Page 76 of Fate Fiction

He began dotting kisses along my jawline, his lips moved downward, brushing along my vagus nerve. I was floating somewhere a mile above this cabin.

“Can I—can I touch you?” Evan groaned against my neck. “Please, I need⁠—“

“Yes,” I whispered back. Regretting it the minute I said it. We were getting into deeper shit now. My hindbrain was electrified. Hormones and nerves wanted this. Chased it.

Signals fired and misfired. Friction built, warm and delicious. Flints sparked. A flame. A fast burn. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my stomach. He reveled in the folds of my skin, the way it spilt out over the top of my pants.

“So soft,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”

He dropped to his knees and planted both hands on my hips. He gazed up with heavy eyes. His tongue dragged across his lips. A silent conversation happened.

Can I take these off?

Yes, please.

My pants dropped to the ground, I was standing before him nearly naked and exposed.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my thong and toyed with it. “These too?”

“Yes,” I said empathically.

His head ducked down as he planted slow kisses along the inside of my thighs. His beard scratched the soft skin of my legs. When his tongue found the space between my legs and dipped between my folds I nearly stumbled backward. His hot breath found itself curling up inside me. More unraveling.

He stood abruptly, leaving me trembling in search of his touch.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I stuttered out.

“Taking this to the bed,” he grunted out. Evan gripped my shoulders and guided me behind the curtain. His clothes were folded in neat piles on the pine shelves, and he lit a gas lamp as I sat on the edge of his bed.

Warmth and light flooded the room.

Evan nodded towards the pile of pillows, “lay down.”

I slid myself back on the bed until my shoulders rested on the pillows. I wanted to offer him something. Gratitude. A blow job. Anything to show him how much more he was giving me than I was giving him. Evan seemed insistent on focusing on my pleasure alone.

He cocked his head to the side as he assessed me. “This might be the best view I’ve seen here.”

“Likewise,” I eked out. So fucking corny, but for some reason absurdly perfect.

I squirmed, too deep in my head to figure out what to do with my hands and my other limbs. Evan leaned in close and gestured to my glasses, “may I?” I nodded and he slid them off, laying them gently on the nightstand. His silhouette was reduced to beige blurs, but I felt him.

There was shuffling, and I watched his shorts slide down. He gripped his cock in his hand, already stiff.

“I don’t know if I can hold on very long,” he said. His voice was tight like he was mid-battle and every word caught in his throat.

“That’s okay,” I placated. “This is—” Beyond my wildest dreams. A fucking fantasy.

Evan climbed onto the bed and straddled me, I placed my hands on his hips. He was all hard lines and sculpted muscle. He moved with the agility of a true athlete.

I felt the slickness between my legs grow. Something large and blurry hung between his legs.

“Are you sure you want this—?” he started.

“Yes,” I nearly cried. “Please.”

Evan leaned towards me, dragging his palms slowly up my thigh. He gripped at the soft tissue, his blunt nails dug into my skin. His thumbs drew closer to my core, and he parted me open with a cautious softness. I stifled a moan at his cool fingertips touching the heat coursing inside me.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Seems you might not last all that long either.”