Her body answers, her fingers splaying against the wall, her bottom thrusting out. My hand falls to her hip, my other gathering her dress to reveal legs, thighs, the delicious roundness of her arse.She turns her head over her shoulder, and moonlight hits her just right, making an old master of her. Eve.Temptation in the Shadows.
“What are you waiting for?”
“I’m not waiting. I’m appreciating.” I press my lips to her shoulder, inhaling the scent and warmth of her. “Appreciating perfection.” I kiss my way down her spine, whispering my want of her, then press my face between her legs. She cries out, the sound raw and intoxicating as I lap, delicately at first. Then less so, until her thighs begin to tremble and her gasps are all vowel sounds.
Ah—Ah—Ah.
I feel like a king as her orgasm hits. Her legs begin to buckle, and I hold her there, growling into her very center.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Eve gasps, swallowing down air.
I pull myself to my feet, her arousal sticky and sweet between my lips. As I press my cock to her, we both gasp at the contact. Her body undulates, her heat brushing my throbbing crown.Heavenly. Torturous.Our breaths echoing in the dark space.
“Oh, fuck. Eve. Please, let me ...”
“Oliver?”
I swallow, force myself to still, my abs tightening, my nerves taut with the need to rut and fuck. If she doesn’t want this ...
“What you said earlier, about him watching?”
“Yes.” I swallow again, my muscles seizing.Waiting. Wanting. Aching.
“Watching me suck your cock.” Her lashes flutter, and she whimpers as I scrape my teeth across her jaw. “Am I wrong to want that?”
Relief feels so sweet. I groan with a quiet agony as her body surges, my bare cock slipping along the heavenly ribbon of her flesh.
“No, darling.” I tighten my grasp on both her dress and myself. “No worse than wanting to see him choke on peanut butter.”
Her laughter is soft, and it’s strange how he doesn’t matter to either of us anymore. With a tiny groan, I push forward.Her heat. Her sigh.
“I hope the image haunts him for the rest of his life.”
“Fuck, darling, yes.”She’s so slippery.
“Yes.” Her fingers splay wider, her sigh an invitation. “Please.”
“Oh, Eve, I’m going to ruin you.”
“I want that.”
We’ll call itpayback, because you have plucked me apart at the seams.
There are no words to describe the sensation of her body accepting mine. Raw. Bare. My whole being aching and desperate, I pull back. My gaze falls to my cock, glistening and wet.Fuck.Screwing my eyes tight, I drive my way inside her. She cries out as our bodies meet, whimpers as I wrap my arms around her. I hold her there, my heart beating against her back as the pulse of her body makes me unspool.
“Oh, darling. I want my mouth on you, sucking at your sweetness if I could be two places—everywhere at once.” Such is my desperation for her.
“Your mouth,” she whispers with a slow undulation. “It’s so filthy.”
“You love it.” I pull back, then again take her to my hilt, her moan ragged and breathless. “Say it. Tell me you love my filthy mouth,” I demand, punctuating my words with my thrusts.
“I l—love . . .”
My heart expands, my body taking over.
“Your mouth on me.”
“Fuck.”I torture us both with shallow jabs and deep punches of my hips until we’re both panting and desperate. “Tell me you’ll stay,” I demand, my feelings too twisted to express any other way. “Eve, I need you.”I don’t deserve you, but I can’t let you go.I feeldesperate, unhinged. Unable to get close enough, deep enough, feel enough of her.Of this.
