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He shakes his head. “No, Briony. I’m speechless.”
I blush and look away. I feel his hands on my chin, and gently, he tugs so that I’m looking at him again.
“Don’t look away. Not now. Not ever,” he murmurs. “I want you to see what you do to me. You’re so beautiful. I need you to know how crazy you make me.”
I blush again, but I don’t look away from him. “I thought you were speechless.”
“I am. Because there’s no way I could find anything to say that feels like it captures how lucky I am to be here with you right now,” he whispers.
“Seriously, Evander. You’re making me…”
“And you’re making me so crazy, I can’t stand it.”
I look back at him then, meeting his eyes as he studies me.
“I want this. I’ve wanted this for… a while,” he whispers.
I blink. “What?”
“I just… I need you,” he says. “I want to give you everything, Briony. Will you let me?”
I have a strange feeling that he’s talking about much more than just his dick, but I shake it off.
I’m only focused on here. Now.
This.
So I nod. “Yes, Evander. I will.”
Evander drops his fingers to my hips again; then slowly, they skate up my skin. His hands trace the path his eyes started. He cups my breasts, and I start to rock myself harder against where his cock is pressed between us.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” he whispers.
Always, I want to respond.
Instead, I smirk at him. “Guess you’ll have to see for yourself.”
I stand up on my knees slightly. With one hand, I grab Evander’s hard length, positioning it at the entrance to my core. I feel him there, perched against me, and I sink down slightly.
We both gasp.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant.
Evander’s… thick.
I’ve never been someone who believes that penis size matters. I think that there are plenty of ways for men to be insecure about their bodies, plenty of ways to make sex pleasurable, and generally the whole situation is one big fleshy puzzle, anyway.
But somehow, the way Evander slides into me feels… different.
I gasp as I slowly try to take more, getting accustomed to him as I move.
From beneath me, his breath comes in harsh pants. “Fuck. Briony. Shit. I…”
“I know,” I breathe out.
Every inch is a stretch. I feel sweat roll off of my head and down between my breasts. Evander is so still, I can tell it’s taking every scrap of his self-restraint to keep from moving.
Finally, my ass brushes the hair on his legs, and his fingers grip my hips so tightly, I think I might bruise in the shapes of his hands.
