it gone right that second. Randi blinked, stunned by the sight of his muscular chest and defined abs, covered by an abundance of bare skin that she was suddenly itching to touch.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed softly, still dazed by his passion.
His eyes were like blue flames, his solemn, unwavering stare fixed on her as he tossed his sweater on the floor. Evan didn’t speak as he kneeled beside the couch and sat her up, pulling her sweater over her head. She helped him, tossing the garment to the side, and reached for the front clip of her bra.
“Wait,” Evan insisted, fingering the silky material and tracing her hard, sensitive nipples through the bra. “This is sexy. I want to remember you like this. I want to remember everything.”
His deep voice was so reverent that the vibrations tremored down her spine and left goose bumps over her skin. “I need this, Evan. Please. This doesn’t have to mean that I like you, or that I expect anything. You don’t have to like me, either, in the future. But I want this now.”
She was usually overly cautious, and not likely to be so needy under usual circumstances. But she was tired of fighting her unrelenting attraction to this man, so tired of grieving her loss, and so damn weary of feeling so empty inside.
“You don’t have to like me,” Evan growled. “Just let me make you come.” He tore the bra from her upper body with a strong tug. The lacy garment was delicate, and it gave to his superior strength.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Even as Randi mourned the loss of her favorite bra, she moaned as he freed her breasts from their confinement.
In one smooth move, Evan slid onto the couch and between her thighs. She yanked him down, gasping as their heated skin collided. It was both torture and bliss. Her nipples grew impossibly harder as they abraded against his muscular chest.
Wrapping her arms around him, she moved her hands over his shoulders and down his back, touching every inch of bare skin she could find. He felt hot, hard, his skin was like velvet beneath her fingers.
He grasped her hair and pulled her head back, his lips and tongue trailing boldly over the vulnerable flesh on her neck. “I. Need. This. Too.” His voice was raspy and desperate.
His words echoed in her mind, and her body ignited as he boldly admitted that he wanted the same thing she did right now, needed it with the same urgency.
She longed to just let him take the lead, satiate her need, but she had to tell him one thing before she completely lost control.
“I don’t do oral sex,” she warned him. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t . She actually couldn’t . She’d tried to overcome her fears with a college boyfriend, and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience.
“Fine,” he answered sharply, sounding like he couldn’t care less what she was willing to give him as he rose to pull off her boots and unbutton her jeans.
Desperate and panting, she helped him. After kicking her feet out of her jeans, she reached for him again, but he stood and tore off his own denims. Randi sighed as he lowered his boxer shorts in one smooth motion and stepped out of them.
Backlit by the fire, Evan was gloriously naked and exquisitely made. His cock was long, thick, and so rock-hard that she wanted desperately to have him inside her. She reached out her hand to touch him instinctively, but he grasped her outstretched fingers. “No.” His tone was insistent.
He moved back between her thighs, draping one of her legs over the couch and placing the other over his shoulder.
“These match,” he observed, rubbing his thumb over the red silk of her panties.
“My favorite set,” she panted helplessly, trembling as his finger traced her wet pussy though the material. Her body was ready to incinerate, and he hadn’t even started to fuck her. She moaned as he slid one finger under the elastic and lightly touched her clit. “Oh, God. Evan. Please.” She desperately needed him inside her. Now. “What are
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed softly, still dazed by his passion.
His eyes were like blue flames, his solemn, unwavering stare fixed on her as he tossed his sweater on the floor. Evan didn’t speak as he kneeled beside the couch and sat her up, pulling her sweater over her head. She helped him, tossing the garment to the side, and reached for the front clip of her bra.
“Wait,” Evan insisted, fingering the silky material and tracing her hard, sensitive nipples through the bra. “This is sexy. I want to remember you like this. I want to remember everything.”
His deep voice was so reverent that the vibrations tremored down her spine and left goose bumps over her skin. “I need this, Evan. Please. This doesn’t have to mean that I like you, or that I expect anything. You don’t have to like me, either, in the future. But I want this now.”
She was usually overly cautious, and not likely to be so needy under usual circumstances. But she was tired of fighting her unrelenting attraction to this man, so tired of grieving her loss, and so damn weary of feeling so empty inside.
“You don’t have to like me,” Evan growled. “Just let me make you come.” He tore the bra from her upper body with a strong tug. The lacy garment was delicate, and it gave to his superior strength.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Even as Randi mourned the loss of her favorite bra, she moaned as he freed her breasts from their confinement.
In one smooth move, Evan slid onto the couch and between her thighs. She yanked him down, gasping as their heated skin collided. It was both torture and bliss. Her nipples grew impossibly harder as they abraded against his muscular chest.
Wrapping her arms around him, she moved her hands over his shoulders and down his back, touching every inch of bare skin she could find. He felt hot, hard, his skin was like velvet beneath her fingers.
He grasped her hair and pulled her head back, his lips and tongue trailing boldly over the vulnerable flesh on her neck. “I. Need. This. Too.” His voice was raspy and desperate.
His words echoed in her mind, and her body ignited as he boldly admitted that he wanted the same thing she did right now, needed it with the same urgency.
She longed to just let him take the lead, satiate her need, but she had to tell him one thing before she completely lost control.
“I don’t do oral sex,” she warned him. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t . She actually couldn’t . She’d tried to overcome her fears with a college boyfriend, and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience.
“Fine,” he answered sharply, sounding like he couldn’t care less what she was willing to give him as he rose to pull off her boots and unbutton her jeans.
Desperate and panting, she helped him. After kicking her feet out of her jeans, she reached for him again, but he stood and tore off his own denims. Randi sighed as he lowered his boxer shorts in one smooth motion and stepped out of them.
Backlit by the fire, Evan was gloriously naked and exquisitely made. His cock was long, thick, and so rock-hard that she wanted desperately to have him inside her. She reached out her hand to touch him instinctively, but he grasped her outstretched fingers. “No.” His tone was insistent.
He moved back between her thighs, draping one of her legs over the couch and placing the other over his shoulder.
“These match,” he observed, rubbing his thumb over the red silk of her panties.
“My favorite set,” she panted helplessly, trembling as his finger traced her wet pussy though the material. Her body was ready to incinerate, and he hadn’t even started to fuck her. She moaned as he slid one finger under the elastic and lightly touched her clit. “Oh, God. Evan. Please.” She desperately needed him inside her. Now. “What are
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