn’t something that we’ve ever talked about. In the moment we don’t need to. We feel what the other wants and give it willingly. No one exists in those moments; the world is empty leaving only he and I. Exactly the way I like it.

  I thrust forward again while also providing a slight pressure to his spot. Moaning, begging him to lick me, suck me, and fuck me. Anything to bring the wave of pleasure back again. I’m surprised when his thighs release and another finger sweeps into my pussy. I can hear the wetness begging to escape. Seconds later he’s pressing into my bottom making it two fingers that invade. I hiss from the intrusion, silently screaming that it’s too much, but wanting it just as badly; pressing into him once more writhing, releasing the hold I have on him to keep from falling over. I squeeze his thighs pushing my butt into him, his other hand fucking me with three fingers now. The invading pressure sends me over the edge without warning; just electricity I can’t control. I gyrate my hips into him, begging. “Harder. Fuck. Me. Harder.” My voice releases in a high pitched tone. My legs wrap around his head pulling him in. The orgasm taking several minutes to slow to a halt. Holy shit!

  When it’s gone the intrusion is no longer welcome and truthfully is a little uncomfortable. He releases slowly and I roll off of him panting my face against the soft blanket. My mouth dries from the air I’ve been sucking in with deep breaths.

  Our bodies cling together, his erection building against my skin. Waiting for me to pounce or for him to pounce. He’s letting my body have a few seconds to recuperate before the real pleasure commences.

  He’s prepared me, and I know what I want. My hand slides to his girth feeling the satin feel of his cum beaded up on the head of his dick. He’s more than ready to take what he wants.

  What I want.

  My body curls to the hard muscle my hands have trapped. My tongue teasing the head then running along underneath, pressing firmly on the pulsing vein that’s ready to explode. My mouth covers his length dipping just over the top, my tongue coming down to meet his skin. His body jerks approval in the way his hands push forward against my head wanting me to take more of him. My hand curves at the base and pumps in an upward motion as I lick the beads of cum that continue to trickle out needing to escape. A moan leaves my mouth wanting more of the salty seed. I want him to come in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop of his pleasure, then push him to the limits to have it again. The head seeks me; my tongue, my warmth.

  I hover over him spreading his legs getting a better view of my man. I need something soft and slippery to run along all of the places I want to play, tease, and give absolute pleasure to.

  Before I’m able to explore further, his lips hurry to mine as he quickly brings my body to his, pushing himself hard inside of me. He needs this as much as I do. I need him deeply embedded to my core causing my legs tangle around his hips making it easier for his thickness to slide inside of me. Coercing him deeper.

  I raise my butt from the bed meeting him as he pulls out only to have him thrusting harder as he once again descends inside of me each time harder giving more pleasure bringing me to the edge and then pulling me back with each moment of emptiness as he pulls out again and again sending me back seconds later.

  My eyes open; my hands gripping at the cords of muscle on his shoulders. I want him closer. He’s finding closeness now not pulling out but only pushing deeper finding depths he’s yet to reach. My core tingles from those depths. A strike of pleasure releases, and I know I’m close almost to an implosion. I want him to push harder. I want him to release his orgasm inside of me. My hips swirl and beg, swirl and beg not able to be satisfied unless he’s completely within me; hating any separation.

  “I need to come,” I release in a heavy breath. My hands now gripping at his neck. With a smile, he pushes my thighs from his hips pressing them up leaving me to take him in deeper.

  “You and me,” his words are harsh grunts, “are forever.” He presses his weight into me. “I love you with everything I am, Abby. Everything.” Our bodies are connected. Mouths so close I can’t tell his from mine. Our hands locked in tight grips leaving mine numb with his control; his claim, however silent, but no less a determination to never let me slip from his grasp. “I want to feel you feel me tucked away inside of you; you loving me for the man I want to be. I will be that man one day.” His thrust never slows or falters. Connected, joined as one, we explode together. Breaths, moans, lust, bliss. Our oblivion erupting in pure light that’s flashing in the darkness of my lids.

  Our breaths remain out of control. I don’t speak, never feeling the need to fill any moment with words. Once my pulse has slowed, I tuck myself under his arm tracing my fingers around his chest, tracing his name with imaginary letters. Okay, yeah I do say one thing. “Forever?” And then another. “You promise?” I glance up as he meets my stare, his head bending to meet my gaze.

  “You doubt me?”

  I shake my head. “Never.” A smile peeks.

  “I love looking at your beautiful body.” A serious stare marks his face.


  A smile on mine. “No more than I love staring at yours.” My finger trails below his belly button.

  Spreading my legs, he brings a warm cloth to my girly parts wiping me clean with gentle precision. “Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if I wasn’t in it?” His soft strokes don’t falter.

  Totally caught off guard I sit up pressing my arms to my sides. “Why are you asking this?” He doesn’t answer. “Does this have anything to do with your nightmare?” I whisper, knowing this is very difficult for him. He’s never without confidence, and right now that’s breaking; a crack opening down his center. “Evan?”

  “I- I just wonder if your life would be better, if you’d be happier. Safer.” The latter word a slight whisper barely heard. But I did hear it. And now I know he’s worried.

  I shake my head, but he isn’t watching me so it doesn’t matter. “No, definitely not.” Falling back against the bed, I tilt my head staring at the dim lighting around the ceiling. “I’ve never shared this with anyone, but.” He stills. I take a hesitant breath. “When I was a little girl, Addie and I would play pretend.” My eyes are still focused on the ceiling when I feel is body dip beside me. “There was a prince that would find me and love me forever.” I release a laugh knowing how ridiculous I sound.

  “Go on.” He nudges me after I’ve not spoken for a minute.

  Another long breath. “I pictured him. Tall, dark, and handsome. I always thought him to be dominating and fierce; protecting me from anything.” I bring my hands to my face embarrassed.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “It’s just silly the things little girls dream of. But my point is, I have had that image in my mind my entire life.” I risk a look from under my lashes into his direction.

  “That’s not silly at all. In-fact it’s very endearing.” His hand sweeps across my cheek.

  “Ha. I guess.” I shrug

  “You don’t think so?”

  I shrug. “What I’m trying to say is.” I roll to my left propping my head up with my right arm. “The night that you walked into my life I tried to deny it for a second. But I knew deep down you’re the man I’ve been dreaming of my entire life. How lucky am I to have found that?” I reach for his hand that’s resting on my hip. “So, no, Evan, I never wonder what my life would be like without you because you are my life. Does that make sense?” He nods. “Have things been difficult? Yes. But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m living. With you I’m so happy.” I press a kiss to the palm of his hand.

  “I really want to get us out of this apartment.” Okay, I wasn’t expecting that.

  “Oh?” My eyes squint, a yawn releasing.

  “After what’s happened here… I want us to build your dream home. ” He yawns too because hell their contagious.

  “Really? Wow that would be amazing.” My eyes start to falter. Oh, why now eyes?

  “We’ll talk in the morning. You’re tired.”

  “Okay.” I smile, closing my eyes. Another yawn passing through. Evan pulls me into his arms positioning me in the bed where I’d been sleeping earlier.

  “I love you.”

  I love you. Sleep pulls me in not letting the words to leave my lips.

  I’ve showered, dressed, made the bed, and it’s not even eight in the morning. Evan wasn’t home when I woke an hour ago. His side of the bed was cold and empty, the worst possible way to wake up in the morning.

  I breathe in and out slowly to ward off anxiety.

  Walking through the hall to the kitchen I run my hand along the thin white curtain that covers the large floor-to-ceiling windows making up the wall for this entire side of the apartment.

  Maybe I’ll start some breakfast. Orange juice sounds nice. Maybe a bagel or fruit.

  I’m okay until I have to pass the living room. It hasn’t been that long ago; a few weeks since Monica tried to kill us right there. Next to the sofa I can’t rip my eyes from. Everyone wants me to talk about how it makes me feel. I don’t want to. Evan made an appointment for me to see a shrink. I’ll be seeing her soon. Dreading that. Forgetting what happened is how I’m convinced I’ll heal. Ignore it and poof, it’ll disappear. Right?

  I walk into the kitchen ready to busy myself with preparing breakfast. If I’m busy, it’s less likely my mind will fall to that dark place of ‘what ifs’. Not the kind of what ifs Evan was talking about last night, but the kind of ‘what if that crazy bitch hadn’t come here and held us at gun point.’

  My hands keep busy preparing the orange juice and tossing the orange peelings inside the metal trashcan. I’ve toasted a bagel and cut a few strawberries and half of a cantaloupe. When I sit down at the kitchen island, my eyes wonder to that room again. That couch, the floor. “Ugh,” I groan tossing the bagel onto the saucer. My Appetite completely lost.

  My frustration has me rushing to my feet reaching for the saucer. I quickly toss the bagel into the trashcan and place the saucer into the sink to be washed later. I’m suffocating within these walls, I decide I need some fresh air. I pad into the bedroom gathering my phone and bag. I’ll leave and drive around the city or maybe I need a long walk to clear my thoughts.

  “Hey,” I hear from behind me, sending me to the ceiling. I grab my chest and instantly smack Evan’s chest.

  “You scared the freaking shit out of me.” My heart pounds in my ears. I fall to the bed catching my breath.

  “I’m sorry.” Evan kneels at my feet resting his arms on my thighs. “I have a surprise for you. I want to take you somewhere. Show you something.” His eyes and those dimples. God this man is so beautiful.

  “I do love surprises,” I answer biting my bottom lip. He smiles big and bright, exuding that Evan confidence.

  I melt.

  Ah, I love this man. How could he think I’d want anything else? Seriously?

  “Yea, I definitely know you do.” He winks. “But I guarantee you’ll more than love this surprise.” He stands pulling my hand along with him. I quickly hang my bag over my shoulder trying not to trip over my own feet as he continues to pull.

  “I’m coming. I’m coming.” I laugh. Okay, I kinda giggle. Like a teenage girl. I need fun. I need something else besides this damn apartment.

  We’ve not ventured out too much these last few weeks. I’ve stayed tied up in here, ready to come unglued, but because Evan feels more content knowing I’m here safe, I put up with it. Today was the first that I’d fully intended on getting the hell out and running far and fast. Luckily, now Evan’s here and he will be with me.

  Evan and I step outside the corridor leading to the elevator. I quickly spot Brent leaning on the wall next to the door. As he straightens his stance, he smoothes out his jacket greeting us as I close the door. Brent’s always close by.

  Brent is my personal security. Evan supposed to stay with me twenty-four-seven. He provides me enough space that I don’t feel smothered. I actually rarely see him when I’m at home. I do invite him in for dinner when he’s worked a long shift I always save him something and when he’s off I feed the others. Their all very nice to me. Professional as all hell. Evan wouldn’t have it any other way, but they’re very polite and treat me like a normal person. They smile and call me ma’am. That part can be a little creepy.

  Do I look like a ma’am? No. I definitely do not.

  But my point is; when we’re here they leave me to my space. When I’m out, they’re always very near. If I go out there’re usually two of them for fear someone’s out there. I guess anyways. I’m not entirely sure what Evan’s worried about. Monica’s gone. I witnessed that happen with my very own eyes. I felt the vibrations as the bullet made contact with her skull. I felt her hot blood cover my body when her skull shattered on the side of her head. I know she’s gone. I know that her physical body is gone. It’s her lingering ghost that terrifies me.

  Call me crazy, cause I sure the hell do, but I feel her watching me. I get the heebie geebies and goosebumps that prickle my skin from just the mere thought.

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nbsp; Honestly, with the texts and pictures that I’ve been getting lately, I don’t mind that they follow me. I do feel safer with them around. Protected. Especially if Evan isn’t with me. When he’s away, I feel very naked. Exposed.

  I shiver.

  I cling to Evan not liking the thought of him having to be away from me.

  I don’t know who’s sending the texts to me, but I figure if they want to hurt me they would’ve. Instead, they send text messages. Not so threatening in my book.

  Evan remains quiet until we reach the hummer when he opens the passenger door. “My lady.” He bows. Always the gentleman without fail. I laugh. He can be so sweet. When Evan and I are together, the others stay at a fair distance. He likes to have his time with me. Just us. Alone. Evan closes the door and Brent retrieves his vehicle parked next to the hummer.

  Driving to my surprise has a rush of excitement soaking into my veins. I nervously toss and shift in my seat.

  “You okay?” Evan asks, reaching for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.

  “Yes.” I fidget again.

  “Hmmm,”

  “Can I guess where we’re going?” I ask excitedly.

  “Sure.” He nods

  “Really?” Wait I know better than that. “Are you going to tell me if I guess correctly?”

  “Nope.” His face doesn’t falter from the road, his mirror, and back to the road. I knew it.

  “You’re such a tease, Evan Young.” My phone rings inside of my bag. Evan releases my hand so I can retrieve it from the backseat.

  “Hey,” I answer knowing its Amy.

  “Holy crap. What’s wrong with your phone?”

  “What’re you talking about?”

  “I’ve called all morning and it rings to some random person.”