Evaleen looked up and nodded for me to come sit beside her. I moved, the bed dipped, and she touched my thigh to straighten. I felt it in my cock.
“How about we don’t do anything. At least for right now.” I glanced at my bedside clock. “It’s only nine o’clock. We can talk if you’d like.”
She nodded. I kicked off my shoes and laid back in the bed, patting the space beside me. She slipped off her shoes and came to lay beside me. I turned to face her, but she stayed on her back staring at my ceiling.
“You mentioned last week at my place that you knew about Shane. About me. What do you know?”
I needed to explain this to her but if I wanted her to relax, discussing her past wasn’t going to do it.
“Maybe not talking about that right now.”
Evaleen turned to face me, her eyes narrowed. “You brought me here to tell me about him. Now, all of a sudden, you don’t want to talk about him?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you anything. I just want you to relax. I want you to orgasm, not run screaming from my place.”
“Well that definitely won’t relax me. Why would I scream?”
I took a breath and decided to let it out. “Other than what I showed you on my laptop, Damien, or as you know him, Shane, is part of a dangerous organization. He came back into town a few months ago. Somehow Ashton is a part of it too. I believe Mimir has been compromised, but I haven’t seen any direct evidence. Whatever they did, it was beyond anything I could find.”
“Shit. That really won’t bring me to orgasm.”
I laughed at that. Evaleen smiled which turned into laughter. I reached over and pushed a strand of her golden hair that had fallen over her cheek.
“Ah, Evaleen, it’s moments like this that you shine.”
Her cheeks turned pink and she sucked on that thick lower lip of hers. “Maybe if you kiss me, Edgar, that might help relax me.”
I agreed wholeheartedly. Kissing was the best medicine for her.
“If you think it will help—” I didn’t even know why I said that. My mouth was already on hers before I finished talking.
I held back letting Evaleen take the lead. After all, this was about her. Though it was hard not to pull and tug and stroke everything I wanted.
After a minute of light kissing, she pulled her head back. “Edgar, are you okay?”
“Yes, of course. Is it too much?”
Her eyes slanted sideways. “Uh, no. No, it’s not that. If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like it’s your duty to bring me to orgasm.”
Her smile was weak. I wondered for a moment if it was me. If I was the problem. No, that’s never been the case when I had been with women.
Then Evaleen reached out her hand and patted me on my shoulder.
My God, it was me.
That was a pat you gave a child when they made you a mud pie while playing outside. It was a you’re sweet pat laced with a hint of pity.
“Did you not like the kiss?” I had to find out.
Her eyes widened but darted around, never landing on my face. “No. It was a good kiss.”
Yeah, the kiss sucked.
“Look, Edgar, maybe we should stick to talking for now. Move on to kissing later, or maybe we don’t have to kiss.” Her hopeful smile caused my chest to constrict.
I did the only thing I could do in this situation, I mouth fucked her. My hand slid behind her neck, cradling but giving enough force to pull her close. At first my lips danced over hers while my tongue skated the edges, daring her to open her mouth.
Evaleen’s lips parted with a moan so light that at first, I thought it was the creak of my bed. But I felt it in her teeth. The vibration as my tongue lapped my way inside.
The key to a good mouth fucking was the tongue. It should act like your dick. First languid strokes but just when she would start to understand the rhythm, pull back and nip at her lips, maybe even her chin.
I did all that.
My eyelids lifted just enough to see she was gone. I thought I would smile, feel as if I’d proven something, but I felt just as lost. Her mouth was swollen and her skin glowed. Evaleen was drunk on what I was giving her, and I had barely started.
If she were any other woman I’d have her naked by now, working my way down her body. But this was Evaleen, and it wasn’t about what I wanted. I wanted to taste her, to feel her wrapped around me. She didn’t necessarily want any of that, or any of that with me.
My fingers itched to slip under her skirt and slide over the lace I had to believe was under that skirt. I bet she wore the skimpiest lingerie. Barely-there lace that held to her skin as if it possessed it.
A growl escaped.
I had never growled before. But I had never been with a woman like Evaleen before either. I was afraid the growl was too much for her. I tried to pull away to assess, but her hand reached around my head and held me.
Even her leg wrapped around my hip pulling me toward her. Her hand slid down my neck to my chest and I knew what she wanted. Evaleen wanted to touch me but my shirt was in the way.
With much regret, I stopped our kiss and pulled back, sitting up to rip my shirt off. Buttons flew everywhere but I didn’t care, I would give her anything she wanted.
When I settled back down, I pushed her onto her back, knocking her knees apart so she could wrap her legs around me. She figured it out quickly.
As my lips found hers it felt like coming home. I was lost in seconds because everything about her felt good. No, that wasn’t it. It felt electric. Addictive. That there was nothing better than being in her arms.
God, I wanted to fuck her.
My hand moved to her breast knowing how much she loved that. My fingers plucked that hard nipple and her body shook. Not just that, but her hips came up and heat rubbed all over my cock.
I was about to lose it so I lifted my head. She opened her eyes, they were glazed and so beautiful.
“Do you still want to stop kissing?” I said.
TWENTY-FOUR
Evaleen
Where was I?
Oh, that’s right, Edgar was blowing my mind with his tongue.
I had never been kissed like that. Ever. Not even close. If men had kissed me like that before, I would have handed in my V-card years ago.
Yet he stopped. Why had Edgar stopped kissing me? He was asking me something but the sexual fog was drowning out any sound. I heard grunts and that growl. Fuck, that growl did it for me.
Was that weird? I hoped not. Having him lose it like that over just kissing me, well, I knew my panties were soaked.
“No, Edgar, I want to keep kissing. So, shut up and start smacking your lips on my face.”
“You’re bossy. I like that.”
I tilted my head, my eyesight slowly clearing. “You’re just now figuring out that I’m bossy?”
Then he smacked me on my ass. My legs were still wrapped around him as he sat up so my ass was raised.
I liked it. In fact, I arched my back and groaned. Just like when he pinched my nipples. It seemed anything Edgar did to me felt incredible.
“How about I take off this skirt of yours? You have it bunched up anyway.” Edgar focused on it, slipping his finger just under the hem and lifting it. Peeking like a little pervert.
“You like looking up women’s skirts?”
He didn’t stop but his eyes flickered to mine. “I like looking up yours.”
“Take it off,” he added.
How could anyone say no to a man with a chest so cut I was afraid I would leave with scrapes. A man that looked like a Nordic god. When his dimples made an appearance, I think every cell in my body detonated.
I twisted my body and unhooked the back of my skirt, unzipping it with trembling fingers. He gave a tug and it slipped right off.
His nostrils flared as he stared at my panties. “I knew it,” he whispered.
I looked down. “Knew what?”
His face fell to my
lap, hands cupping my thighs and he inhaled. “Fuck, I knew you would have the sexiest panties under all these clothes.” His sight drifted to my blouse. “How about your bra? Does it match?”
“Yeah.”
My body throbbed in just about every place I never realized it could. His eyes ate me, and I worried his mouth was next.
Not that I was scared of his mouth down there. Even though I had heard of going down on a woman but never had the experience, it didn’t scare me. I had given a few blow jobs in my time, and even though I didn’t like how the men treated me during it, they seemed to enjoy themselves. I figure if a woman could go down on a man, why couldn’t a man go down on a woman? It only seemed fair.
I was worried what that would entail. The logistics of it. Where do I put my hands? What if I had to fart? These are things that went through my head at the worst times, like now.
“Can I see?” Edgar said.
“Only if I can see yours too.”
Wow, that sounded dumb. Way to go, Evaleen. I had to make the sexiest, most erotic experience of my life into a play yard taunt.
“I’ll show you anything you want.”
He unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. His pants hit the floor and I was left with Edgar in the smallest pair of gray briefs I had ever seen on a man. Obviously, I hadn’t seen many men in person in underwear of any kind, but I had seen movies and television shows, and mannequins in store displays. There always seemed to be more fabric on the brief, but this basically covered his package and ass cheeks and not much else.
I had to touch. Moving up to my elbow, I reached for him but he grabbed my wrist. His eyes were on fire as I gazed up. Edgar didn’t say a word. His sight dipped to my chest.
He let go of me and threw my arm aside before going after the buttons on my blouse. They were tiny and he was having trouble. His fingers curled into the fabric and pulled. He yanked it hard causing the buttons to fly everywhere.
That should have scared me but it didn’t. How could I be fearful by the way Edgar groaned as he lightly brushed the back of his fingers over my chest and down my stomach.
His other hand cupped his cock. It was so hard that it stretched his briefs to the point that the waistband didn’t touch his skin.
“Why don’t you touch yourself, Evaleen.”
I knew that wasn’t a question. Edgar had been sweet and careful before but now, something was different. It was raw and animalistic and it made my skin prick with excitement.
Despite my body humming with anticipation, I didn’t move. Edgar reached down, the warmth of his hand sent currents up my arm as he took my hand. He placed it over my panties.
“How does that feel, Evaleen?”
His hand slipped under his briefs and yanked at his cock. I jerked, not from the touch of my own hand but from watching how he stroked himself.
“That’s it, Evaleen. Now slip your finger under the lace.” Edgar’s eyes were laser focused on my hand. He pushed at my thighs, widening them before trailing his finger down, down until his hand tugged at the lace.
The arm muscles in his upper arm moved and tightened as he worked himself harder.
“Can I touch you?” he asked.
Only it was me who wanted to touch him. I wanted to see what was hiding under those briefs. How would he like my touch? Was it something he even wanted?
I waved for him to move and I lifted my hips, discarding my panties. They were wet and in the way.
He settled back between my legs and brushed his fingers over my wetness. His head fell back as he groaned. I moaned too. Whatever he was doing felt good. Better than anything I had done to myself.
The way I spread my legs wider and rolled my hips in attempt to get more was almost enough to embarrass me. Almost.
“Look at how wet you are.” Edgar held up two glistening fingers.
“Is that, uh . . . is that bad?”
I knew when I got turned on my panties were damp, but maybe there was something wrong with me?
Edgar shook his head and came to lay beside me, his fingers languidly playing between my legs. “On no, Evaleen. It’s so good. So good.” Then he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them like a popsicle.
Fuck, that was hot. I arched my back watching him.
Then he leaned forward, I could feel his lips on my ear. “Do you want me to do that to you?”
I closed my eyes afraid he would see how wild they were. How I was about to weep from what he was doing to me. Not tears of sadness or fear, but of erotic pain.
“Yes. God yeah, Edgar. Please.”
I had no restraint anymore. How he touched himself, how he looked at me, and especially how he touched me, I lost all self-control. Maybe tomorrow I would regret everything. Maybe he would too, but tonight I wanted him to do everything to me.
Edgar licked and kissed and even bit his way down my body. As I watched him, I noticed there were holes in my lace bra from his teeth. But that was nothing.
Everything that he did until that point felt like a light tickle, nothing more than a single brush of a feather. What he did next was him tearing everything down with full force.
First, it was his tongue. It seemed to swirl and push and had me bucking into the air. I did that so much he curled his arm under my thigh and over my stomach to lock me into place. When he sucked on me I was thankful his arm was there because if it hadn’t I might have fallen off the bed.
I lifted myself and leaned against my elbow watching him push himself on me. There was something wonderful about that. It made me feel like he would do anything to please me.
Men never made me feel like that. It was always the opposite, like I should be pleasing them. But when Edgar flickered his eyes up to mine I saw a rawness reflected back. I knew this was a one-time thing, but I was glad this time was with Edgar and not some guy only wanting me to please him.
He lifted his head, licking his lips before he panted out, “I’m going to make you come now.”
TWENTY-FIVE
Edgar
Evaleen’s eyes rolled up into her head, and I wondered if just telling her she was about to come would make her orgasm.
But she hadn’t. Her lips were swollen and on the verge of blooming for me, but not quite yet.
I would have liked to make this last a little longer. But two things had me picking up the pace.
This would be her first orgasm. Unless she was lying, which I didn’t think she was because who would ever make that up? I wanted her to experience total bliss as soon as possible. She had been waiting an awfully long time for it.
I was at my breaking point. I wanted to fuck her. Now that I had tasted her and witnessed how incredibly sexy she was, I wanted to be inside her like I had never wanted to be inside anyone, ever. If this lasted much longer, I was liable to say anything to get inside her. Share things I kept private. Once this was over I planned to clean up in the bathroom. And by clean up, I meant rub one out.
“Yes, Edgar, please.”
I shivered when she begged me. Being with her was different than any sexual play I had done in the past. It was so much better. I think it was better than any sex too. With Evaleen it was wild, savage. As if I couldn’t get enough of her. I tore her shirt and I knew I ripped her bra.
At this point I didn’t care that I ruined her clothes, I could always buy her new ones. That was an idea. Maybe when we got to London I could take her shopping. Have her model clothes for me to buy just so I could rip them off her again.
One step at a time, Edgar.
Right now I had to bring her to orgasm, so I slipped back down and wrapped my lips over her clit. Sucking with a swipe of my tongue every few seconds, Evaleen’s hips were wild. I was afraid she might accidently kick me in the head until I held her down with my arm.
I could only imagine how amazing she would be fucking me. I bet she could easily break beds. Maybe even break me. At least I would die happy.
My hand that held her down slipped up to catch her rigid nippl
e between my finger and thumb. I twisted and flicked in rhythm with what my lips did to her clit. Evaleen let out a loud moan, her hips going crazy again. I felt her body vibrate on my tongue.
My cock ached and I couldn’t help but rub it against the silky-smooth sheets that covered the firm mattress of my bed as I sucked on Evaleen. She tasted like paradise. Better than anything I could possibly have imagined. Part of me didn’t want this to end. I could lick her all night but my dick would hate me. Punish me.
I gave Evaleen the final touch to bring her there. I slipped two fingers inside her. My hand that I had positioned under her ass, getting my fill of that luscious cheek, slid around to work her.
Evaleen was soaked; so wet that I wondered if two fingers would be enough but when her fingers curled into my hair, I knew it was perfect. I gazed up to find a woman in a state of unraveling. In that moment, everything that caused her pain, caused her stress, the moments that hurt her in her past, slipped into nothingness.
My fingers slid in and out of her, my tongue tickled her clit, and my fingers pulled, leaving Evaleen helpless. Tears streamed down her face as her mouth fell open, letting out a cry of relief.
“Edgar.” Her voice deep, sultry yet yearning.
The years of pent up frustration unraveled from seizing muscles and throaty words.
My movements slowed as I became mesmerized as this woman who I thought was completely untouchable melted from what I could do to her.
Evaleen fell back on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I crawled up her body, kissing her glistening skin along the way.
My cock twitched, reminding me that he needed attention but this wasn’t about him. This was about the woman I had fantasized about for fifteen years. Being this close to her, showing her how I could make her feel. That was my dream come true.
Her eyes fluttered open. Evaleen’s hair was a tangled mess and her lips still held the signs of how we got there. In other words, she had never looked more striking.
“Happy first orgasm day. I don’t think I have cake but—”
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