Part 27 (2/2)

Lucian tickled and teased her p.u.s.s.y, his hand a constant presence at her s.e.x, yet careful not to bring her to peak. She'd learn to accept his touch, depend on it. He was a demonstrative man, and Evelyn would become conditioned to expect his touch in all things, be it carnal, corporeal, or spiritual.

He intended to possess her wholly, not just mind and body, but also her soul. She'd already taken possession of parts of him no one had ever laid claim to. It was unnerving, and he needed to balance the scales for his own peace of mind.

Once he had her trembling with need, he pulled her and flipped her over the pillows. His c.o.c.k throbbed with delight at the vision of her succulent a.s.s raised before him. One day soon he'd take her virginity there too. At first he had been appalled and uncomfortable with the fact that he had taken her virtue. Now, it made him want to howl with satisfaction.

She was his. Only his.

He adjusted her hips and kneed her thighs apart. The pink flesh of her p.u.s.s.y was drenched with cream. It practically dripped down her thighs. His finger traced from her nape, down the long column of her spine, between the crevice of her a.s.s, and through the pool gathering at her awaiting p.u.s.s.y. She stretched like a cat and purred with need.

Crawling close to her backside, he lined his c.o.c.k with her s.e.x, bathed it in her slick fluid. ”You're mine, Evelyn. I'll never willingly let you walk out of my life again. I intend to make it so that you never want to.”

Lucian thrust into her in one smooth glide, gripping her hips hard, preventing her body from propelling forward with the force of his entry. Her tight little p.u.s.s.y strangled his c.o.c.k in its moist heat. She cried out and he gritted his teeth, fighting back his own release.

He withdrew slowly, savoring every bit of friction along the way, and slammed back into her. Her channel constricted and pulsed around him. Extracting his length with painful gradualness, her body reflexively tried to suck him back in. He held the glossy tip of his c.o.c.k at her rosy opening. His gut clenched, causing his come to stir deep inside, when he saw the muscles surrounding her p.u.s.s.y lips twitch and tighten, stretching around his girth. He plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt. Her head reared up, glorious chestnut hair arced in a wild mane, and she screamed as a violent o.r.g.a.s.m took hold of her.

Lucian's hips c.o.c.ked back. He angled himself over her and began drilling into her. He took her hard and he took her fast. Her p.u.s.s.y gripped his as if it never wanted to let him out. That was fine, because he never wanted to leave the shelter of her body.

He f.u.c.ked her like an animal. Their bodies glistened with perspiration. Her narrow shoulders flexed as her arms extended into the plush pillows at the headboard and fisted the silky fabric. His b.a.l.l.s tightened, drawing up tight, and his hips smacked into her a.s.s. He dug his fingers into her sides, yanking her back on him each time he plunged forward.

Sharp cries of ecstasy echoed each thrust. He blinked as salty dampness burned his eyes. His tongue tasted the briny moisture along his lips as he panted through his teeth. He wanted her to remember his possession, still feel him inside of her when she lay down to sleep at the end of this day.

He needed to possess her ruthlessly in a way that the sense of him would never leave her, his presence entombing itself so deeply that once removed she would feel hollow without him, steadfastly aware that something was missing. Him.

Tingles of ecstasy shot up his spine, firing sparks of intense sensation into his nervous system and heating his blood. His release climbed up his d.i.c.k, chugging thick and forcefully until he shouted and it burst into her body. He f.u.c.ked his seed deep into her, burying it. Deep satisfaction bloomed inside of him as, again, he considered they might be creating life. Lucian thrust his hips deep one final time for good measure and collapsed on top of her, catching his weight at the last moment.

They lay in a panting, sweaty heap. She continued to moan, and every few seconds her p.u.s.s.y fluttered with posto.r.g.a.s.mic tremors that had his d.i.c.k twitching in her flooded channel. He kissed her shoulder, and she chuckled quietly.

”Something funny?” he asked as he licked at her salty nape.

”You,” she said, her voice m.u.f.fled in the pillows.

”I wasn't aiming for that kind of amus.e.m.e.nt,” he remarked drolly.

Her hand reached back and patted his sympathetically. ”Oh, there was nothing funny about your performance. I was laughing because last time I was here I could barely get you to lay a hand on me and after the way you just f.u.c.ked me . . . well, I guess you're over my virginity.”

He bit her shoulder and she yelped. His mouth soothed the bite. ”After this week there'll be nothing virginal about you, Evelyn. I intend to make sure of it. So yes, I suppose you can say I'm over it.”

She sighed happily. ”I'm glad.”

Chapter 36.

Develop Moving a piece from its original square and putting it into action Evelyn's shoulders leaned against Lucian's chest, her bottom cradled between his legs, as he dragged the soapy sponge over her shoulders. Their fingers were pruned from sitting in the Jacuzzi tub for most of the morning, but neither of them were in any rush to get out. His clean hand reached for another strawberry and held it to her mouth. Her lips closed over the fruit and juice dribbled down her chin as her teeth bit into it.

Tossing the stem away, he turned her chin and licked away the red drops. ”Delicious.”

”You're going to spoil me, feeding me, was.h.i.+ng my hair. Where's your palm leaf?” She laughed and he chuckled, his hand draping low over her chest and pinching her nipple. ”Ouch!”

Lucian's fingers soothed the tender tip of her breast as he continued to pluck and pull as they talked. ”I like taking care of you. I like when you let me.”

”Keep doing what you're doing and you'll hear no objections from me.” She slid down his front, allowing him to use his other hand as well.

His mouth closed over her wet shoulder and drank from the shallow pool that had settled in her collarbone. His c.o.c.k grew and he s.h.i.+fted, fitting it just above the crease of her a.s.s. Her breathing became labored and soft, little needy cries formed in the back of her throat.

”Turn around,” he whispered, giving her a gentle nudge forward. Water sloshed as she turned onto her knees and faced him. ”Kiss me.”

She gazed at him, a touch of suspicion in her eyes, then slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He didn't wrap his arms around her, wanting to see how she'd handle herself. Her fingers threaded through his hair, droplets of water sprinkled his shoulders. The sultry air of the bathroom coc.o.o.ned them in warmth.

Her soft, strawberry flavored tongue tickled his lips and he opened. Her kiss was gentle, tender. Tentatively, her fingers moved down to his shoulders and she crawled closer. Lucian's mouth curved under her kiss and he slid his knees between hers, guiding her hips low. She straddled him and he fit his c.o.c.k between her thighs.

”Put me inside of you.”

She paused for a moment and shyly reached under the water for his length. Her small hands wrapped around his flesh like a gentle leaf catching the rain. She timidly directed him to her s.e.x and he was tempted to tell her to wait so that he could show her how to touch him properly. But as her heat teased the tip of his c.o.c.k he wanted nothing more than to be inside of her again.

”Now take me, Evelyn.”

She lowered herself, rotating her hips in order to accommodate his size. Her hand returned beneath the water. Her fingers curled delicately around his length as she opened herself wider and slid down. They both sighed as their bodies fit together as one.

Lucian gripped her hips and held her to him, not allowing her any relief from his size. ”Feel me inside of you, Evelyn. You take me so well.”

Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s swayed before him temptingly. Leaning forward, he captured one turgid nipple in his mouth. Her head fell back as he sucked and nibbled on her tight little bud. He released her nipple with an audible pop.

”Now ride me. Make me come, Evelyn.”

He allowed her to take the lead. Her palms pressed into his shoulders as she found her balance and she slowly lifted, her tight channel stroking him. His flesh pulsed within her heat. She rotated her hips and lowered her body. It took her a few tries to find a rhythm. She worked slowly and her expression changed with each discovered pleasure her movements elicited.

Water rippled and gently sloshed around them. She moaned when she discovered if she arched her pelvis forward she could drag her c.l.i.t across his lower abdomen.

”Uh-uh,” Lucian warned. ”You're not to make yourself come.” When she paused and looked at him in confusion, he explained, ”Your pleasure's mine to give. You don't take it without my permission.”

Her lips formed the sweetest little petulant pout. ”Who says?”

”I say.”

Her mouth opened to argue, but he swept up and kissed away her protests. As her motions became surer, she became lost in the experience. Her throat worked as her neck elongated. Her hair formed an auburn cloud behind her slender shoulders, the ends swirling over the surface of the water. She was as enchanting as a mermaid. With every gesticulation of her body she learned a bit more about her s.e.xuality.

All that was needed was one hard thrust and he could come, but he held off, wanting her to take this time to become comfortable with their coupling. It was important that she learn her own body's likes and dislikes as well as his own.

Her skin p.r.i.c.kled with goose b.u.mps. The water had cooled substantially from the time they first climbed into the tub. ”Hop up. I want to turn you so I'm behind you.”

”But . . .”

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