The words still do something to me. Maybe they always will.
“I love you, too.”
The first full thrust is controlled, but the second is not. My heels dig into him as he drives deeper and punches out a groan.His grip shifts beneath my thigh, opening me wider, changing the angle until the next thrust wrings a cry out of me.
“Ohh you like that?” Another thrust, just as deep and deliberate. “You like it when I fuck you hard?”
I nod, already breathless, lifting my hips up to meet his stroke for stroke, the bed frame rattling beneath us while my heels knock against his skin.
“God, look at you,” he murmurs, hips still rolling. “Taking me so good in these fucking heels. You like that?”
I clench around him so hard his breath punches out. “Yesss.”
“Jesus.” His mouth drops to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. Just breathes there, close enough to make me feel every word. “I'll buy you a thousand pairs, baby.”
Pleasure coils tight and bright in my belly, and I grab at his shoulders as he starts fucking me harder. The careful edge is gone now, replaced by something hungrier but still entirely Evan.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he rasps.
I hold his gaze as long as I can, but then the pressure builds too perfectly, and my head tips back against the pillow.
“Pen,” he says, breath hot against my cheek. “Watch how I fuck you.”
My head tips forward, and I force my gaze to his as he licks a slow stripe up two fingers, then drags that hand around me. “You wanna be filled, Pen?”
I feel the slick press of his fingers against my ass, teasing enough to make my whole body jolt in pleasure.
Evan’s eyes lock on mine. “Still green?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Holy shit.”
His jaw flexes, and his next thrust punches a moan out of me as my nails bite into his shoulders. His fingers press a little firmer, enough to make the pleasure sharpen until I can barely breathe.
“Evan, I’m gonna—”
“I know.” His voice breaks rough against my mouth. “I can feel it.”
He fucks into me faster while his slick fingers circle my ass, teasing just enough to make every thrust hit deeper.
“Pleeeease.”
“Please what, Lucky Penny?”
“Make me come.”
His eyes flare, then his mouth crashes down on mine again. The thrusts turn feral, and the pleasure breaks open so hard I cry out against his mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans, voice breaking. “That’s it. Come all over my cock.”
The filth of it sends another wave through me, and I sob his name, clinging to him as the orgasm rolls on and on.
Evan follows a few strokes later, body shuddering hard as he buries himself deep and groans into my neck. I feel the whole of him shake with it, feel the exact second his control gives out, and I hold him through it the way he’s held me through everything else.
“Fuck, Pen.”
“I know,” I rasp. “You should dress up as a marshmallow penguin more often, huh.”
We both laugh, and he kisses the sound out of me, smiling against my mouth.
