Chapter 167 - 75 (1/2)

Evangeline woke up from the warm sensation on her cheeks. Opening her eyes, she saw Eric's blurry face.

”Wake up, Eve. It's time to go buy ingredients.”

”Mmm . . . ,” she ġrȯȧnėd in protest, forcing herself to sit on the bed. She rubbed her eyes and stretched her limbs, yawning along the way.

”If you're still sleepy, it's fine if you go back to bed,” Eric said, walking towards his closet with only his boxers on.

Any drowsiness in Evangeline's system disappeared as her eyes savored the fine specimen of a man parading in front of her. She bit her lips, and her pupils widened, afraid to miss any details when Eric put on his pants. His firm buŧŧ was flexing, showing those dimples on each side, which she found cute.

Feeling the heated eyes on him, Eric turned and found Evangeline staring at him with her bottom lip between her teeth. And when she realized she was caught staring, the smile on her face changed to a full-blown grin.

Raising her arms towards Eric, Evangeline slurred, ”Hug me.”

Eric smiled, indulging in her antics. He hugged her, and her arms latched around his neck while her thɨġhs wrapped around his waist, and his two arms cupped her buŧŧ, supporting her.

Ignoring the excitement of his ċȯċk when it bumped against her pussƴ, separated only by her undėrwėȧr, he searched for her eyes. She smiled and kissed him. His lips fought between kissing and grinning. They've been doing these routines in the past days, and it was only turning better each time.

Their lips brush, and he whispered, prolonging each word, ”Good morning, Eve . . .”

Evangeline's heart fluttered, easing her face to stare at him, she smiled. Clasping her hands on each side of his face, she whispered back, ”Good morning to you too, Eric.” Never did her morning felt complete than this, she thought and leaned in for another kiss.

”We should go . . . ,” Eric murmured, breaking the kiss.

Panting, Evangeline rested her head on the crook of his neck, feeling the beat of their hearts. Her fingers then ran along the curbed of Eric's spine, earning her a low growl from him. She giggled and gently tugged his earlobe between her teeth, and not before long, his ċȯċk poked against her.

”Stop that . . . , we'll be late . . . ,” he said, voice a bit gruff. His breath hot against her skin.

”I think you need to get this off first,” she teased, suċkɨnġ his earlobe before her tongue traveled inside his ear, leaving wet marks.

He ġrȯȧnėd, and his hands gripping her buŧŧ tightened. He pulled her closer and ground his ċȯċk against her. He kissed her shoulder, gently suċkɨnġ her skin. All thought about going to buy ingredients flew out of the window as he laid her on the bed.

Eric buried his lips against her neck up to her ears. ”Are you sure? You're not sore from last night?” he asked, tone raspy.

”Mmm . . . yes . . . do it . . . ,” Evangeline mȯȧnėd when Eric bit her earlobe before his hot tongue swirled inside her ears. Her fingers curled around his locks, pulling him closer. Spine bulking, she ground her abdomen against his bulge.

His tongue wiped her lips before he pressed his tongue inside her mouth. His fingers traveled from the soft curved of her brėȧsts, squeezing and kneading it underneath her lingerie. His legs separated hers, and his hɨps pushed against her pussƴ. Even with their clothes, he felt her wetness and his ċȯċk twitched, sprouting pre ċum from its tip. He dry-humped her while their tongues intertwined.

”Arghh . . .” Evangeline muffled a soft cry. Her nails clawed Eric's back when his finger entered her, pumping and stretching her inner walls. ”Eric . . .”

”Aghh . . .”

Both their heads tip backward when the angle and position brought a new kind of sensation they hadn't experience before. Eric bent his body, being careful how much he stretched Evangeline's legs. Honestly, her body was so soft and flexible, but he still didn't want to force it at their first try of this position.

Evangeline's body was bent while Eric hovered on top of her. Audible groans circulated in the room when he moved in and out. It was like every thrust was a sensation of first penetration, and the room was filled with their panting breaths and sėxuȧŀ groans.

He cupped her face, looking straight in her glazy eyes. He kissed her while his ċȯċk thrust in her vȧġɨnȧ. His teeth gently pulled her bottom lip before he eased away, hɨps thrusting with even more force.

He watched her flush face coated with sensual sweat. Love how she was showing her vulnerability to him alone. How she mȯȧnėd and gasped her breath when he thrust inside her. He loves to watch her brėȧsts jiggled with his every thrust and how he was hook looking at their intertwined bodies. It was ėrȯtɨċ and sėxy.

With a few more thrusts, they ġrȯȧnėd in ecstasy as they reached their climax. Still inside her, he removed her legs on his shoulders and rested them on the bed. He slumped his body on hers, waiting for his ċȯċk to finish releasing his ċum inside her.

A period of time, the only sounds where their breathing. After a few more breaths, and Eric pulled away inches from Evangeline. He took her cheeks on his palm, smiling when she smiled. Then the back of Evangeline's palm brushed on his left cheek.

”It's fading,” she wheezed, fingers ċȧrėssing the faint scar on his left cheek. The scar she placed on him. It was still there, but it was not apparent like before.

Eric cupped her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it while looking straight into her eyes. ”It's fine. I have more scars on my back to compensate for it.”

Evangeline's face blossomed in red when she realized what Eric meant. ”Does it hurt?” she asked, worried.

Eric kissed her forehead, murmuring, ”No, you can scratch it to your heart's content.”

”Then, don't mind if I do.” Evangeline giggled.