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“Anything with you is special Mark, and giving myself to you is what matters most… Please?” she asks, her breath shivering with arousal close to my ear. Shaking with what I know is her deep need to come with me inside her.
Moving her legs so she’s straddled me in the chair. It’s like I’m already to enter her, feeling my straining tip against the heat of her sex as she starts to press harder against me, making us both moan again.
I won’t refuse her, not if she insists. But I really wanted our first time to be magical. Under the stars on our own private beach.
Something that doesn’t involve a kitchen table and her dad’s place.
That’s the main thing. Just everything being so much about Nick as well as Evelyn in this house.
It’s like he’s right here watching over us. Those damned photos so fresh in my mind.
His own heart pulsing weakly superimposed over them from the memory of his surgery.
Sensing my shift in mood, she relaxes a little. Pouting with mock disappointment, I think we both silently agree that somewhere special is just that.
Maybe she’s more comfortable losing her virginity at home though?
“I’ve waited my whole life for you, Mark,” she says cryptically.
I hear myself swallowing hard, my heartbeat thumping in my ears in time with the pulse in my pants.
The throbbing pressed against her.
So close, yet so far away if I don’t take her right now.
“I guess I can wait a little longer,” she sighs, catching her breath a little.
“Just a few hours,” I remind her, squeezing her rump with both my hands, feeling how small she is and not understanding anything about her worrying about her size.
I’m a big guy, and she’s the perfect fit.
“A few hours,” she cautions me, her eyes flashing with the satisfaction of close enough is good enough for now.
“I promise,” I tell her, pushing my hips up and lifting her higher as we both enjoy a little more of as good as it gets with our clothes on.
My phone rings and I roll my eyes, grateful we didn’t go any further just yet.
“It might be about dad,” she says, echoing my own thoughts.
I get up from the chair, still holding her, and answer. Setting her back down once I know who it is.
Chapter Fifteen
Evelyn
I guess I can wait.
Like Mark says, it’s just a few hours really, and the thought of me like that, on the kitchen table.
Nah.
I’d never be able to eat breakfast or have a coffee with dad there again.
“Dean Winters, thanks for getting back to me so soon…” I hear Mark saying as he sets me down.
He’s made more calls than I expected by the looks, while I was looking up Bermuda. Where it is and what there is to do there.
But it sounds like Mark Love has already taken care of more than just where we’re going and what we’ll be doing too.
“It’s regarding a recent scholarship applicant, Evelyn Partridge,” he continues and I hear myself stifle a shriek, rushing over to him, begging him as quietly as I can not to interfere.
How embarrassing.
Mark’s hand goes up and he gives me a firm look, his head shaking just enough to let me know not to interfere myself now.
He’s got this.
Dr. Love has got everything under control, all the time. Even when he’s in the middle of… Well.
Maybe it’s for the best, just a few hours more.
My heart quickens at the thought.
Dad safe and well from surgery. And I’m about to bed the good doctor in Bermuda, and now hearing him explain why I was a no show to my scholarship interview.
I heave a sigh, feeling my nipples stiffen under my blouse as I watch Mark speak.
His deep, commanding voice in total control but with a friendly air that just makes me want to cry I love him so much.
“…Well. I operated on her father, Nick Partridge. He was taken ill quite suddenly and Evelyn was called to the hospital, meaning she missed… Oh no, he’ll be fine. A similar procedure to your own… He’s an old college buddy actually. Friend of the family. What’s that? That’s right. Uh huh… Well, if you could see your way clear too…?”
He smiles broadly, shooting me a wink I know means he’s saved the day yet again.
“Thanks, Dean. I guess I owe you one. She can expect a new time for a second interview? Great. I think post would be best, might be a week or two before things are back to normal for her and her dad,” he adds with a clinical tone.
I feel a bit giddy all of a sudden, needing to sit down again.
To take all this in.
Maybe long enough for me to hold off a few hours? I don’t know.
I hurl myself into his arms again, once he’s off the phone, playfully punching him and telling him off for doing what he’s just done for me.
