I add a finger, and she comes with a scream that reverberates through my ears.
When I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, Eva is breathing hard, her head thrown back, and her eyes still closed as she savors her post-orgasm glow.
“My turn.”
Eva’s eyes open again, and she watches me take my pants off hungrily, her tongue darting out to lick her lips again. I don’t even worry about my shirt, overcome by the need for the woman in front of me who has my dick hard as a flagpole.
I pull her off the credenza in the next heartbeat, our mouths slamming together, ravaging each other, as I carry her to the couch. Popcorn spills all over the floor as I sweep the bowl off the seat and set Eva on the couch, her stomach pressed into the cushions.
She sticks her ass out in invitation, and I plunge into her without a second thought. All semblance of control goes out the window, and I pump furiously, driven onward by the sight of her tight ass and the sound of her impassioned cries.
I reach forward, taking her tits in my hands, rubbing and kneading them until Eva begins to shake and I feel her tighten around me.
Half of me frantically wishes for release, but the rest is not ready to let go yet. When I pull out, Eva’s cries turn to outrage. She flips over to glare at me, her eyes on fire and clouded with lust.
“What the fuck?” she demands, and her eyes follow me down to the couch.
“Ride me.”
It’s an order, but Eva doesn’t resist. She eagerly straddles my lap and sinks down. But instead of sitting all the way, she teases thehead of my dick. I can’t help it, the feeling is overwhelming, and I let my head fall back as I moan.
“Fuck.” I draw the word out, reveling in the feel of her warm, wet folds teasing me until my cock is painfully ready to burst.
But I’m only going to come when her wet pussy is pulsing around me while she screams her release.That’sthe only ending to this.
“Fuck me.” Another order.
Eva bends toward me, still teasing me, her fingers working at first the knot of my tie, then the buttons of my shirt. “I’m not done yet.”
“I said,” I growl, grabbing her hair in one hand and yanking. “Fuck me.”
Eva gasps at the tingle in her scalp. I tug on the hair tie that keeps it in a messy bun, and her dark, heavy, wavy hair tumbles around her shoulders and down her back.
The sight of Eva on top of me, naked, her hair wild around her face, is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.
She pouts. “Fine.” The teasing light in her eyes stays. “Have it your way.”
And she sinks, taking me to the hilt, and we both cry out. My hands encircle her hips as she begins to rock.
Eva is incredible at working me up, and soon our cries of pleasure mingle in the air. Our sweat-slicked bodies slam together as my hips rise to meet hers, her nails raking down my chest, my hands gripping her hips for dear life.
I feel the moment her pussy constricts, squeezing me so that every nerve feels like it’s on fire, before she stiffens and screams, her back arching. It’s all the encouragement I need.
My orgasm hits like a bomb going off, and the world goes white for a moment. I only hear my bellow as an echo in my head.
When I come back to myself, waves of my climax still washing over me, Eva meets my eyes. She looks triumphant. Satisfied.
Then she collapses forward, and I can feel the still-wild beats of her heart against mine.
I don’t push her off to clean myself up and get on with my night. Instead, I remain where I am and wrap my arms around her, holding her against me.
She doesn’t pull away either. She settles, her body relaxing as though she’s right where she wants to be.
When I enter the kitchen the next morning, Eva is perched on a stool at the island. A plate of food sits uneaten in front of her, and her smile, when she sees me, is as tight as the worry lines around her eyes. Even her “good morning” is stilted.
“Dobroye utro.” Alona hands me my triple espresso and a furrowed look I don’t understand.
I answer my housekeeper with the same “good morning,” as we have since I was a child.
