by Liz Davis
Raising her head from his torso, she placed a hand against his groin, and worked his stiff cock out through the fly in his boxer briefs. Impressively sized, it stood proudly erect, and she actually found her mouth watering at the thought of what it would feel like to slide it inside of her mouth. Yet despite her curiosity, she decided instead to just give him a hand job. He would have to wait a bit longer before she allowed him the pleasure of having her lips wrapped around his cock.
Noting the drops of pre-cum which sat on the tip of his shaft, Maya grabbed hold of his bulbous cock head and gave it a gentle squeeze. This caused more of the pearly liquid to bubble to the surface, and she placed her hand against the slit so that it could lubricate the surface of her palm. Once the inside of her hand was nice and slippery, she clasped her palm around his length and began to stroke him off. The first upstroke of her hand withdrew a heavy groan of approval from Evan, and every movement that followed was met with a bucking of his hips. It didn’t take long for her to work into a steady rhythm, and her hand gradually began to pump him faster.
The sounds coming from his mouth let her know that he was thoroughly enjoying it, and she delighted in the fact that the pleasure he was receiving was controlled entirely by her. She was the one who would decide when and just how hard he came. Maya paid close attention to the reactions of his body, and she could tell from his labored breaths that it wouldn’t take long for him to reach orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, keep stroking me just like that.” His eyes were clouded with pleasure, and his gaze was pinned on the quick, short jerks she gave him.
Using her free hand to cup his balls, she stroked and massaged them, allowing her fingers to slide along the velvety texture of his skin. She sensually caressed them with her left hand, while her right one stroked his long, stiff penis.
Groaning huskily, Evan turned his gaze on her breasts and focused on the jiggling movements they made. He reached out to cup one in his hand, and gave it a firm squeeze. Then he pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and lightly pulled on it. She gave a little whimper as he did it and increased the pressure of her hand on his warm, hard flesh.
The pleasured sigh he emitted caused her to lift her gaze and look at him, and as he gave a hard swallow, she noticed his Adam’s apple bob up and down. She guessed it was a sign that he was really enjoying the moment, because his breathing was growing more ragged.
The skin covering his testicles had tightened considerably, and she could feel a heaviness in his balls that hadn’t been there before. She grazed a nail across the surface of one of them, and with only a few more pumps of her hand, Evan found his release. He expelled a long, guttural moan, and a thick rope of semen shot from his penis.
A few spurts of it landed against Maya’s breasts and also on her stomach, dripping down into the curve of her belly button. She didn’t stop stroking him until he’d been entirely drained, and once there was nothing left for him to expel, she released his softening shaft and grabbed a napkin from off the coffee table.
After wiping herself clean and pulling on her panties, Maya lay down next to him so that they could cuddle. Grabbing her by the waist, Evan pulled her closer up against him, so that her body was flush with his.
“Thank you, baby, that was amazing.” His eyes were half-mast, and his lips curled into a pleased smile.
“I could say the same about you. You’re really good with those hands, aren’t you?”
“I’m good with a lot of things.”
His tone was highly suggestive, and it sent a delicious bolt of arousal through her body. He leaned in to share a tender kiss with her, and their mouths met in a passionate embrace. Their tongues tangled provocatively, and after half a minute of steadily kissing, they reluctantly broke apart for air. Their eyes met in a powerful gaze, and neither said a word to each other, nor did they need to. Their eyes did all the talking for them, and perfectly expressed what couldn’t be spoken. She could feel the warmth from his body, and every breath he took resulted in a tickly feeling against the skin on her throat. Maya nuzzled against his chest, and lay her cheek against his smooth, bare skin. She felt the touch of his palm as he rested it on her head, and then he began to gently stroke her locks.
It was a perfectly content moment, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so happy. With her face pressed against his chest, she could smell his masculine scent, and was comforted by the mixture of smells that clung to him. There was the mild fragrance of his body wash, as well as the odor that stuck to a man after doing a long day’s work. She found his unique scent irresistible, and took a deep inhale. Her eyelids were beginning to grow heavy, but she steadily fought against sleep. It seemed as if her drowsiness was intent on taking over, because no matter how hard she fought to keep her eyelids open, they drooped back down again. Evan offered a light chuckle at her futile resistance, and then she heard him speak.
“Stop fighting it, and just let it happen, honey.”
She smiled in response, causing her dimples to make an appearance.
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Unable to resist himself, Evan stroked the indentation with his finger, and then pressed his lips against it in a gentle kiss. She gave a murmur of contentment in response, and then willingly gave into sleep. As the sound of her shallow breaths filled the air, Evan gave her a kiss on the forehead, and then lifted her in his arms so that he could carry her into the bedroom.
Once they were there, he gently laid her on the bed, and then slipped into bed bedside her. He pulled the bed sheets and a blanket up over them, and then snuggled up against her body. A pleased sigh escaped his lips, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. The sweet smell of her skin wafted into his nostrils, and he swiftly joined her in contented slumber.
Chapter 7
The delicious aroma of coffee and eggs floated into the bedroom, filling Maya’s nostrils with the scent of it. As she opened her eyes, the first thing they focused on was the large red numbers on the display screen of her clock. It was around ten a.m., which meant it was time for her to get her butt out of bed and begin the day. Arching her back on the mattress, she stretched her body out lazily, then sat up and threw the covers back. She could hear pots banging in the kitchen, so she knew that Evan was cooking. It was the first time that any man had even attempted to prepare a meal for her, and during the four years she’s spent in a relationship with Dylan, he’d barely done more than boil water to make ramen.
After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she slipped into a long T-shirt and headed out to the kitchen. As Evan caught sight of her, he looked up from the pan of food he was cooking and gave her a smile.
“Hey there, gorgeous.”
She padded across the cool tiles of the kitchen floor and leaned in to kiss him. His hands cupped the curve of her backside, giving it a nice firm squeeze.
As their lips parted, he said, “You brushed your teeth, no fair.”
She smiled at him, and then peered into the skillet to see what he was making.
“I didn’t know you cooked.” The scent of scrambled eggs wafted into her nostrils.
“I learned from my mom. When I was ten years old, she taught me how to make a few simple meals, just so I wouldn’t be completely helpless.” He grabbed a salt shaker from a shelf above the stove, and lightly seasoned the eggs with it. “I’m not the best at cooking, but if there is one thing I know how to make well, it’s scrambled eggs.” He used a wooden spoon to scoop a small portion out of the pan, and then blew on it a few times to help cool it down. “Here, have a taste.” He positioned the utensil in front of her mouth.
Her taste buds were pleased by the flavor, and she noticed that the eggs were light and fluffy, and had a slightly buttery taste to them. “Not bad at all. Actually, these eggs are pretty darn good.”
“Thanks. I was trying to make hash browns, too, but they didn’t come out so well.” He lifted the top of a pan on the back burner so that she could see the contents.
; The shredded potatoes were slightly burnt, and had clearly been over cooked.
Maya grabbed a spoon from a utensil holder on the counter, and then stuck it into the pan so that she could get a sample. After a few chews she said, “They’re salvageable.”
As Evan finished making their breakfast, she poured herself a glass of orange juice, and casually sipped it. She watched him as he worked, observing the way he carefully buttered a piece of toast so that the bread wouldn’t crumble in his hands. Then he sat it on a plate and sliced a knife across it, giving it a triangle shape. After that was done, he grabbed a jar of jelly and applied a thin, even coating over each of the pieces of bread. As she watched him butter another piece of toast, she found that the spot between her legs was beginning to grow warm. There was something arousing about the way his long fingers manipulated the knife, and it didn’t take long before she began to have flashbacks of the intimate moment they’d shared the previous evening.
Noticing that her eyes were trained on him, he offered her a curious smile. “What’s that look about?”
His voice brought her out of her erotic thoughts. “What look?”
“I’d say you were undressing me with your eyes, but I only have boxers on. So what were you thinking about?”
Her cheeks grew warm and her eyes dipped to the toast he was jellying. “I was looking at your hands, and noticing the way you move your fingers.”
There was a crooked grin on his face. “I didn’t know watching someone move their fingers could be so interesting.”
“Hands tell a lot about a person.”
Evan set the knife on the counter and then turned to face her, peering deep into her eyes. “So, what do my hands tell about me?”
She grabbed his wrist so that she could hold his hand up to study it. “Well, the calluses on your palms tell me that you’re a hard worker.” Maya dragged a finger lightly over the tough bumps of flesh. “Your long fingers indicate that you can get into deep, tight spaces.”
His lips curled into a smile, and he gave a sound of pleasure as she pressed her lips to his fingertip, and licked off a spot of jelly.
“And what else?” The expression on his face indicated that he was eager to hear more of her opinion.
“Your broad palms show me that you can easily grab hold of something, and not let it get away from you.”
“Hmmm, that is true. Once I have something I like, I tend to make sure it stays with me.” He grabbed hold of her waist, and pressed his lips to hers. Their mouths moved in a slow, lingering kiss, and by the time they pulled apart, she found that she was feeling lightheaded.
The close proximity of their bodies allowed her to feel his erection, and her gaze traveled southward to look at his tented boxers.
“Looks like it’s begging for a petting.”
“It definitely is.” His voice had grown husky.
“Maybe after breakfast.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips, and then served herself a plate of eggs.
Evan offered a little chuckle, and came to stand behind her at the stove. “How naughty of you, to tease me like that.”
He swept her hair over her shoulder, and then peppered a few kisses along the nape of her neck. Feeling both hungry and horny, she wrestled between the decision of whether she should feed her stomach or libido first.
“Well, maybe you can teach me a lesson later.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He gave her a light nip on the shoulder, and then began to fill a plate of his own.
After setting her plate of food on the kitchen table, Maya grabbed two bowls of cereal from the counter, as well as a jug of milk. Then they both sat down, and dug into the breakfast.
As she munched on her eggs, Maya found herself thinking of the cashier at Ted’s Diner, the one who Evan had hugged on the evening she’d gone out clubbing with Amhara. Then she thought about the gypsy skirt lady, and how she’d shown up at the car repair shop. Yesterday evening she’d been so wrapped up in her moment of passion with Evan that neither of those women had even come to mind. But now that she’d had a good night’s sleep and a bit of food in her stomach, she found herself wondering what the story was behind each of them.
“So,” Maya began, chewing on a piece of toast and then taking a swallow of juice. “That waitress at Ted’s Diner…” She let her voice trail off, waiting to see what he would say in response.
Evan scooped scrambled eggs onto his toast and wrapped them in the bread. The toast crunched as he took a generous bite. “Yeah, what about her?”
“What’s the deal between you two? Are you dating her?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Well, did anything ever happen between you two?” She poured some milk into her cereal and pushed a spoonful into her mouth.
“Not really.”
“Okay, so what does that mean?”
“We hung out a few times, but that was it. Nothing ever came from it.”
She began to feel frustrated. Getting a straight answer out of him was like pulling teeth,
“All right Evan, I’m just gonna come out and say it. Have you slept with her?” She had stopped eating and was giving him a serious look.
“Nope. We went out for lunch a few times, but nothing serious ever came from it.”
She took a bite of her eggs. “So you don’t talk to her anymore?”
“Nope.”
“Well, what happened, and why did you stop seeing her?” Her insistent questions came out before she even had a chance to stop them, and she suddenly found herself wishing she hadn’t asked so many of them at once. This was making her seem pathetic. She thought she noticed a hint of a smile at Evan’s lips, but just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.
“We both decided it would be better if we just kept things in friends territory.”
Maya pressed her spoon against the cornflakes in her bowl, immersing them fully in the milk. “She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl you’d just want to be friends with.”
“Guys and girls can’t be friends?”
“Not when the girl looks like that.” Pressing the back of her spoon against the cereal, she let the concave part of it fill up with liquid.
“The truth of it is, we were seeing each other for a while, but it wasn’t serious at all. Last time I spoke to her, she told me she was getting back with her ex-boyfriend, so there’s nothing for you to be worried about.”
“Who’s worried? I was just curious, that’s all.”
Evan grinned at her. “You were jealous.”
Maya scoffed, “Please! I couldn’t care less. We weren’t even talking up until a day ago, so what would it matter to me?”
“Come on, I know you’re jealous, so you can stop pretending.”
“You really have quite the ego, don’t you?” Her right eyebrow lifted.
“Call it what you will, but the fact still remains that you’re jealous.” A pleased smile crossed his lips.
“Seriously, Evan, I was not even all that concerned about it.”
“Uh-huh, sure.” His tone was laced with sarcasm.
“I wasn’t.”
“Okay, sure. Have it your way, Maya.”
Standing up from the table, she grabbed her empty plate and headed for the kitchen sink. “Okay, I’m done playing this little game with you.”
She hurried away from him, but before she could make it all the way past, he grabbed her forcefully by the hips, causing her to fall back onto his lap.
“Aw, come on, Maya, I was just messing around with you.”
She tried to release herself from his grasp, but he held her tightly against him, refusing to let go. Realizing he wasn’t going to release her, she stopped squirming and turned her head to face him. Unable to resist, she allowed a smile to spread across her face. Evan’s lips tugged upward in response.
“There’s that beautiful smile I love.” He placed a kiss on the dimple of her left cheek.
“I think you made that story up just to get me upset,” she
said.
“Ah, so you finally admit it, then. You are jealous.” His face lit up, and the grin on his face seemed to grow even wider.
She gave him a quick peck on the lips and then said, “I admit nothing.”
Lifting herself from his lap, she grabbed his plate from off the table and stacked it onto hers. Then she placed them in the dishwasher. Evan helped her clear the rest of the table off, and then they went back into the bedroom.
After stripping down naked, they got into the shower and soaped each other up. They didn’t mean to stay in for any longer than five minutes, as they both needed to get on with their day, but the lure of their bare, soapy bodies proved to be too much of a distraction. By the time the water grew lukewarm, they knew it was a sign they’d spent too much time fondling each other, so they turned the water off and got out of the tub. Once they dried off, they went back into the room to get dressed. Evan didn’t have a pair of clean boxers to wear, so he had no choice but to go commando until he could return home to change. After he pulled on his jeans and shirt, he took a seat on the bed and watched Maya get dressed.
She could feel his eyes on her, intently following every move that she made. Having him watch her filled her with excitement, and as she rifled through the drawer to pick out some panties, she purposely picked one of her sexiest pairs she had. She bent down to slip her feet though the leg holes, and then seductively slid the fabric up along her legs. Once the panties were in place, she turned to face him, and offered him a front view. The panties she was wearing were made from a thin, filmy material, and they offered Evan a tantalizing peek of her sex. His eyes were fixed intently on her nether regions, and she teasingly traced a finger along the floral design that was embroidered along the crotch area. She saw his eyebrows lift in appreciation, and she offered a little smile at the response she was receiving.
Maya grabbed a bra from the drawer, and slipped into it. It had a clasp in the front, so as she pulled the cups together, it pushed her boobs inward, creating some nice cleavage. The material was of the same see-through fabric as the panties, and it gave Evan a nice, clear view of her chocolate-colored nipples. Her peaks had grown hard from the lustful way he was looking at her, and she could see the outline of his stiffening cock beneath his denims.