Halley felt close to howling.
"Fuck you senseless, okay, I can do that."
Nipping his finger, she let go of it. "Today, not next year."
Then Halley lifted herself and joined them, with a quick downward thrust.
Now the moan came from him.
Followed by a matching cry from her. He was big, filling every inch of her, reaching nearly to her throat, so deep she wasn't sure she could take him. But she would find a way to take him. She leaned against his chest and sucked in air, adjusting to the fit, thrilling over the feel of him inside her.
She had wanted this for so long. Too damn long.
His hands caressed her back with a tenderness that brought unexplained longing to her. Ignoring it, she closed her mouth around his taut small nipple and sucked, luxuriating in the throbbing of his penis inside her, vibrating her with pleasure.
"I love doing this with you," he said, his hand dipping down below her back to her behind, sliding into the crevice between her cheeks.
A shudder went through her.
She held on to his shoulders and sat back a little, spreading her legs wider to encourage him to move. Evan did. Dropping his hands to her waist, he thrust up, pitching her forward with the power of his motion.
Then he pulled back and she sank back down a little. Another thrust, and she was up again, gripping his shoulders and biting her lip.
Then down, and she was crying out from the loss. Back and forth, over and over, he filled her, then took away, his movements a taunting fulfillment, yet not enough to satisfy.
She wanted more, something, what she didn't know.
His short fingernails were digging in to her side, his hands squeezing her flesh. "Sweet stuff."
The silly nickname sounded strange, out of place, but oddly in tune with what they were doing and the way she was feeling. He said it like an endearment, and she took pleasure in that. In everything.
He slowed his own thrust, and urged her with his hands on her waist to take over, to slide up and down on him. Bending her knees for leverage, Halley lifted herself, sank back. Sweat started trickling between her breasts from exertion and pleasure, and she tossed her hair out of her eyes.
"Why did you stop, Evan? Is something wrong?" She felt very erotic and free, as if she had nothing better to do than sit on Evan's cock and fuck the day away.
It felt so damn good she could see the temptation to do just that every day. But they could talk about that later.
Right now, there was only she and Evan, and this wonderful feeling that pulsed and jerked through every inch of her sensitized body. There was only now.
And now she was going to enjoy every second of being with him.
"Nothing's wrong. Not at all. Just wanted to see you do a little work," he said, breathing hard.
His grip on her was so tight, Halley knew she would have bruises tomorrow. But she didn't care. She wanted his mark on her, proof of his desperate desire.
Halley bent her head over again, this time sneaking a peek, watching herself. Watching her go down on the length of Evan's shaft, taking him into her, covering his skin with hers.
"Oh," she moaned.
"Like that view?"
"Yes."
"It looks good from my way too." He shuddered, his eyes fixed down below her waist. "So good, I'm going to come."
Triumph surged through her, surprising her. She had never taken a man's orgasm personally before. But then she'd never been moving on Evan, and this time everything was personal.
There was one shot at this. One time, now, today, to get this right.
She wanted this, she was entitled to this moment of safe, pure freedom with a man she both trusted and cared about more than anyone else.
A man who pleasured her like no other guy before.
"Good," she told him as she felt the first shudders of his orgasm ripping through him. "I think I'll come with you."
Then Halley couldn't speak as she broke over him, her head arched back and her hands on his shoulders. He was deep inside her, and their shudders and pulsing bodies blended and fed off one another.
Halley made a sound she'd never heard from her mouth before, a bizarre wail that reminded her of tornado warning sirens. Then as the pulsing throbs receded, she dropped against his chest and laughed softly, amused with herself, her thoughts, her body, and Evan.
She felt fabulous. No wonder she had been craving Evan for months. Her body must have known instinctively that he would be incredible.
He dropped a kiss on her sweaty head. "Are you laughing at me?" he teased her with a low growl. "I don't think my performance deserved to be laughed at."
Evan was still firmly inside her, her breasts still flush against his chest. His lips were inches from hers, his hard sweaty forehead locking her head in place.
"Not at all. It's a 'Damn, that felt good' laugh."
The kiss he gave her was deep and possessive. "Good. You want some more?"
There was more? She shivered in anticipation. But she felt compelled to say, "Are you sure? Maybe we should quit while we're ahead."
"Where would the fun be in that?" He scoffed at her, running his hands through her damp hair.
Stricken with a conscience a bit after the fact, Halley still felt the need to say something. "Well, you know, this isn't what friends normally do, and I don't want to push. And what if… we don't like it?"
It was time to close her mouth, before something even more absurd rolled out. Halley bit her lip.
Evan pulled his head back, frowning, and slid out of her. She gave a sigh at the loss, both physical and emotional. She wasn't sure which was worse and she was annoyed at herself. The man gave her a couple of orgasms and she had morphed into a sappy love-struck idiot. Who wanted to talk, of all things. And was having disturbing visions of a relationship.
She commanded herself to knock off the needy babbling and focus on the here and now.
Evan had removed the condom and rolled on a new one while she had conducted her mental self-help seminar.
Without preamble, he thrust back into her. "Do you like this? Do you like it when I fuck you?"
"Oh. Yes." She was still wet and aching, and his thrust ripped her thoughts out of the uncertain future and into the present. Where having him inside her just felt fabulous.
Evan bent his knees and wrapped his arms around her. In one impressive lurch, he stood up, their bodies still joined. "Not on the floor this time, though."
They could do it on broken glass for all she cared. "Standing?" she asked, dropping her legs down to the carpet, forcing him deeper inside her.
"Good idea." Evan gave a slow thrust.
Halley had the sudden idea that this would make a great shot with the camera. "Do we… have all the pictures we need? You know, for the hacking we're going to be doing? Not that I want pictures of this on the website, but you know… the other things. We took." Shut up, she commanded herself.
"Any pictures we take will be just for our pleasure, sweet stuff."
His hands on her ass, holding her in place as he softly moved inside her, he gave her a sly smile. "Besides, taking pictures of you for the website was just a plot to get you naked."
She had suspected as much. Halley found she didn't give a damn. "Oh, shoot, and here I really wanted to see my breasts online."
Evan groaned. "Well, we still can if you want."
Straining on her tiptoes, Halley gripped his shoulders and shook her head. My, oh my, this felt good.
"That's okay. I don't care about the stupid hackers anymore."
The strange thing was, she meant it. The website wasn't important. Revenge wasn't important. Just being with Evan. Just this feeling that nothing was more right than being with him, naked, pleasuring each other.
He still moved inside her with slow, steady thrusts, only now his eyes held hers. She blinked once, licked her lips, and still he stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable.
Finally he said, "Damn, am I dreaming?"
Any reservations still buried deep in Halley fled at the wonder in his voice. It was the same words he'd spoken to her just hours earlier, then in a teasing flirtatious voice. Now he looked as stunned and bewildered as she felt.