Despite the fact that I’ve never cuddled in my life, this feels normal and natural and so very, very good.
After a couple minutes, Evie turns in my arms so that she’s facing me and runs her hand down the side of my face, looking deeply into my eyes. I think I see – no, it can’t be. It’s too soon. But she cares about me, I think I can safely say that. My own possessiveness turns up a notch.
"You're mine now, Evie. Say it," I whisper.
Her hand stills and she continues searching my eyes, looking for what, I’m not sure. I hold my breath. "I'm yours, Jake," she whispers back.
I exhale, but in my fantasy, she had always called me Leo when she told me she belonged to me. I want her to know exactly who she belongs to and I long to hear her say it.
I smile at her and kiss her pretty lips gently. I want her to know how much that meant to me. "I've never experienced anything as beautiful as that," I say. And I mean that literally. She smiles back gently and then I pull her close and after a few minutes, I feel her breathing slow. She’s asleep.
As I lay holding her, an emotion washes over me that I don't immediately recognize. The edges of my mind seem to grasp it as a memory, the fuzzy outline of something that I experienced long ago, but never since. I let it wrap around me like a cocoon, reveling in it, exalting in the euphoria it brings. I experience it wholly before I can name it, before the word comes to me: Joy. Joy. I pull her closer to me in the dark and listen to her even breathing; drawing in her scent and feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest against my own. Joy. I savor this moment, fully aware of my own happiness in the here and now. "You are my dream," I whisper to her in the dark. "You are my every dream come true." I relax and let the feeling of Evie in my arms seep into my soul. In moments, I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.
CHAPTER 17
I come awake suddenly as I feel Evie’s warm body separate from mine. I open my eyes sleepily and see her disappearing into the bathroom and close my eyes again contentedly, remembering the night before, and realizing that it wasn’t just a dream. It was real. The best night of my life. She climbs back into bed and snuggles back into me, and when I feel the weight of her stare, I crack one eye open. She’s watching me, a sweet little smile on her face.
I smile back. "Are you watching me sleep?" I ask, teasing her, my voice groggy. "Who's the creeper now?"
She giggles and snuggles her head under my chin. Mmmm. This feels good. My sweet, warm, sexy girl’s soft body is pressed against me, memories of what we shared last night swirling around my head, making my morning wood pulse in my boxers. I wrap my arms around her and pull her even closer.
I enjoy snuggling with her for a few minutes and then I feel her hand moving downwards. I suck in my breath. Please let her be doing what I think she’s doing. And... oh God, yes, her hand moves gently over my erection, making me swell even further.
I flip her onto her back and move over her, eager to participate in her game. "You want to play, beautiful?"
"Yes," she whispers, her eyes heating. I feel her squeeze her thighs together. She’s turned on too.
"Do you feel a little sore or are you okay?"
She wiggles her bottom a little, grimacing slightly. "Just a little." She looks disappointed and I almost laugh.
"Well, there are other things…"
"Yes," she whispers again, and that’s all I need.
I bend down and trail my lips down her flat belly, stopping at her navel and licking around it, dipping my tongue inside. Every part of her tastes amazing. I still have my t-shirt on and so there’s no risk of her seeing my tattoo. I can enjoy this as fully as I hope she’s going to.
I pull her panties off and toss them aside as her heated gaze follows me, her lips slightly parted, her breath already ragged. God, she’s the sexiest woman alive. I want to devour every part of her. I want to make her scream and come against my mouth.
I dip my head down and kiss the satiny skin on the inside of her thigh and she shivers, her legs falling apart, granting me access. That’s my girl. I inhale the scent of her, a primal growl rising in my chest, as I smell our combined sex from last night, and a faint trace of my soap still on her. "I love you smelling like me," I say hoarsely, before I lower my face to her soft folds, circling my tongue over her little, pink clit. Perfect. She whimpers as I nip it with my lips, sucking on it gently before moving my tongue slowly over it again and again. I experiment with different movements and pressure, listening to her moans until I think I know exactly what she likes best.
That’s when I start lapping rhythmically at her swollen tissue, first slowly and then faster and with more pressure as she writhes and moans. The sounds she’s making, combined with the taste of her right against my face, the intoxicating smell of her, like an exotic flower, has me hard as a rock, and I can feel my c**k surging forward in my boxers.
I hear her fisting the sheets next to her hips, and her breaths become pants, and she starts rolling her h*ps against my face, seeking more pressure. Oh f**k, oh f**k. This is so intense. She cries out as her orgasm starts, and as I feel it pulsing through her, I thrust my tongue inside of her, wanting to taste her, to feel her coming around me.
She cries out again, chanting my name over and over as her muscles clench and shudder, and that was by far the most erotic thing that I’ve experienced. By a mile. Probably a thousand.
I trail kisses down her thigh and bring my head up. She still has her eyes closed, her head turned to the side, hair spilling over most of her face. I grin as I crawl back up and kiss her neck before collapsing next to her. I pull her into me and she feels like a wet noodle in my arms. I grin again and close my eyes. But they snap open a few minutes later when I feel her hand go under the bottom of my t-shirt and rub over my stomach, tracing a finger along the muscles there. My c**k jumps in my boxers.