More precum has gathered on his tip, the sight causing me to involuntarily lick my lips.
“Lay down a towel and get on your knees, Evangeline,” he says, a strained scowl marring his beautiful face. “I want to show you how deeply you affect me before I make a mess out of that perfect pussy.”
CHAPTER 31
ALARIC
The moment her knees hit the floor, another zap of electricity shoots from the base of my spine to my tightening balls. I’m dangerously close to coming already, my length pulsating involuntarily in my fist.
My mind reels as I drink her in. Even before my workout, I’d resigned myself to another night alone. Never in my wildest, most wonderful fantasies did I imagine she’d appear before me like this.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t hope.
I left the door between us open, thinking there was a slight chance she’d check it when she returned from wherever her plans had taken her. Thinking she might need an invitation.
She never needs an invitation where I’m concerned.
I crave her presence the way I crave air and plans and control.
I was already close to release when she waltzed into the bathroom.
My hands had drifted down, capturing my length after I’d quickly scrubbed the sweat from my body. My evening workout did nothing to dull the frustration searing my veins.
Because what I want, what I need, isn’t something I can conjure up for myself.
I just want her.
And now she’s right here.
“You look so pretty on your knees,” I say loud enough for her to hear through the door.
Wide blue eyes track my every movement as I jerk myself harder. The way her mouth has formed a little O only ratchets up my desire.The thought of painting those pretty parted lips with cum zips through my brain, and an instant later, I unload against the glass.
A swell of pleasure rolls through my limbs, converging in my aching balls as ropes of release erupt from my cock.
Fire and ice surge through my core; visions of sparkling blue mirrors and red lips parted in pleasure overtake me as I throw my head back and groan. With a hand planted on the side wall of the shower, I close my eyes and steady myself. “Fuck.”
I’m still lost to the intensity of my orgasm when cold air whooshes around me.
Startling, I straighten, my eyes snapping open.
Evangeline is still on her knees, lips parted, staring up at me with a wanton, lustful gaze.
Just like I fantasized. Except the image of her is crystal clear now, because she slid open the door.
She licks her lips.
In response, my cock spasms, pushing out another rope of cum.
She tracks the release, though quickly zeroes in on the remnants clinging to my crown, her bottom lip pressing out in a little pout that makes my knees buckle.
Tucking her hair behind her ears, she drags her attention up to my face. “I want to taste you.”
Fuck, the eroticism of her admission is enough to make stars dance in my vision. Worried I’ll collapse, I press into the tiled wall harder.
Without letting go of the wall, I shuffle forward, still holding my length, and align it with her lips.
“Go on, then, angel. Stick out your hot little tongue and have a taste.”
