I wanted to touch her. I wanted to fuck her again, to see if it really was as amazing as it had felt last time. But I also wanted this to happen in a way that was best for her, and I didn’t want to rush things. So I felt content to let Evangeline dictate the pace.
She uncrossed her legs and put her feet on the floor, reaching for me. Her palms slid up my waist, caressing my chest and my abs. “I want you to know, I wouldn’t actually talk about you, for several reasons. First, I don’t really consider any of the girls at Yale to be true friends. They’re leeches and mooches and gossips and bitches, and I don’t trust any of them, but they’re fun enough to hang out with and study with and whatever, but they’re not really true friends. Second, they really wouldn’t believe me about you. You really are too good to be real. Third, I have a feeling I’ll want to keep the memory of you all for myself. I won’t want to share that with anyone.”
“And you should know, I won’t be telling my brothers about this. They’ll assume we banged, but I won’t be giving out details, okay? I got too much respect for you to do that, even with my brothers.”
“Respect?” She sounded honestly puzzled.
I nodded. “Yeah. I respect you. You’re a strong, smart, successful woman. You have an independent soul, and a sharp mind. You’re gonna go places, do important shit. You’re not just some random chick from a bar or something, some slutty little sorority puffball. You have…” I hunted for the right word, and finally found it. “You’ve got substance, Evangeline. So, yeah, I respect you.”
She seemed floored. “I—I don’t know how to process that. No one has ever said that to me before.”
“Well they should. And you should demand it.”
She pulled me closer, so I was standing between her knees. “How long does it take for you to be ready again?”
“Done talking about that, huh?” I smirked down at her.
She nodded. “Yes. I am. I’m not here for deep, heavy, introspective, soul-searching, life-changing conversation, Baxter.” Her eyes met mine, full of fire and desire.
“Then what are you here for, Evangeline?”
“The hot sex.” She ran her hands down my hips, and then cupped my ass. “I’m here for your cock. And what you can do with it.”
“The answer is, not long. Ten, fifteen minutes or so. Sometimes less.”
“So…are you ready again now?”
I shrugged. “Why don’t you find out?”
I kept my arms crossed over my chest, because the only thing I wanted to do right then was pin her to the bed and eat her sweet pussy for an hour or two. Or three. For real, I’ve never enjoyed eating pussy so much as I did hers. So sweet, such a delicate, complex flavor. Musk with a little tang, and a hint of sweetness. I wanted more. I wanted to make her scream again. Make her writhe and clutch at my head. Grind her pussy against me with that wild desperation I’ve only ever seen in her.
Instead, I kept my arms crossed over my chest and stood still and let Evangeline decide what happened next.
She gazed up at me, and then turned her eyes to my still-flaccid dick. She smiled to herself a little, but then when she touched me the smile faded. Especially when my cock twitched at her touch.
Evangeline spent the next few minutes playing with me. Just touching, cupping, stroking, tugging. Exploring. Her palms cradled my balls, and her fingers circled my shaft, measuring my girth as I grew. And then, when I was finally hard, she clutched my shaft with her hands, staring up at me as she caressed me with such reverence and such desire that I felt unworthy of the expression on her face. She couldn’t really feel that way aboutmecould she? Nah. But yet, it looked like she did.
I didn’t know why, though. It was crazy. I mean, it was just me. Nothin’ special.
She seemed to feel otherwise, though, as she gazed at my erection and stroked it and caressed it until I was actively holding back.
“There’s so much I’m curious about, Baxter.” Her voice was so quiet I had to strain to hear her.
“Yeah? Like what?”
She licked her lips. “What you taste like. What you would feel like, in my mouth. What it would feel like if you…if you came in my mouth.” She sighed, and licked her lips again, and her hand gripped me softly, just beneath the head. “What you would feel like, inside me, bare. Without the condom. What it would feel like for you to come inside me, bare. What it would feel like to…to ride you. What it would feel like for you to—to fuck me from behind.”
I groaned. “Holy motherfucking shit, Eva.”
She blinked up at me. “What?”
“This is all about you, sweetheart.” I struggled to find words, because I was delirious, crazy, wanting all of that and possessing far too little restraint. “I want to satisfy your curiosity. Make every fantasy you’ve ever had come true.”
“It kind of feels like there’s a ‘but’ in there somewhere,” she said.
“There is. I can’t do some of those things right now. I’m not gonna go bareback with you if you’re not on birth control—the last thing you need is to get pregnant, right?” I ground my teeth together, clenched my fists. “The rest of what you said you wanted? Babe, I’m all yours. Do what you want. Take what you want. You want to wrap that perfect mouth of yours around my cock? Do it. You want to ride me? Say the word. You want it from behind? Get on all fours on the bed and I’ll show you exactly what that feels like.”
She shivered. “The problem is, I don’t know what I want more, or what I want first.” She stroked me softly, gently. “It’s like being at a buffet with all the best food in the world, but not having enough time to try everything, and not being able to try them all at once.”
