Chapter 16: sex Spark
His mouth was covered with me as he licked the remainder from his fingers. "Incredible sweetness," he said quietly, like he was talking to himself. He stood up and removed my bra, latching his mouth and tasting my nipples immediately. They were so hard they were almost painful. He pulled at them until I nearly moaned out loud. Waves of intoxicating sensation ran rapid through me like my body was being lit from the inside with a small careful flame.
He picked me up and tossed me on the bed.
Now. The last time I had seen Evan without clothing it was by candlelight which, while romantic, does not give you the full picture. This time the lights were on and I want you to understand what I was looking at. Tight muscles. Large thighs built to support that chest. A flat stomach. An erection that hit the middle of it. His body could have been immortalized by Cézanne or Renoir and art historians would have debated it for centuries. I looked at him hungrily, ready to devour every part of him
My legs started shaking a little. Had he gotten bigger since the last time or had the candlelight simply been very generous to my nerves? I swallowed hard. Maybe I was not quite as confident as I thought.
He crawled up slowly towards me with those amber eyes fixed on my lips and I felt warmth leak from my core before he had even touched me. The depth of his eyes held a promise that tonight was going to be something I would not forget and i knew he intended to fufill it. He kissed slowly up my stomach, to both breasts, then to my mouth. Dragging it out as slowly as possible. i moaned loudly, wanting him to hurry up and take me
He moaned into the kiss and then stopped.
"Why not me?" he asked. Just like that. Out of nowhere. "I wanted to be the first. I wanted to give you what you needed. I wanted to make you feel so special"
There was something real and unguarded in his eyes and it caught me completely off guard.
I blinked. Then I rolled him onto his back. I kissed him on one jaw. "You were the first to show me how beautiful I was." I kissed the other. "You were the first to teach me to love my body." I tore the condom from the packet, slid it on without breaking eye contact and raised myself over him. I took him in inch by slow inch until he had stretched me completely and a moan left my mouth without permission.
"And you were the first to teach me what real pleasure felt like without breaking your promise," I said, moving slowly up and down. "That is what a real man does."
He flipped me over. Grabbed both my legs and bent them toward the bed. He started slowly and built momentum as my body responded and his breathing changed and the room filled with the sound of us moving together. He growled as his orgasm crested and took the final stroke hard. I was so out of breath afterward that I briefly considered whether I needed medical attention.
He released my legs and laid his head on my stomach. I rubbed his hair. The silky tightness of his curls rolled across my fingers. We stayed like that until we both drifted off without planning to.
I woke up to the sound of the shower running.
Two in the morning. I climbed out of the thoroughly destroyed bed and walked to the bathroom. He was standing in the shower with his head against the wall, eyes closed, like a man having a conversation with himself.
I opened the door. The cool air must have pulled him back because he started talking immediately.
"I cannot get you out of my mind. I have been thinking about you for weeks. There were so many times I wanted to just hear your voice. I get lonely sometimes. I am not the kind of man who catches feelings easily."
I stood there and listened to him confess. He was warm and genuine and honest in a way that was going to be very inconvenient for me if I let it be. I rubbed the side of his face and he leaned into my hand like he had been waiting for exactly that. I kissed him and something I could not name passed between us.
He lifted me and carried me back to the bed.
He entered me from behind this time, raising my leg, rocking slowly, kissing along my neck, holding me against him with one arm while the fingers of his other hand worked my sex simultaneously. It felt entirely different from before. Different and devastating and so good I moaned directly into the pillow.
"Please do not stop," I whispered. "That feels so good."
"Relax," he said against my neck. "You feel incredible. Let me enjoy this."
He licked the side of my neck and blew cool air against the wet skin and my body moved faster despite my best efforts. He would not let me rush it. He kept that steady controlled pace like he had all the time in the world and I was going to receive every second of it whether I was ready or not.
I was not ready. It did not matter.
I grabbed the sheets and brought them to my mouth trying to muffle the sounds coming out of me. He found my spot with that precise finger and that extended stroke and I yelled out to the entire universe as his own sounds overtook him and we both collapsed.
"Oh my dear Jesus," he said afterward, eyes still closed. "What just happened in here."
I stared at the ceiling. I could not have explained it if someone had offered me a scholarship. My body was still trembling in small aftershocks. And I thought to myself that if any of those girls from the party had experienced even a fraction of what I just had, there would be no question at all about why they would never let this man go.
It was hard enough for me to leave. And I had to.
He tried to pull me back as I got up. "Stay with me Cadence," he said, and his voice was soft in a way I had not heard from him before. Almost like a child asking for something they already suspected the answer to.
I closed my eyes. If I stayed I would regret it. Not because of him. Because of what staying would mean about what I was feeling and I was not ready to look at that directly.
"I am sorry," I said. "I have an early morning."
I got dressed and kissed him goodbye and walked out the door before I could change my mind. I pressed my back against the door in the hallway and stood there breathing. That man could make me do things I would absolutely regret. That was the problem.
"Goodbye Evan," I whispered to the door.
And then I walked away.
What I did not know was that he was watching me through the peephole. He heard me whisper goodbye. He pressed his hand flat against the door from the other side. He knew I had felt everything he felt. He could see I was scared and he decided right then that he would give me time to figure out what it meant.
But he already knew what it meant for him.
Evan McCain was falling in love with me. And he had made it his personal mission to make sure I eventually understood that.
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