breasts were almost flat against his chest. The insatiable need to do something overwhelmed her. She wanted him so much.
Him.
No one else.
Only Evan.
Charlie moved her hands down his back, then up over his shoulders, coming to rest on his hard chest.
Then to her surprise, he gently cupped her breast, kneading it with his fingers. She’d thought she’d been in ecstasy, but his touch sent a surge of heat through her like a lightning bolt. It was so hot she felt like she was on fire, being consumed by desire. She needed him inside her.
Evan suddenly leaned back from her out of her grasp.
Desperate for this not to end, Charlie reached for him, her eyes glazed with passion. “Please,” she mumbled huskily.
Evan, his green eyes dark and filled with heat, looked down into her eyes.
And want.
And need.
Without saying a word, he stood and held out his hand to her. Charlie extended hers and he clasped it, pulling her to her feet and leading her into her bedroom.
In only a few moments, she was laying on the bed, looking up at him as he kneeled beside her.
“Charlie, I need you,” he rasped. “I need you so damn much.”
“I need you too, Evan.”
A flash of realization and then disappointment crossed his face. He started to ease away from her. “I don’t have any protection.”
Charlie, desperate not to lose the moment, needing this more than she ever needed anything in her life, grabbed his arm. “I’m on the pill, Evan. We’ll be ok.”
Charlie watched him, his conflicting emotions evident upon his face.
“You sure, Charlie?” he asked hesitantly.
She nodded, looking like a goddess, a temptress, her dark blonde curls fanned about her head as she lay on the pillow, her pink lips slightly parted, waiting for him to kiss her once more.
He was weakening. “I’ve always used my own protection. This is the first time I haven’t.”
“This is my first time, too, Evan.”
She reached for him and he willingly bent towards her, forcefully pressing his lips down on hers. This time the kiss wasn’t soft or gentle. It was hot and eager, filled with passion.
Charlie ran her fingers through his hair, then up and down his back. Evan pulled a hairbreadth away from her and lifted her shirt, pulling the soft cups of her lacy bra away from her creamy breasts. When he brought his mouth down to her breast, she moaned, consumed by how she was feeling as he suckled it, kissed it, licked it with his tongue, tracing the nipple and then taking it in his mouth again.
Her heart pounding erratically, she could feel the moisture between her legs, experiencing desire and want and need like she’d never experienced before. She had to do something. She wanted him closer.
“Evan,” she gasped. “Let me take my bra off.”
When he moved back she sat up. Reaching out, he tugged her shirt off her and then reached around her back and unhooked the snap of her bra, removing it in one swift movement.
His eyes never leaving hers, Evan stood and removed his shirt and pants and underwear.
Charlie stared at him in awe. She quickly pulled her pants off, leaving her lacy underwear on.
“Charlie.”
“Make love to me.”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her once again, gently lowering her down until her head lay on the pillow. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, and slid his hand down her stomach to the dainty elastic band of her underwear.
He tugged on her underwear, pulling them down her legs. For a moment he froze, staring at her.
“Charlie, you’re shaved.”
“Yes.”
He reached his hand out and touched the soft skin where hair had been before she’d shaved it off.
“You feel so soft,” he groaned before he bent and took her mouth with his once more. Then he began caressing her, dipping his fingers into her warm, moist folds.
Wantonly, she moved her hips against his hand. Her need for him overwhelming her so much that she wasn’t even thinking about what she was doing. It was like some primal
Him.
No one else.
Only Evan.
Charlie moved her hands down his back, then up over his shoulders, coming to rest on his hard chest.
Then to her surprise, he gently cupped her breast, kneading it with his fingers. She’d thought she’d been in ecstasy, but his touch sent a surge of heat through her like a lightning bolt. It was so hot she felt like she was on fire, being consumed by desire. She needed him inside her.
Evan suddenly leaned back from her out of her grasp.
Desperate for this not to end, Charlie reached for him, her eyes glazed with passion. “Please,” she mumbled huskily.
Evan, his green eyes dark and filled with heat, looked down into her eyes.
And want.
And need.
Without saying a word, he stood and held out his hand to her. Charlie extended hers and he clasped it, pulling her to her feet and leading her into her bedroom.
In only a few moments, she was laying on the bed, looking up at him as he kneeled beside her.
“Charlie, I need you,” he rasped. “I need you so damn much.”
“I need you too, Evan.”
A flash of realization and then disappointment crossed his face. He started to ease away from her. “I don’t have any protection.”
Charlie, desperate not to lose the moment, needing this more than she ever needed anything in her life, grabbed his arm. “I’m on the pill, Evan. We’ll be ok.”
Charlie watched him, his conflicting emotions evident upon his face.
“You sure, Charlie?” he asked hesitantly.
She nodded, looking like a goddess, a temptress, her dark blonde curls fanned about her head as she lay on the pillow, her pink lips slightly parted, waiting for him to kiss her once more.
He was weakening. “I’ve always used my own protection. This is the first time I haven’t.”
“This is my first time, too, Evan.”
She reached for him and he willingly bent towards her, forcefully pressing his lips down on hers. This time the kiss wasn’t soft or gentle. It was hot and eager, filled with passion.
Charlie ran her fingers through his hair, then up and down his back. Evan pulled a hairbreadth away from her and lifted her shirt, pulling the soft cups of her lacy bra away from her creamy breasts. When he brought his mouth down to her breast, she moaned, consumed by how she was feeling as he suckled it, kissed it, licked it with his tongue, tracing the nipple and then taking it in his mouth again.
Her heart pounding erratically, she could feel the moisture between her legs, experiencing desire and want and need like she’d never experienced before. She had to do something. She wanted him closer.
“Evan,” she gasped. “Let me take my bra off.”
When he moved back she sat up. Reaching out, he tugged her shirt off her and then reached around her back and unhooked the snap of her bra, removing it in one swift movement.
His eyes never leaving hers, Evan stood and removed his shirt and pants and underwear.
Charlie stared at him in awe. She quickly pulled her pants off, leaving her lacy underwear on.
“Charlie.”
“Make love to me.”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her once again, gently lowering her down until her head lay on the pillow. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, and slid his hand down her stomach to the dainty elastic band of her underwear.
He tugged on her underwear, pulling them down her legs. For a moment he froze, staring at her.
“Charlie, you’re shaved.”
“Yes.”
He reached his hand out and touched the soft skin where hair had been before she’d shaved it off.
“You feel so soft,” he groaned before he bent and took her mouth with his once more. Then he began caressing her, dipping his fingers into her warm, moist folds.
Wantonly, she moved her hips against his hand. Her need for him overwhelming her so much that she wasn’t even thinking about what she was doing. It was like some primal
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