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‘You taste... different,’ she said.
‘In a good way?’ I asked.
‘In a really good way, like the custard that you get inside donuts.’
Eva’s eyes glittered when she looked at me.
‘Your turn,’ I said.
‘It’s late, you don’t have t–’ Before she finished her sentence, I’d pushed her over the bar and pulled down her trousers along with her panties, sinking three fingers deep inside her. Her cunt was soaked, dripping with need.
‘I do have to,’ I grunted, fucking her over the bar with my fingers. ‘I’m obsessed with you, Eva. I need to hear you cry my name again. It’s consumed me since you did it last. I need my name on your lips as badly as I need air.’
Her back arched as she whimpered and writhed.
‘Look how wet you are. Damn, I want to fill you to bursting with my dick. But you’ve drained me, so my fingers will have to do.’
‘Amor,’ she whimpered. ‘Oh, fuck.’
I pulled her body up against my chest, moving my hand around her hips to fill her from the front as she bucked against me. My other hand fell across her throat, and I pinned her tightly, the hammering of her pulse driving my fingers deeper inside her.
My teeth and tongue found her jaw, and I devoured every inch I could reach as she trembled in my arms.
‘Come for me, sweet one. Fill my hand with your excitement.’ I grazed my thumb up over her swollen clit as she cried out. Her cunt gripped hard on my fingers, pulsating rhythmically as she arched against me.
‘That’s it, Eva. Give me everything.’
‘Amor,’ she cried as I rode out her orgasm, not stopping until she collapsed against me.
‘You’re fucking perfect,’ I whispered into her hair, kissing her neck where my fingers had held her firm.
‘Are you sure you’re a virgin?’ she breathed as I held her, my fingers still sunk to the knuckles in her wetness.
‘The urge to please you is making for great strides in knowledge.’
She shivered in my arms as the heat of our passion gave way to the cool bar. We righted our clothing amidst warm cheeks and quick glances.
‘I brought something for you,’ I said, fetching the paper bag I’d discarded upon entering the bar.
‘For me? What is it?’ Her face lit up as I passed the bag to her.
‘You really didn’t have to get me anythi—’ Her voice cut out as she blinked up at me, her eyes glossing over as she pulled out a handful of the Old Maid cakes in the familiar wrappers.
‘I took a bus to the city this morning to explore a little. I saw them and thought of you.’
One small tear escaped her right eye as she dropped the cakes back into the bag. My stomach fell. Had I read her so wrong?
‘Thank you,’ she said, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me against her in a tight hold.
‘I wasn’t trying to take his place. I just thought that you deserved someone bringing you the little cakes even now.’
Pulling back, I watched her expression change, and for the first time since I’d met her, a sunny smile stole across her face. If I hadn’t been cupid myself, I’d have sworn someone had struck me with one of my own golden arrows right at that moment.
‘Good night, Amor,’ she said, taking one of the cakes and slipping it into my hand. ‘See you tomorrow for the auction.’
‘Can I ask a favour?’ I said, looking for any reason to delay leaving her for the night.
‘Sure.’
