Page 83 of Scandalous Little Obsession
I don't see a shadow beneath the door as I tuck my jeans back in the crack, giving me hope he's gone and won't hear what's about to happen. My face already hurts. I can only imagine the damage he would try to cause the rest of my body if he were to hear me having sex with his sister.
When I reach the bed again, I find Evie on her side, her head propped up in her hand, watching my every move.
"He's gone."
Evie smiles at me wickedly, licking her lips, and I drop my boxers. Her smile fades when her eyes take me in, her mouth popping open in surprise. My dick twitches in appreciation of her perusal.
Ripping the condom open with my teeth, I carefully sheath myself and crawl onto the bed as Evie maneuvers to her back. Settling between her legs, I stare down at my angel.
Fucking radiant.
She's glowing in the moonlight shining through her open curtains.
Gripping my shaft, I tease her entrance, running my tip through her slick folds until she's quivering beneath me.
"Is that all I get?" she smarts.
"Not. Even. Close." Each word is punctuated through gritted teeth as I line myself up and slowly enter her warm heat.
Evie's eyes fall closed, her body arching toward mine as I sink deeper and deeper. When I reach the point I know I'm going to have to cause her slight pain, I tap the side of her cheek, and she opens her eyes for me.
"This might hurt for a second." She nods, but instead of pressing forward, I pull back and slide in and out of her a few times before pushing all the way in.
Evie's eyes water as she squeezes them shut, and a short huff leaves her chest. She doesn't push me away, and I bottom out inside her, my hips pressed tightly against her.
"Tell me when it's okay to move."
If I'm being honest, I need a second. She's tight, strangling my cock, and as much as I love the feeling, as much as I'm enjoying this, I also know that if I move too soon, I'm going to blow my load. I want this to be good for her. To make her feel cherished. To show my gratitude for the amazing gift she's blessed me with.
But holy fuck, she feels like heaven.
It's never felt like this before. Sex has always been just sex. Even my first time. Even when I thought I was in love. This is more. This is something special. This is what it's supposed to be like.
"Move, damn it," Evie demands, slapping my chest.
So I do, slowly at first. Taking my time. Worshiping her body. Caressing her curves. My obsession with her skin beneath my fingertips almost pushes me over the edge as I skim every inch of her bare body as she moves beneath me.
I'm getting close but don't want to give in to the overwhelming urge to let go. My movements become jerky, less controlled, and Evie notices.
"Leo," she purrs, wrapping her legs around my waist, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Reaching between us, I find her clit. She clenches around me, and I'm forced to let go, a guttural growl leaving me as my body convulses, thrusting deep and staying there as my release finds me.
My head drops to my chest, my eyes close, my breathing erratic. Moments pass in complete silence, the enormity of what we just shared smacking me across the face. When I look up, I find Evie smiling at me, her forehead glistening with a sheen of sweat.
"Are you okay?"
She nods, her already flushed cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.
"Is it always like that?" she asks, keeping her legs locked around me when I attempt to pull out of her.
"God, I hope so." I didn't mean to say it out loud, especially since I’m still buried deep inside her, but the words slip out before I can stop them.
"It wasn't like that before?"
"Never. That was amazing." It's the truth. And it's not because she was a virgin. It's not because I've built the moment up in my head for months.
It's because it was with Evie, my angel. My guiding light.
