I didn’t even know what to wear. I had some pieces of lingerie, but I didn’t want to open the door and let him think off the bat that this was some booty call. I opted for a simple grey T-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. Underneath the shirt and pants, I opted for one of my sexier bra and panty sets; a teal lace bra with a matching thong.
I was about to make myself a cup of tea to settle my nerves about tonight when the red light above the door flashed indicating I had company. I inhale a long cleansing breath and open the door. The mere sight of him makes my heart pick up pace. His blue eyes gaze warmly at me, and my chest explodes.
“Come in,” I say, waving him in. I wonder if my voice conveys how I am shaking inside and I don’t know if it is only nerves or the fact that I want to jump this man’s bones. He walks past me and immediately turns around, pulling me into his arms. If I am not mistaken, he looks nervous. His crooked smile is giving him away.
“It’s good to see you,” he says, and again I wished I knew the sound of his voice. Was it deep and throaty? Was it low and baritone? He keeps his arms around my waist and that electricity I felt around him is back full force along with my hormones and my sex neglected woman parts.
“Carter is with his dad tonight,” I blurt out, remembering I already told him Carter wouldn’t be here. I worry it sounds odd like maybe I was telling him we have a green light to get it on. I feel so awkward.
“He’s a great kid, but I’m glad to have some alone time with you.” He brushes his nose against mine and our lips touch, but he doesn’t kiss me. His breath smells minty.
“I’d like that too.”
He follows me deeper into my apartment. He is wearing a suit tonight. I feel an aura of power around him now that he is in a suit as opposed to the jeans he wore on our previous dates. It reminds me that this man meets with the president, entertains dignitaries…
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asks and presses his nose to mine briefly causing my breath to hitch before he pulls away.
“Your suit reminds me that you are the governor,” I say and I know it sounds weird, but somehow in my head on the last few dates, I tried to convince myself that he was just a regular guy.
He chuckles, and again I wish I knew the sound of his laughter. “I’m still the same guy whether I’m in a suit and tie or a pair of jeans,” he replies. I want to tell him that he looks hot as sin in his suit but something tells me that his ego is inflated enough.
“Isn’t the governor’s mansion in Springfield? Why are you always in Chicago?” I ask, knowing this because I also teach history and the governor’s mansion has been in use since 1855.
“Yes, the governor’s mansion is in Springfield, and I do occupy it in a way, but I hate it there. It’s big and empty. I much prefer my apartment here in the city. Truth is since I met you I’ve been spending more time in Chicago than I have in Springfield,” he says, and his blue eyes blaze as he makes the admission. My chest turns warm and saliva pools in the back of my throat. Fuck! I am so turned on by him.
“Oh,” is the only word I can formulate right now.
He walks toward me at such a slow pace, and I feel like someone has pressed a slow-motion button. I take a large gulp as he closes the distance between us. He pushes a stray strand of hair off my face. “I’ve been thinking about kissing the hell out of you all day,” he says. My knees buckle, at least they feel like they do because the next thing I know his lips are on mine, hot and wanting. He kisses softly at first before his tongue begs entrance into my mouth. His taste is as intoxicating as I remembered. Our lips meshed together in a way that tells me, we fit. This is more than perfect. This kiss is everything.
Chapter Sixteen
Colton
I’m kissing her, and I can’t think straight. We did a whole lot of talking these past couple of weeks, and tonight I just want her naked body pressed to mine. She wraps her arms around my neck showing me that her thoughts are moving in the same direction. I press my lips to hers and kiss the air right out of her. Holding her in my arms feels right. The kiss is hot. Our lips meld together in perfect harmony. My body hums with need.
She pulls back, out of breath. “Um, wow.” She’s holding her chest smiling. I take it as a good sign, but I’m out of my element. At this point, I would usually sweep her off her feet. Carry her to the bedroom and show her what a generous lover I am.
“I hope that was okay,” I say hesitantly. I’m at a loss for words. I stand, waiting as she catches her breath. “Do you want to sit and talk?” I ask even though it’s the last thing on my mind. I still want to come across as a gentleman even though tonight I’m feeling anything but.
“Talk…” she repeats before lunging herself toward me. Her lips press hard against mine, and once again we seem entangled in each other. My arms around her waist press her tight little body against my hard one, and I’m hard all over right now. The kiss is intense. Our tongues lash out hungrily. She’s hot for me and horny as hell. I remember her saying it’s been awhile since she’s had sex and my feisty redhead seems to be a firecracker ready to detonate. I pull her up from her waist and murmur, “Bed…where’s a bed?” I realize she can’t hear me as I press kisses down her neck to her collarbone. I pull my head back. “Can we take this to a bedroom?”
She nods, removing her legs from my body and takes me by the hand like she’s on a mission. I follow her into her bedroom. It’s simple with a white bed frame and a blue floral comforter. It’s homey in here too, and seems so Evie. I lift her up in my arms and lay her back on the bed, my hungry eyes raking over every inch of her body.
“You smell so good,” she says, and I love how honest and real she is. She isn’t acting like the sex kittens I’m used to.
“Can I take off all your clothes?” I ask, but really, I feel like I’m asking her permission to have sex with her. She nods and begins to lift her T-shirt over her head to reveal small pert tits and a lace bra. I start to unbutton my dress shirt, and she licks her lips. My dick is pulsating in my pants as I think of how good she’s going to feel.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I say, and then I worry about cursing around her. It almost feels wrong. “Come here.” I extend my hand to help her up to me. I thought I wanted her flat on her back, but now I want something else entirely. I want her completely unhinged by lust. She gives me her hand willingly. I seemed to have gained her trust. Will she hate me when she realizes that I like sex dirty?
I walk her over to the wall and place each of her palms above her head spread out a couple of feet. I move her red hair to the side of her shoulder and set soft kisses down her neck. Small goosebumps erupt on her milky skin. I can’t be a gentle lover for long. My soft kisses turn into hungry nips as my need to brand her skin grows. I watch her breathing pick up. She doesn’t push me away, so I take it that she’s game. I spin her, so she’s facing me.
“Evie, if I do something you don’t like, lift your left hand or tap my shoulder. I don’t want to do something you don’t want,” I repeat to make sure she understands me.
She nods her head.
“Tell me what I just said,” I say, needing her confirmation.
“You want me to lift my left hand if I’m uncomfortable. I’m comfortable. I’m enjoying you.” Her grin is salacious which heats me up even more.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, and she listens. Her willingness to trust me and listen to me makes me so hot because I know she must be out of her element. I slip my hand into her yoga pants and allow two fingers to graze her clit. “You’re soaked.”
She looks back at me with heat in her eyes. She doesn’t say a word, but I feel like she’s anticipating my next move. I begin to lower her pants along with a thong she’s wearing, and as I reach her knees, I drop down to my knees and remove her pants from her ankles. She’s breathing hard with anticipation. I slowly run both my hands over her calves and up the back of her thighs. When I reach her slightly rounded ass, I cup it hard then with my right hand give
it a loud smack that I know must sting. She lets out a gasp but before she has time to react I slide my finger into her opening from behind. With her palms spread along the wall and with her ass facing me, she looks delectable. I begin to pump my finger. She lets out soft moans and begins to move her hips needing friction. I pull my finger out, and she gasps again.
“Please, Colton,” she says but she doesn’t turn her head, so I know she isn’t expecting an answer. I drop to my knees and smack her ass again, hard. I don’t wait for a reaction before I bury my face between her thighs. As my tongue grazes her clit, I feel lost in her. Her taste intoxicating. My tongue is hungry for her orgasm. I don’t relent as I lap up her juices, running my tongue over her clit. I add a finger to pump her just as hard, and she’s writhing above me. Her fine ass on display, her swollen pussy in my face. I’m close to fucking blowing my load, which is a first for me since I pride myself on my self-control. Only with her, it’s different. My self-control is lost and all I can see, taste and feel is her.
“I can’t stand. I’m going to fall. I’m going to come, Colton…I’m…coming.” She falls into her orgasm, and her legs vibrate with the intensity and her need to remain upright. I don’t relent, grazing my tongue while pumping her hard. The view of her pussy is fucking surreal like a fresh swollen peach I can’t get enough of. Her orgasm isn’t loud, but the vibrations racking her body are intense. She grips my shoulders for support, and I place each of my palms on her firm round ass. Holding her up but also keeping her in place. When she comes down from the ecstasy, I release her slowly and look into her heavy-lidded eyes.
“Whoa.” She slides down to the floor to catch her breath staring blankly at the space in front of her. She looks very well fucked by my mouth, a look I like too much on her, maybe because I view her as innocent. I quickly remove my trousers and boxers and watch as her eyes sparkle in the dark as she takes in my naked form. She still looks spent, so I take a seat beside her on the floor. She places her head on my shoulder as we both sit with our backs to the cold wall. I want to give her a moment to calm down when she gets up on her knees and takes my hand in hers. I don’t know what she has in mind, but by the seductive look, she’s giving me I like her train of thought.
“Stand,” she says looking into my eyes. I hop up on my two feet, but she stays kneeled in front of me. A small hiss escapes my lips as her mouth moves closer and closer to my cock.
I grab her chin and tilt it upwards so that she’s looking at me. “You don’t have to,” I say as my cock pulsates too close to her succulent mouth.
She nods her head and presses me with a little force against the wall and before I can breathe another word her warm mouth envelopes my cock. She pulls back with suction and then downs the length of my eight-inch cock. Fucking hell. “Fuck.” I jeer as my head tilts back enjoying her mouth. The way it caresses my length, the way she uses her hands to cup my sac. I’m a fucking goner. I look down as her long red hair swishes back and forth with her movements. I watch as her breasts bounce with the force she uses to suck me down hard and fast. I need to come, and I say it out loud, my mind in a fog when I remember she didn’t hear me. Fuck! I don’t have time to catch her attention as her mouth gives me a long pull, the suction harsh, her hand pumping me at my base. I begin to come, and she removes her mouth, and I’m scared I’ve completely freaked her out, but then she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue while continuing to pump me with her hand. I come all over her fucking tongue, and it’s filthy and so erotic. I like to dominate in the bedroom. I’ve held a woman’s hair back while commanding her to do exactly this but never have I ceded control, given the reins over so to speak and felt this way, had such a dirty blow job. When I’ve blown my load, she slows her rhythm down. I give her a hand to help her off her knees. My cum has dripped down her chin.
“Evie that was so…” I feel at a loss for words.
Her cheeks turn a little red. She can’t be blushing after that. “Good?” she questions.
“Hot, dirty, sexy.” My voice is rough. “Where’s your bathroom? Let me clean you up.”
She points to the door. “Just on the right. There are towels under the sink.” I give her a soft kiss on her cheek and head for the washroom to clean off my cock and get a warm towel to clean her up. When I return to the bedroom she’s lying flat on her back at the head of the bed her red hair splayed beside her. Her nipples pointing to the ceiling, perfect rose-colored buds that I can’t wait to suckle. I climb the bed on my knees and use the cloth to wipe her face gently. She doesn’t say anything. She just watches me intently. When I’m done with her face, I put the washcloth on her nightstand and settle in beside her. I lift her arm and pat my chest for her to lie on me. We lie quietly for a few moments both of us fixated on the ceiling. Me hoping that I haven’t scared her off with my sexual prowess.
“I have a confession.” Her voice breaks the silence. She shifts up the bed a little so that we are eye level.
“You have my attention.”
“That was the hottest sexual encounter I’ve ever had.” She bursts into laughter like a school girl. Her laughter is infectious, and I laugh too because she’s too damn cute.
“Evie, you’re one hell of a seductress,” I say, and she smiles appreciatively. “I’ve gotta say I didn’t expect you to like sex so filthy dirty.”
“I don’t. I don’t know what got into me. It’s you. I was fantasizing about doing that all day. I’ve never had such a dirty fantasy before. It seems like you bring out my dark desires.”
At her words, I feel heat flare in my eyes, and it doesn’t take long for the blood to run south to my cock turning me rock solid again. “I fantasized about eating your pussy all day. I didn’t know you would be such a dirty girl.” I admit too, and I watch as her throat bobs. She’s turned on again too. I can see the heat flaring in her eyes, the way her chest rapidly moves with each breath. “You turned on?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“I don’t know if it was watching you say pussy or calling me a dirty girl but I’m so wet right now I don’t understand it. It can’t be possible.”
“It’s possible. Look how my body reacts to you.” I squeeze my throbbing cock in my hand, and it pulsates. She licks her naturally red lips. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
Before we can breathe another word, our lips collide with hot fervor. We devour each other like we are each other’s last meal; like we are the breath we need to survive. I don’t know what’s happening but I’m spiraling, no falling, for this woman. I break the kiss apart, and a loud pop radiates through the room. She gives me an anticipatory look because after a kiss like that nobody is backing away.
“Climb on top of me,” I say to her as I lay on my back. She nods and climbs me. We both pause a little wide-eyed. “Condom. Right.” I chide myself for not already having one ready. She’s making me lose my head. I reach down to the floor and pull a condom out of my pocket. Fuck it if it looks presumptuous, we’ve been skating around the electricity between us for weeks. Now that we are together I know she feels it too. She rips the condom out of my hand breaks the wrapper with her teeth and sheathes my cock. I may have dominated the bedroom before Evie, but I can tell she’s going to give me a run for my money and truth is I like her self-assurance.
With my cock sheathed, she places her entrance right above my cock, her eyes glued to mine. It’s intense watching another person so intently during sex. I’m guessing this is her way of communication, reading body language. She begins to ride me slowly at first, then picking up speed. I tilt my hips so that she can rub that sweet clit of hers along my length. Her pussy begins to swell, and her eyes slowly lull shut, I close my eyes too, and just feel the moment, feel her riding me, her pussy hugging me, her wetness sheathing me. I’m lost to her. To the moment. She makes soft sounds as she comes, her body telling me so much more than the sounds leaving her mouth. I allow my release to take over and it spurs her on. She rides me fast and hard
, milking mine and her orgasm right to the end. Then I feel her breasts pressed against the skin of my chest. Our bodies are slick with sweat. I run my fingers through her disheveled hair as we fight to catch our breaths. When both our breathing slows she rolls onto the bed beside me.
I tap her shoulder so that she looks up to me. “I’ll take care of this.” I run off to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, feeling a sense of loss for leaving her bed. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me or who this man is that feels so enthralled with a woman but I decide not to overthink it. I’ve had my share of panic attacks, I’ve analyzed my relationship issues like there’s no fucking tomorrow. Right now, I just want to be, and that’s what I do when I head back to bed with Evie. In the past, I would be pulling on my trousers right about now, but in this instance, I don’t want to leave. I want to stay. I want to be here with her.
I slip under the covers beside her and pull her into my embrace.
“Colton.” Her soft voice breaks the silence in the room again. She lifts her head to look at me. “What’s happening?” she asks, and I know what she’s asking, but I don’t have an answer. This thing between us is intense. Too intense and I’m not running.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
She bites her lip a little too hard. “Colton,” she says again and the way she says my name sounds so sweet. “If we are doing this I need you to promise me that you won’t be with other women.” The minute those words leave her mouth I cringe. I gather she must know about the long trail of women I’ve left behind. But that seems unfathomable when it comes to her.
“No other women, Evie. Only you. I only want you,” I say.
“Why?” she asks, and I can’t blame her, it’s an honest question, and she wants to protect herself.
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