The thought gave her an idea. An idea that made her grin.
Natalya chuckled. “I don’t know that I care for that expression.”
“Can I pick anything?” Evie asked. Natalya tightened her grip.
“Within reason, darling.”
Keeping her eyes on Natalya’s, she pushed slightly against the hold on her arms. Natalya understood, letting her go, and Evie grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss. She couldn’t quite take control. Natalya was too strong for that. But she could ask for it. At least a little of it.
“Let me please you,” Evie said between kisses. One hand went into Natalya’s hair like she’d done to Evie so many times before. “Please. Let me.”
Natalya leaned forward, pinning Evie against the door as she was still holding onto Natalya. Her smile was gorgeous. Mischievous and oh, so pleased.
“It would ensure your mouth stays busy,” Natalya said. “And since it got you in such trouble before, it would be wise to make sure it can’t talk.”
Evie laughed with delight as Natalya picked her up and carried her through the apartment. She threw her on the couch, moving on top of her and kissing her so deeply it made Evie moan.
Her kiss was amazing. During sex, it could be bright and passionate, almost burning in its intensity. During moments of rest, it was soothing and calming, like a fresh mountain spring. Right then, it was just amazing. Just awakening.
“What do you want to do to me?” Natalya lowered her face to Evie’s neck, kissing her jaw and her throat.
“Kiss you.” Evie’s breathing was labored. “Kiss you all over. Taste you.”
“What else?” Natalya eased herself down so her body pressed Evie into the couch. “Be specific, darling.”
“I want to make you come.” Evie would have been embarrassed at this way of speaking had she had the wherewithal to think. “I want to use my fingers so I can feel it. And then I want to make you come again using my mouth.”
She gasped as Natalya nipped at Evie’s skin with her teeth. She chuckled against Evie’s neck.
“You want a lot of things. Luckily for you, I’m in a charitable mood. Even though I usually refrain from most virtues.” Natalya dotted kisses along Evie’s jaw. “I tend to only like them in you.”
She sat up, pulling Evie with her. She held Evie’s face, her hands warm, comforting, and gentle.
“I love you, darling.” She kissed Evie. Softly at first and then with demand.
“I love you too,” Evie managed between their lips clashing together.
Nothing had ever felt more right to say. Nothing had ever felt easier. Never had Evie been so sure about anything.
“Go on then.” Natalya was smiling, the expression full of want and desire. Full of joy. “Please me. However you want to. You’ve earned it.”
What a reward it was too. To make Natalya sigh and moan. To give her pleasure. To make her happy. Evie knew no greater feeling than when Natalya smiled at her so earnestly.
Evie leaned against her, making her fall back on the couch. Or rather, Natalya understood what Evie was doing and let herself fall.
With permission granted, Evie got on top of her and pressed a hard kiss against Natalya’s mouth. Her hands went down to Natalya’s chest, going under the fabric of the satin dress and brushing against the bare skin beneath. She sought lower with one hand, bunching up Natalya’s dress to her hips, pulling down her underwear.
She hadneverallowed Evie this much control before. She’d never let Evie touch her with so little direction. It was intoxicating to be allowed to do this. To be trusted by someone as guarded as her. By someone who had once lost her freedom to trust being misplaced.
And she was letting Evie do what she wanted. Not only that, but she wassmilingas it happened. Delighting in it.
Staying on top of Natalya, their lips still together, Evie eased her hand between Natalya’s legs. She flicked over her clit, the act producing a gasp. And then a laugh.
“I already knew that mouth was up to no good. But your hands are trouble too.” Natalya’s hands brushed over Evie’s back. It started out as gentle touches, but then Evie started flicking over her clit, and her fingers dug into Evie’s skin almost to the point of pain.
She kissed Natalya again, delighting in the taste of her mouth and the sound of her moans. She eased off, her lips pressing against other parts of Natalya as she moved down. Her jaw and throat first. Then across her collarbones to go between her breasts.
Natalya was still wearing her dress, but Evie didn’t want it off. That would mean she would have to stop touching her, and she had no interest in doing that. Instead, she used one hand to pull down the straps of the dress, tugging the fabric partially off to bare Natalya’s breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
