Font Size:  

“I'm sorry,” I breathed. That was the only thing I could do…. For now.

“It's okay. I've…gotten past it. I’m a psychologist. I've talked myself out of it.” She let out a dry laugh. Another silly attempt to rid the pain.

My chest clenched at the tears that strolled down her cheek. Fuck. “It's just sometimes when I recall his words... I— I try not to let his words get to me, and that has been going well, but sometimes… just sometimes.”

“No,” I quickly interrupted. “It's our choice to let it shape us.” I used her words from earlier.

I breathed. “My late wife used to sometimes say... stuff. That made me feel I wasn’t doing enough. I let it get to me, and it almost cost me… my sanity.”

I squeezed her hand lightly. She released a soft gasp that reinvigorated my boner. Fuck.

The urge to have her in my embrace was strong. “… But you’ve been strong. Don’t let anyone break your spirit.”

The silence that came after felt right. Everything was completely silent, including my head. The only thing I felt strongly was the urge to cherish her.

No thoughts… no guilt.

I let my instincts take over. Slowly, I drew her into my lap, cradling her head in my arms. I buried my nose in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent before planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

The way she melted into the kiss made all my blood rush south. She seemed to feel it because she met my eyes.

“Evie,” I rasped. “Promise me you’ll stop me if I get too far,” I muttered against her lips. Her lips wrapping softly against mine was her response.

She whimpered as I cupped the soft curve of her face and returned her kiss with doubled fervor. I let my tongue skim over her bottom lips, nibbling on her peachy flesh.

Warm hands against my chest was followed by a light moan. A zap of chill worked through my ribs. It was getting harder not to rip her clothes off and bury myself in her warmth.

Holding my breath, I held her waist and raised her to the table, raising myself to my full length. My fingers itched to run down the slope of her thighs, and they did.

They glided across the smooth silk of her skin to her lacy underwear. Electricity erupted on the pad of my tongue, and by her soft gasp, I know she felt it.

Everything about this moment was completely different, and I wanted to savor every bit of it. With a deep breath, I brought my other hand to trail a thumb over her lower lip.

“I want this off, now.” I stroked her wet pussy.

Her soft gasp spiked the urgency in my veins, and when she bucked her hips against my finger. I almost lost it.

“Easy now.” My words were barely a grunt, strained with every bit of need. Desire pulsed through me when I noticed the heat in her cheeks. My nostrils flared, and I yanked her panties to the side.

Restraining the primal growl in my throat, I cupped her pussy. Fuck. She was even wetter. Dripping with intoxicating essence.

My lips against her neck were hot and needy. She moaned even louder, angling her head for more. The strain in my pants was becoming unbearable but the strain against my suit momentarily pulled my attention from it.

I didn't need to be told twice before I pulled back slightly and yanked the unnecessary layers of apparel on my chest. Soon enough, and much to her pleasure, my chest was bare.

My muscles tensed involuntarily as her fingers dragged hot trails across the length of my chest. When she reached my lower abdomen, she rubbed for a while before slowly trailing below my pelvis.

I inhaled a sharp breath and quickly clenched a fist around her wrist. This moment was all about her. Not me.

“Not now.” I scissored my fingers against her pussy.

Her head fell back. Her grinds started to gain pace.

“Ethan,” she moaned. The sound of my name on her lips made me want to take her right here. But not yet. I had to make sure she was completely ready for me.

I continued to rub against her clit, occasionally swiping four fingers against her pussy. My fingers were completely soaked, but that was enough for me. I buried my knuckles into her.

She released a loud moan. A small grin tilted my lips. The building was empty. She could fucking scream all she wanted.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like