Page 43 of Love and Loathing

He kissed her again, meltingly slowly, as though testing a theory: still the same, still dizzying, still a mix of sweetness and insane need that drove claws into his chest, dragged him primal and bestial to the surface. He held her gaze, steadier now, his intentions clear. She smiled.

He moved her away a little, hands on her arms, forced her to take a step back so that he had room enough to see. Then he slipped his hands behind her, drew down the zip of her dress and pushed the tiny straps from her shoulders.

The red crumpled to the floor, a rose falling, and Evie stood there, thin and pale, the small breasts perfect, nipples dark, hard, tipped up and gloriously pert as though begging for his mouth. He traced his eyes down, in no hurry, enjoying just looking. Taut, flat stomach and slim hips, a tiny scrap of fabric.

“Take that off.”

She did, and stepped out of the pooled dress, already barefooted. Nothing at all but Evie.

“Turn around.”

With a slight protest in the narrowing of her eyes, she did as told, turning so he could see the long lean back, the slight swell of her buttocks, the legs that went on forever.

He took off his shoes, his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt sleeves. “Don’t move,” he said, when she started to turn back to him. With a faint noise of protest, she faced away again, and he smiled to himself as he stepped up behind her.

She gasped as his hands gripped the back of her thighs, ran slowly up to the round swell above. He trailed his fingers up her waist, over her ribs, feeling her tremble as he brought his hands round to cup her breasts. He kissed the back of her neck, softly,lightly, swiping a thumb over one hard nipple and hearing her gasp.

“Are you already as wet as I think you are?” he murmured, moving one hand back down her back, over her ass, and between her thighs. He grunted, eyes shutting at what he found there. “Even wetter. Good girl.”

Her breast was perfect in his hand, the nipple a perfect pearl between his fingers. He teased it while he explored her pussy with his other hand, tracing the edges, getting to know it, making a perfect map in his mind. Her clit was firm, and she jerked, gasping, when he touched it. So he did again, mouth smiling against her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin and the new scent of her arousal.

“Are you going to come like this?” he asked softly, circling her clit again. He hadn’t even pushed inside her yet, fingers moving back to the warmth and slickness there. “I’m not even in you yet, Evie, and you’re trembling.”

“Shut up,” she breathed, and in almost the same gasp: “Please.”

He slid a fingertip inside, pushing into the warm flesh, finding her tight but loosening with every breath, his fingers coated. She moaned and he pushed deeper, until she took his whole finger, trembling and tightening around it. God, he wanted to feel her on his cock. He was so hard he was dizzy with it, every bit of friction, every nudge of her ass against him driving him crazy.

He took his hands from her, unbuttoned his trousers, his waistcoat, his shirt. “Get on the bed,” he said, undressing with clumsy fingers.

She did so, sitting on the edge of it, watching him.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.”

“Tested?”

“It’s all OK.”

He laughed slightly as he came over to her. “How are you so calm?”

“I’m not.”

No, that was true. She was shivering, looking up at him, her cheeks flushed. He knelt down, their faces level, and touched her cheek, kissed her, all his frantic lust splintering like a fractal pattern, creating whole new worlds of need, every possible kind.

“Do you still want this, Evie?”

“Yes.”

“Am I too bossy?”

“No.”

“Then lie back on the bed and spread your legs so I can eat you out.”

She flushed, half laughing, but did as he said—lying back, at least. He tsked slightly, pushing her knees apart. “Wider, Evie. I want you wide open.”

He heard another muffled, “Shut up,” but he wasn’t really listening, was enjoying looking at her too much.Fuck,but she was perfect. He kissed her knee, eyes on the treat ahead, unable to stop himself trailing a finger up there, watching it disappear inside. She moaned, hips shifting, and he pumped her with her finger, imagining it was his cock until he couldn’t stand torturing himself anymore and moved up to kiss her there, mouth on her clit while his finger continued its work.

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