by Liz Davis
“Thanks again.” She looked up to meet his eyes.
She wanted to tell him how much she missed him and how often he was on her mind, but instead she remained quiet. The last thing she wanted was to be seen as desperate.
“No problem, Maya. Let me know if you have any more problems, and take care, okay?”
“You, too.” She called after him as he turned away from the car.
Maya started up the engine and backed up her car, then drove out of the garage. As she was heading out of the parking lot, she noticed a gray SUV pull up, and as soon as she saw it, she began to wonder why it seemed so familiar to her. It took her a little while to remember, but then she came to the realization that it appeared to be the car that had rear-ended them that day they’d run into Dylan. As the driver exited the vehicle, her suspicions were confirmed. It was the same lady she had seen on the day of the accident, and she was even wearing another one of those gypsy skirts. Lifting her foot off the gas pedal, she allowed her car to slow to a crawl. She watched in her rearview mirror as the woman headed for the garage, giving Evan a wave as she spotted him.
Maya’s lips pressed tightly together as she recalled the woman’s flirtatious personality, but before her emotions could get too out of control, she decided to rein them back in. The woman was probably just there getting repairs done on her car, so what was she getting so worked up about? It had been quite a hard impact after all, so the lady’s SUV had to have a fair amount of bumper damage. As soon as she came to this realization, she felt relief wash over her. But the feeling didn’t last very long at all, because what she saw next left her with an ache in the lower pit of her stomach. She gazed intently into the mirror, watching as Evan and the gypsy skirt woman walked out of the garage and toward the SUV. Once they reached the vehicle, they both got inside, and then there was the sound of the car starting up. Not wanting Evan to spot her, Maya pressed her foot on the gas pedal and drove out of the parking lot, making a turn onto the road. Taking a passing glance in the rearview mirror, she caught sight of the SUV making its own exit, and watched as it took off in the opposite direction of where her own car was driving. She wasn’t entirely certain that anything was going on between Evan and the gypsy skirt lady, but then again, she wasn’t so sure that there wasn’t. A sigh of unhappiness fled from her lips, and as she drove along the road, she inwardly coaxed herself to bury the pain before it could tear her apart.
* * * *
After a particularly exhausting day at work, Maya finally arrived home, walking up the pathway toward her apartment. She’d been on her feet all day, so right now she wanted nothing more than to kick off her shoes and curl up on the couch to watch some TV. Once she was inside her apartment, she slipped out of her work shoes and headed back to the bedroom to change into some lounging clothes. She slipped into a drawstring skirt made out of stretchy cotton material and a white tank top, and was just getting ready to go to the bathroom and wash her face when she heard the doorbell ring.
When she reached her front door and opened it, she was surprised to see Evan standing there, and as her eyes landed on him, she experienced a surge of happiness. Dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, Evan’s hair was worn loose, flowing over his nice broad shoulders.
“Hey.” His lips curled up into a smile.
“Hi Evan. What are you doing here?” She stepped back to let him cross the threshold.
“I was in the area, so I thought I’d stop by.”
“Oh, okay.” She gestured to the sofa and said, “Would you like to have a seat?”
Once they were both sitting, he offered her a bashful smile and then made a confession. “Actually, what I just said wasn’t true. I drove out here because I missed you. I’ve been thinking a lot about the last day we spent together, and I’ve come to realize that I might have overreacted.”
“I’ve missed you, too, and haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” As soon as it came out of her mouth, she wished she could take it back. Appearing too eager was never a good thing.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I thought about calling you a few times, but I knew you wouldn’t want to hear from me.”
“I wouldn’t have minded at all. I would have loved hearing your voice.”
“So why didn’t you call?”
He gave a shrug. “Got nervous, I guess. Plus, I wasn’t really sure you would be all that thrilled to hear from me. I felt kinda bad about the way things ended.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t say that I blame you for wanting to protect your heart.”
“So you’re not mad at me?” There was relief in his eyes.
“No, of course not. I felt really sad about it, but I was never angry.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear. I was worried that I’d pissed you off and figured you’d never speak to me again.”
“I could never ignore you, Evan.”
She wanted to say so much more to him, but found that the words were stuck in her throat. Filled with apprehension, she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to properly communicate what she was feeling.
“I’m really am sorry about the way things happened.”
“Yeah, I know.” She looked away from him, wanting to hide the emotion in her eyes.
“I wish we could be friends, Maya, but I just don’t think I can do that. I mean, it’s just too hard for me to look at you and know that we aren’t together in the way that I want us to be. I could never be satisfied with a platonic relationship.
Maya averted her gaze, focusing on a loose thread on her jeans. “So are you saying that this is the last time we’ll ever see each other?”
He took her hand in his and gently stroked it. “No, what I’m saying is that I want us to be in a relationship together. You are still interested in being with me, right?”
“Yes, of course I am.”
His lips tugged into a smile and he positioned his body so that he was facing her. Placing his palm on her face, he tenderly stroked her cheek, admiring the softness of her skin. Pressing his lips to hers, he caressed her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, and then gently nibbled on it. Then she felt his lips press against hers, lightly at first and then more urgently. Evan’s kisses were slow and deep, and his tongue moved expertly against hers, engaging her in an erotic dance. Their lips pulled apart only out of the necessity to breathe, and he began trailing kisses along the length of her neck.
Continuing his journey downward, his lips came to rest at the border where Maya’s skin and the fabric of her tank top met. Hooking his thumb beneath the fabric, he slipped her strap off, exposing the upper curve of her breast. His eyes peered curiously into hers, searching for any signs of reluctance on her part. Seeing none, he continued on, placing a light, gentle kiss upon the fleshy area right next to her armpit.
She felt his hand curve around her hip, sliding up over her stomach and traveling further north until he reached her breasts. She gave a moan as his thumb brushed against her fabric-clad nipple, bringing it to a stiff, hard point.
He flicked his finger against it a few times, and then began to tease and twist it between his fingers. Then she felt his mouth on her neck, kissing, licking, and sucking her flesh with a hungry urgency.
Evan grabbed hold of her legs and swung them onto the couch, and then gently spread her thighs apart. He positioned himself above her so that he was straddling her body. His claimed her lips in another passionate kiss, and as their tongues feverishly entangled, she jutted her center against his pelvic area with an urgent kind of need. She briefly found herself feeling bashful by the reflexive nature of her body, but the pleasure she felt erased her feelings of embarrassment. His large hands and warm mouth had her soaking with desire, and she could feel his stiff cock pressing urgently against her, begging to burrow deep between her walls. Releasing a throaty moan, she bumped her hips against his, silently urging him to take things to another level. Picking up on the cue from her body language, he guided his palm along her velvety th
igh and slid it beneath the fabric of her skirt. His fingers bumped against the moist heat between her legs, and Maya jolted in response. The feel of his digits pressing against her sex ignited an electric spark, and the fabric of her panties was becoming increasingly wet.
The slippery satin of her underwear served as the only barrier between his fingers and her pussy, and he teasingly traced his digits along her tender lips, sending little shocks of pleasure through her clit. His touch alone had her desperately craving more, and her clitoris poked provocatively from beneath the fabric of her panties. Every time the pad of his thumb brushed over it, she squirmed beneath his body, bucking her hips from the frictional stimulation. She honestly didn’t know how much more of this she could take. His sensual ministrations were torturously pleasurable, and she found herself precariously balanced between a state of bliss and utter frustration. She longed to feel his touch on her bare skin, and craved the sensation of his naked flesh against hers, dominating her body with deep and urgent thrusts.
He’d been giving her soft, sweet kisses before, but now they were becoming more aggressive. His tongue slid deeper, moving hotly inside of her mouth, and his fingers had traveled beneath the hem of her shirt, skimming along the plane of her stomach. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, and their mouths were connected in an unbreakable seal.
Maya slid her hands along his back, moving north until her fingers slipped through his long, glossy hair. She could feel his raging hard-on poking through his pants, and she placed her hand upon it to offer it a firm stroke. Evan groaned in response, and the sound of his breathing was becoming increasingly erratic. His hips bumped suggestively against her pelvis, and she moaned in response, breaking the kiss to release a guttural sigh. She closed her eyes briefly and immersed herself in the variety of sensations she was experiencing. She needed to remember this moment, so that she would always remember what it felt like to be properly held and kissed. This was what real, true passion felt like.
Every nerve in her body felt like a live wire, and her pulse was racing with excitement. As she opened her eyes again, she saw him staring intently at her, and a flush of heat raced through her body. No man had ever stared at her with such longing, and his intoxicating presence had her spellbound.
Their mouths collided in a powerful kiss, lips moving together in perfect synchronization. When their lips finally parted, they gave a soft pop, feeling a little sore and swollen from the intensity of their oral embrace.
He placed hot, wet kisses along the length of her neck and shoulder, making her shiver from the tickle of his breath on her skin. His hand gripped the hem of her shirt, and he pulled it up over her head then tossed the fabric aside. Evan slipped the tip of his tongue out, and then lightly trailed it between the valley of her breasts. Desiring to see and feel her bare flesh, he unclasped her bra and removed the silky cups from her mounds. He cupped her globes and massaged them in his large hands, placing his thumbs against her nipples so that he could flick them to erection. She loved the friction of his callused fingers against her soft skin, and it didn’t take long before her nipples had become stiff, aching peaks.
He leaned down to kiss one of her breasts and then the other, allowing the tip of his tongue to just barely graze her swollen buds. Gripping her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he gently began to twist and tweak it. She moaned in response, and watched as he lowered his mouth to her left breast. He latched his mouth onto her nipple, and began sensually caressing it with his warm appendage. Sucking noises filled the air as he did it, and she released a moan of contentment. After lavishing it with attention for a few moments, he released her nipple with a wet pop, and then began to spiral his tongue around the circumference of her areola.
The circles became smaller and tighter as he moved closer to her nipple, and Maya watched with eager eyes as he gradually closed the distance. As his wet appendage finally made contact with her flesh, she sighed in relief and arched into his touch.
It’d been a long time since she’d been properly touched and caressed and she hadn’t ever felt so desired. Maya had never believed in fated love or any of that other gushy romantic stuff, but something inside of her told her that this was the man for her, the one who would happily fulfill her deepest desires and wildest fantasies.
Evan removed his mouth from her breast and then took her hand in his, placing it against his large erection.
“Feel how hard I am for you?” His eyes were hazy with lust.
His cock felt long, hard, and thick against her palm, and it gave a slight jolt as her hand made contact with it.
“Do you like the way it feels?”
She nodded in response.
He placed a tender kiss against her cheekbone. “That’s good, because I like having you touch it.”
She felt his lips press against her ear, and then he offered her fleshly lobe a little nip. As Maya manipulated his penis through his jeans, the sound of fingers brushing against denim filled the air. The friction she created caused Evan to expel a husky groan, and he leaned in to claim her lips with a deep, drugging kiss.
By the time their mouths parted, Maya was left with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Eager for the feel of his bare flesh against her own, she slid the hem of his shirt upward, silently communicating that she wanted him to take it off. He eagerly complied, and within a few short seconds, he’d removed it from his body and thrown it to the floor.
His chest was now exposed for her to admire, and she languidly slid her hands along the smooth expanse of his torso. Placing his thumb against her swollen sex, he began to torturously tease her clit, making small, lazy circles around it. Her inner muscles contracted as his fingers worked their magic, and she squirmed and moaned from his gentle, pleasurable touch
She felt a tug on her panties, and then there was the sensation of his fingers sliding beneath the waistband. He guided the fabric slowly down her hips, and she lifted her butt upward to assist him. Once they were around her ankles, he pulled them off and then threw the damp fabric uselessly to the floor. Pressing his fingers to her pussy lips, he sandwiched them between the slick, wet heat of her delicate folds. His digits moved slowly at first and then began to massage a little faster, gradually working up to a quicker speed. He let his fingers get nice and wet in her juices, and then he placed his thumb against her sensitive button. Using a rapid side-to-side motion, he began to skillfully stimulate it, creating a flow of juices that soaked the fabric of the couch pillows beneath her.
Her body quivered beneath his touch, and her breathing became a mixture of ragged gasps and shallow pants. Her hips bucked back and forth with the rhythm of Evan’s fingers, and every flick of his thumb brought her closer to reaching climax.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His deep voice coaxed as he continually manipulated her.
Her whole body was tense, and her legs quivered with every brush of his thumb. A gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth as he thrust two fingers inside of her, slowly sinking them all the way past his knuckles.
He pumped them in and out of her velvety hole, steadily building the pressure that was threatening to consume her.
“Oh yes. Evan, it feels so good.” Her lips parted in a breathless gasp.
As his fingers manipulated her tight, wet heat, he lazily dragged his tongue over her breasts, leaving a warm, wet trail in its wake. He took turns kissing and licking each of her chocolate nipples, and then he released it with a wet pop. Evan glanced down at her face and saw that it was contorted with pleasure.
“If you think I’m good with my hands wait until you feel my tongue.”
His voice was deeply seductive, and his lustful gaze sent tremors along her spine. Unable to stand the relentless thrusting of his fingers, she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy and released a cry of gratification. Her muscles clamped down on his digits, and a flow of warm liquid pooled onto the cushions beneath her. Her lips parted in a breathless little whimper, and her body quivered as she rode the waves of her orgasm.
Evan wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her close up against him. Placing his palm against her cheek, he tenderly stroked her skin.
“That was wonderful.” Her eyes were half-mast and her body was flushed from the pleasure she’d received.
His lips tugged into a smile. “Glad you enjoyed.”
She could feel his thumb lazily stroking her inner thigh, which was damp and sticky from her arousal.
As Maya reached her hand out to touch his leg, her fingers bumped against his erection, and it served as a reminder that he still had yet to be taken care of. She lifted herself up from her reclining position, and positioned herself so that she was kneeling between his legs. Placing her hands on the tent in his pants, she ran a finger along the outline of his cock, and then offered it a few firm caresses. She heard his breath hitch, and his cock shifted in response to her ministrations. He followed her movements with eager eyes, watching as she undid the button of his jeans, and then unzipped them.
Anxious to be free of his denims, Evan kicked his shoes off, and then lifted his hips upward, so that she could slide his pants down and off around his ankles. Now only clad in a pair of boxer briefs, Evan’s nearly naked body was on display for her. Maya’s eyes traveled along his wide shoulders and broad chest, admiring his deep tan skin tone. Leaning her head down to place her lips against his torso, she kissed her way down his stomach, continuing south until she reached the lower part of his body.
She offered a few kisses along the powerful frame of his hips, and then she slid her tongue over the V-shaped line that led to his groin area. She felt him tense beneath the touch of her wet appendage, and as it reached the hem of his briefs, she teasingly slid it along the border. She lifted her gaze upward and was pleased to see that Evan was giving her a tortured look. She knew he’d been hoping that she’d venture even further, but she didn’t plan on giving in just yet .She guided her mouth upward to pepper kisses along his midsection, and felt the muscles of his stomach flex in response.