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“You can. Then I’m going to need you back in bed immediately. I’m not nearly done with you.”
She raised an eyebrow and asked, “You’re not?”
He walked over to the bed and stretched out next to her, trailing a finger down her side. He quietly said, “Not now that I’ve had a taste of you.”
Leaning forward, she rolled the thigh highs down her leg, rubbing the slight red mark that they left. After she had removed them both, she lay back down on her side, facing him. He tucked her against him and idly trailed
a hand down her back.
She wondered how irrevocably they had fucked things up between them by giving in to their attraction. Could they pursue any sort of actual relationship? Hell, did he even want to pursue any sort of relationship or was this just scratching an itch? Did she want to pursue anything? Her thoughts were beginning to spiral out of control when she felt a finger under her chin.
He stared at her for a moment and then said, “Princess, I can practically see the wheels turning in your brain right now. Come back to me.”
Like he had flipped a light switch, the thoughts that were racing through her mind just ceased. Stretching her mouth up, she brushed her lips against his, enjoying the way he dipped his head to meet her.
They lay that way, in the dim light of his bedroom, their lips brushing against each other, tongues twining for what could have been minutes or hours. She lost track of everything but the feel of his hands as they stroked over her. The feeling of his body as it pressed against hers.
As they continued to kiss, his touch strayed up to her breast. He stroked and teased her nipple, rubbing his thumb over it gently. When he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger until she moaned his name and hitched one thigh up over his waist.
His hand moved to cup her hip and press her against him. “Again?” he murmured against her lips.
When she said, “Yes, again,” he slipped his hand between her thighs and groaned.
“You’re so ready,” he said, his voice strained.
He moved his hand from between her thighs and rolled over to tear a condom off the strip that still lay on the nightstand. When he turned to face her again, she took the condom from his hands and tore it open. She fondled and stroked him as she rolled on the protection. By the time he was covered, his breathing was rapid.
He rolled onto his back and said, “Ride me.”
Needing no further instruction, Taryn straddled his hips, reaching back to position him at her opening. Sinking down on to him slowly, she moaned.
As she rose back up, her gaze met his. He watched with such concentration, as if he was trying to memorize the moment. Leaning forward, she braced her palms on either side of his head and began to move over him.
When she found her rhythm, he groaned and gripped her hips. She could feel his fingertips biting into her flesh. She was almost certain that there would be bruising but she didn’t care. She loved that he was as out of control as she was and that he seemed to know how she wanted to be touched.
As the beginnings of her release began to bloom low in her belly, she panted out, “You feel so fucking good inside me. The way you fill me up!”
His hands released their biting grip on her hips and slid up to cup her breasts. Teasing her nipples again, he pinched the tight peaks until her head dropped back on a cry. One of his hands slid down to toy with her clit. He pressed and swirled his fingers against her until she came apart above him. Her orgasm crashing over her in waves as she clenched around him.
Her rhythm started to falter as the last of her orgasm faded. Evan reached up and plucked her off of him as if she were weightless.
“On the bed, facedown, ass up,” he groaned out, reaching down to stroke himself.
She scrambled to obey him without even considering. He moved in behind her and lined himself up with her opening and said, “Turn your face to the side, Princess. I want to see you.”
The moment her cheek laid against the comforter of his bed, he slid back inside her. Gripping her hips, he thrust at a steady pace that had her building quickly toward another orgasm. Leaning forward, he gripped her hair and said, “Fuck. Just like that, Princess. Take it all.”
Taryn pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as the tension built inside her once again. She whimpered with each stroke and pressed back against him shamelessly. Right on the edge again, she raised her hips slightly, changing the angle of his penetration
“Don’t bite your lip. I want to hear you,” he gritted out.
She released her lip from between her teeth and said, “Oh god, Evan. Fuck me harder.”
On an oath, the hand in her hair tightened as he began to slam into her. She immediately clenched around him, crying out as she shattered to pieces around him again. He still pounded into her mercilessly after her orgasm ceased, seeking his own release.
She clenched her internal muscles around him and felt the movement in his hips stutter. She repeated the move, squeezing him each time he thrust into her until he pulled out of her suddenly. She was uncertain what was going on until he pressed her down and said, “Don’t move.”
Seconds later, she felt the hot splash of cum across her hips and back, a small drop landing on her cheek. No one had ever come on her before. It was strange, but she kind of liked it.
