I stood and waited. She and I were in agreement on one thing at least: I didn’t know which of those things I wanted with her more.
After a long, tense moment, Evangeline let out a shaky breath and slid backward onto the bed. Her hand tangled into mine, fingers twining, lacing, making my heart thump crazily, stupidly, childishly. She pulled me toward her. I joined her on the bed, and we met in the middle, on our knees once again, kissing breathlessly. Wildly. With a passion I didn’t know I possessed, didn’t know existed.
Evangeline was the one to break the kiss, gasping. “I don’t want to waste a single moment with you.” She pressed her palms to my chest and pushed me, ever so gently, but with deliberate firmness, down onto the bed and onto my back. “This. I want this.” She slid off the bed and retrieved a condom, ripping one free from the string. Kneeling beside me she said, “I want to ride you.”
I stopped her before she opened it. “You want to feel me bare, just for a few seconds?” I met her eyes. “I’ll make sure we stop and then you can put it on.”
She shook her head. “No. I’m afraid it would be…too good. Neither of us would want to stop.” She ripped open the foil packet. “Better to just not even go there.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as she rolled the condom onto me. “Yeah, that’s probably smart,” I murmured.
I was lying on my back, arms at my sides, cock sheathed in a condom, staring at her as she sat beside me. And for a moment, we stayed like that. Eyes locked, feeling some kind of unspoken meaning in the moment, both of us knowing this was…different. Knowing it was time-stamped, with an expiration date neither of us could change. I don’t know. There was just…a tension, an importance to it. It was scary, even for me. Intense.
And then Evangeline rose up onto her knees and slid one leg over mine to straddle my thighs. Her hair was loose, a shimmery fall of black. The cabin door was still open, letting in the sunset, a reddish-gold stream of light bathing her perfect skin, her perfect body. I felt my breath catch and my heart skip a beat at the vision of her, kneeling over me, astride me, sunset on her skin. I memorized the way she looked, in this moment. The way her skin glowed, the way the light glinted off her raven-black hair. The way her big, tear-drop shaped breasts hung heavy, nipples thick and erect at the center of her wide dark areolae. The swell of her hips, the delicate flower of her pussy, the neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair that made her all the more womanly to me, unlike the shaved and waxed business of others I’d encountered. Her bright green eyes, fixed on me, taking in my body and my face and my cock with as much hunger and fierce emotion as I was feeling. Her exquisite face, each feature perfect. Those lips, her tongue sliding over them in anticipation.
And then she sucked in a breath, held it, and let it out slowly. She reached for me, grasping my cock in one hand. Then she shifted forward so her shins were beside my hips, so she was directly over me. Angling my cock away from my body, she leaned forward a little, so her breasts swayed pendulously, beautifully. I finally let myself touch her, sliding my hands from her hips to her ass—that ass, I loved that ass so fuckin’ much it was crazy. I couldn’t get enough of touching it, holding it, caressing it, squeezing it. I wanted to fuck that ass. I wouldn’t—she was too new to this and too sweet and innocent and virginally clean for something so dirty, but I wanted to. Just because her ass was exactly that enticing, intoxicating. I cupped those tits, caressed them, thumbed the nipples. She inhaled sharply again as I did that, reminding me how sensitive she was, especially her nipples.
Another unforgettable tableau, then: Eva, leaning forward, her hand on my cock, guiding me to her slit, hair hanging over one shoulder. Her eyes going wide as I entered her. The whimpering, whining gasp as I filled her.
Her mouth fell open, trembling, her eyes wide, almost tearful. “God, Baxter…” She squeezed her eyes shut as she sank down onto me, her hands braced on my chest, seating me fully inside her achingly tight channel. “So…somuch.You’re so fuckingbig. It hurts, god, it hurts, but I love it.”
“Give yourself a second to get used to me and it’ll stop hurting.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want it to. I like it.” When her ass squished against my hips, she leaned back, balanced. “You feel so good inside me, Bax.”
It was hard to speak, hard to find words. “You feel fuckin’ perfect, Eva. So tight, so wet, so hot.”
She rose up, and I slid through her tightness with slick, wet slowness. “Don’t do anything, Bax. Don’t even touch me. Just…please, just let me have this all for myself, okay?”
“Anything you want, Eva.” I put my hands under my head, which was the hardest thing to do, but I did it for her.
She kept her eyes on mine, and sank back down, filling herself with me again, exhaling as she did so. And then her fingers, the middle and ring fingers of her right hand, went to her clit, and she touched herself, flicked her clit in slow circles, keeping her hips still, just touching her clit until her eyes betrayed the heat and pressure building inside her.
And then she began moving.
She lifted up until I was almost out of her, and her fingers circled her clit faster and faster, and her other hand clutched at her tits, pinching her nipples and flicking them and cupping the heavy globes and letting them fall free to bounce, and then she sank down on me, impaling herself on my cock, moaning in her throat as I filled her.
I held utterly still, focusing on keeping the orgasm at bay for as long as I could, focusing as well on memorizing her, memorizing each moment, the way she moved, the way she looked, the way she sounded.
Again, she lifted up so I was nearly out of her, and then she sank down. Fingers circled her clit, pinched her nipples. Another lift and another lowering. Again, and again, slowly, each time deliberate. Moans escaped her constantly now, and her fingers slowed on her clit, and she stilled on me, fully impaled. Drawing it out.
“I don’t want this to end,” she gasped. “I want to make it last forever.”
“I know,” I growled. “Me too.”
“But it feels so good, and I can’t stop.” She lifted up and sank down in one smooth movement, now, without pausing at the top. “I can’t stop. I want it faster. Harder.More. But I want it to last.”
“Shit, Eva,” I snarled. “You’re makin’ it impossible for me to hold out.”
“Are you close?”
“Not yet.”
“Good.” She rolled her hips while I was buried deep, and a gasp escaped her. “Holy shit, that feels good.”
I laughed. “I love hearing you swear.”
“You’re a wonderfully bad influence on me, Baxter.”
