Chapter 154 - 58 (2/2)

Pulling away, Evangeline gaze at Eric's eyes, their breaths intertwined in between their parted lips.

”Merry Christmas.”

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Swaying her head side to side, Evangeline enjoyed the attention Eric was giving her. She was happily humming inside the bathtub while Eric was sitting on a small chair beside her, washing her hair.

Looking at him by the side who was so engrossed in massaging her scalp with a serious face, she beamed. ”Did you already take a bath?”

”Yeah,” Eric answered, a little distracted in thought. Evangeline had nothing on at the moment, and he was washing her head. After the hair, should he wash her body too? This thought got him excited, and the bulge in his pants was becoming prominent by the seconds.

Evangeline's eyes twinkled, a mischievous idea popped in her head. And before Eric knew what she was up to, he was already wet from the sudden splashing sounds of water while Evangeline giggled like a little girl.

”I'm afraid you have to retake a bath,” she chortled.

Wiping the water from his face, Eric ran his fingers through his wet hair before he smiled at her. He stood and casually removed his shirt.

Evangeline's smirking lips faltered when Eric strip right before her eyes. There was something . . . e.r.o.t.i.c from the way his muscles flexed when he removed his shirt.

Feeling eyes on him, Eric looked at Evangeline, who was so focused on watching him strip. He was about to remove his pants and boxers but was now embarrassed since she was looking at him. It was a little shameful to have a hard-on the moment he took his pants and boxers off.

”What's the matter? Don't tell me you're embarrassed to be n.a.k.e.d in front of me after what you did last night?” Evangeline teased, eyes sparkled in amus.e.m.e.nt.

Eric couldn't help the heat emanating from his groin up to his head. He released a low grunt when the image of what they did last night jumped inside his head. No better way to go at it than to get it done and over with. Swallowing his embarrassment and shame, he quickly removed his pants and boxers and casually joined her inside the tub.

Crawling towards Eric, Evangeline contentedly laid her back against his c.h.e.s.t while Eric opened her arms and legs to welcome her. She liked the feeling of his body cocooning hers. She felt small against him. Perfect and warm. It was so right.

Resting her head against the crook of his neck, she closed her eyes. Trying not to think about his c.o.c.k poking her back.

”This is nice . . . just sitting like this . . . with you . . . ,” she murmured.

Eric's arms embraced her, and his head lowered to the crook of her neck. His nose grazed up and down against the flesh of her neck, inhaling her scent before he trailed wet kisses over it. ”Yeah . . .”

”Mmm . . . It's ticklish . . .” She giggled. Yet, her head flung to the side to give him more leverage.

”Do you want me to stop?” he whispered in a low, s.e.xy voice, but he didn't stop. He even bit and s.u.c.k.e.d her flesh.

Tightening her lips, Evangeline didn't answer. Instead, her hand reached for Eric's c.o.c.k and was dumbfounded to know how hard he was.

”Aghh . . .”

Eric let out a low grunt and held her hand to stop her. ”We can't . . . You're still sore . . .”

”It was you who started it.” Evangeline puffed her cheeks, her fingers still wrapping at Eric's p.e.n.i.s. Clearly, she had no intention to stop.

”Sorry . . . sorry . . .” Eric laughed at himself. ”I'll behave and wash you now.”

”It's already too late, don't you think?” Evangeline glance at him, and Eric wanted to groan when her droopy eyes were hazy. Her parted lips were moist and was panting hot streaming breaths. She was aroused, no doubt about that. And the grip of her little fingers around his c.o.c.k tightened even more, and his pre-c.u.m leaked out.

Biting back a growl, his nose brushed the length of her neck. She shivered when his hot breath fanned her skin, and the sound of their sensual breaths echoed in the silent room.

”You're still sore . . .” He gently bit her earlobe before l.i.c.k.i.n.g it. His breath hot against her skin like needles pricking her spine. Her toes curled, arms stretched to his neck when his palm massage her p.u.s.s.y.

”Agh . . . ,” she m.o.a.n.e.d with a hissing sound. It was still hurting, and the pressure from his fingers against her slit lessened.

”We won't be doing it,” he said.