He lets out a low, rough hum, eyes locked on where my hips rock against his.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathes. “Trust me, I can feel it.”
I whimper into his neck, rolling my hips in long, deliberate strokes. He’s breathing hard now, one hand moving to grip my ass, helping me ride him.
“Atta girl,” he praises. “God, you’re soaking me through my boxers. Come on, sweetheart, fuck yourself on me.”
My moans are getting louder, right against his ear.
“I’m getting close,” I admit, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “Evan—”
“That what you want? You wanna come on me?”
I nod, breath catching as I move again, chasing it. “Yes, fuck. Don’t stop.”
His hand grips my ass cheek, and he tugs me in tighter, flexing his thighs to thrust up against me. “Mmm, fuck Penny, want you to soak me, baby.”
“Evan—I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” he commands, his palm slapping my ass as he says it.
The words and the sensation snap something inside me, and my orgasm crashes over. I muffle my cry into his neck, hips jerking helplessly as I grind through it, thighs shaking around his legs.
“Fuck…yes,” he groans, voice breaking.
His hips buck up hard beneath me once, then twice, and then he’s cursing low and ragged as he comes in his boxers while I’m still moaning and trembling in his ear.
We stay locked together for a few seconds, his arms banded around me like he hasn’t quite caught up either. My breath is still uneven against his neck, thighs loose around him as everything fades from sharp to warm and heavy.
He exhales roughly, and his forehead drops to my shoulder.
“Jesus, Penny…”
I huff a soft, breathless laugh against his skin as the room starts to come back into focus and the fact that we’re very much not alone in the world outside this couch.
My cheek drags against his shoulder as I lift my head, hands sliding down to rest more loosely against his chest.
“You okay?” His question comes out soft.
I nod. “Yeah.”
My eyes meet warm hazel, and the look in them steadies something in me immediately. There’s no regret, and that matters to me more than anything else. I swallow, then ease back. My hands drag lightly across his chest as I move, reluctant to give up the contact, and his grip doesn’t drop straight away.
He lets go once I slide back enough to stand, and I smooth my hands down my thighs, grounding myself, trying to get my head back online.
“Maybe I should…” I pause, then try again. “I should probably head back out to the guest house. Give you a minute.”
I turn halfway when his hand catches my wrist again, and my breath catches. He’s watching me like he’s working something out in real time, and his shoulders still rising a little too fast.
“Don’t do that,” he says.
My brows pull together slightly. “Do what?”
“Act like that was something we just…” He exhales sharply, scrubbing his other hand over his jaw. “That wasn’t nothing, Pen.”
“I didn’t say it was,” I reply.
His eyes hold mine for a beat longer, like he needs to be sure. Then his grip loosens, but he doesn’t drop my hand entirely.
