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“Kiss me.”
I did, slanting my lips over his as I kissed him with everything I had. I could never tell him how I felt, and I’d have to find a way to get over this before we parted ways, but I could show him.
I could let him know how much he meant to me, how important he’d become. I could give him some of what he gave me every time we were together.
Evan’s big hands clutched my ass as he thrust up into me. Every glide of his dick dragged his cockhead over my prostate, towing me closer and closer to my orgasm.
“Do you need my hand?” he asked against my kiss.
I shook my head, still kissing him like my life depended on it.
He moaned against my lips and moved faster, lifting me, then dropping me down on his cock in quick, sharp thrusts.
His body went taut, his cock pulsed. He tried to stop kissing me, but I kept our mouths fused together. Evan never came first, and I wanted his orgasm more than I wanted my own.
Finally he came with a low cry, squeezing my ass so hard I was sure he was going to leave marks. Warmth filled me as he emptied into the condom.
That triggered my own release, and I came only seconds after him, shooting all over his fancy dress shirt just like I’d wanted to.
Evan wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight, breathing hard as I gave into the pleasure and let go.
When I opened my eyes, Evan was staring at me with a strange look on his face.
“What?” Self-doubt cleaved me. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you were perfect.” He leaned in to give me a soft kiss. “You just… It’s nothing.”
“You sure?”
“I promise.” He brushed a lock of hair back from my forehead. “I’d say round one was a success.”
I laughed as euphoria washed over me. “You can say that again.”
“I’d say round one was a success.”
I rolled my eyes at his proud grin. “Cheeky. Can I ask you something?”
He nodded.
“I noticed that you seem to…”
“Seem to what?”
“Seem to like kissing while you come.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s not a bad thing,” I added quickly. “In fact, I’m a big fan because I love kissing you.”
“Kissing is the only thing that can make me lose control,” he said softly.
“Does it make you lose control? Or does kissing someone makes it easier for you to come?”
He sighed. “You really do have my number.”
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“It’s nothing dramatic. Control is something I’ve always been good at. Controlling my voice, my expressions, my emotions. It was the only way to survive my childhood.” He rubbed my ass, his eyes thoughtful and a little faraway.
