Page 48 of Hot and Bothered
His eyes glittered darkly with a ravenous desire. He didn’t make me wait, shucking off the rest of his clothes easily and coming to kneel on the bed.
I was confronted with a fully naked Evan. A fully hard, long, and thick naked Evan. My body temperature spiked as a bead of sweat ran down my back. It was mostly in arousal but with a tinge of fear. He was… big. To say the least.
But I didn’t want to let my fears get in the way. I took him in my hand gently and relished the pleased hiss he couldn’t hold back. I stroked up and down, examining him with a curious, ardent fascination. He was warm and heavy. There was a heft to him that surprised me.
I continued stroking until he started twitching. Then I laid back on the bed and hooked my thumbs under my panties, sliding them down until I could kick them away. I spread my legs for Evan, one on either side of him as he loomed over me. Wetness dripped down my thighs. I was so ready for him.
His gaze was fixated on my pulsating core, his eyes ablaze.
I took him in my hand again, guiding him down.
“Are you sure?” he hoarsely.
“Yes,” I said. “Very sure.”
“Wait.” He leaned over to the side and quickly rummaged through the nightstand before returning back to me with a small foil square in his hand. He ripped it open and rolled on protection, then positioned himself between my legs again.
Evan was going to be my first. The thought nearly blew my mind into a hundred pieces.
But I didn’t have long to mull over it because his stiff length nudged against my entrance and he took my face in his hands.
“Ready?” he asked.
“So ready,” I breathed.
He put his mouth to mine as he pushed inside. I gasped out loud. He was big, stretching me in ways I’d never felt before, but the pain quickly subsided and turned into waves of pleasure. He was hitting spots inside me I hadn’t even known existed, spots that made fireworks explode before my eyes with every push and pull.
I panted into his mouth as he kissed me through it. Every pump of his hips brought new and entirely thrilling sensations until I thought I might fly apart completely, as if my entire being might spark into a raging inferno.
I rose higher and higher until I was sure that if I reached out a hand I’d be able to touch the stars. I was close, so close.
He brought a hand to the apex of my thighs, playing with that cluster of nerves. I combusted like a supernova, crying out my pleasure, clawing into his back and quaking so hard I thought my bones may splinter.
I’d never come that hard in my life. And the thought that it was Evan who had brought me that much pleasure was almost as wonderful as the orgasm itself.
Finally, my neck went limp, my head falling back as I sucked air into my tired lungs. I barely registered his own release until he slipped out of me carefully, soft and spent. I was so far gone into my own hazy world of afterglow.
Evan wrapped me up in his arms and cuddled me against his own heaving chest.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Amaaaazing.” My words were nearly slurred as my lips and tongue re-learned how to make sentences all over again. “Oh my god. That was… Wow.”
He chuckled at my lack of eloquence.
I lifted my head from the mattress. “Can we do that again?”
“Up for another round already?” Evan quirked an eyebrow. “Give a guy a minute to recover.”
I snuggled back down into his arms and smiled.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I can be patient.”
19
The next morning I woke to find an ache between my legs and stinging bruises along my collarbone. The sensations, though perhaps a tinge uncomfortable, were more than welcome reminders of the day’s previous activities.
I stretched out my limbs to all four corners of the bed with an early morning yawn. My hand smacked against flesh.
