“It’s going to hurt either way. Just do it quick, like ripping off a Band-Aid.”
“I don’t know…”
“Please, Adam. I just want this part to be over with, so we can get to the part where it feels good.”
I don’t know if that part will come for her this time, but I’ll do my best to make it feel as good as I can for her.
“Okay.”
I never can say no to what she asks of me.
I ease in a little, going halfway again, and then I pull back out and slam home.
“Ah!” she cries out, her head pressing back into the pillow, her back arching.
“Evie? Fuck, are you okay?”
I cradle her face, seeing tears in the corners of her eyes. “Jesus, I knew I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, I’m fine,” she pants. “It just hurt a little, but it’s gone now. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I should, but after hearing her begging me to continue, my own need takes over. I start moving, going as slow as I can.
It’s hard to keep a slow place because, fuck, she feels so good, so fucking incredibly tight. I’ve never felt anything like it.
But it’s not just that. It’s her. What’s uniquely her is making me feel so good.
As I move, she starts to relax. Her legs come up around my back. Her hands sliding up into my hair, she lifts her head to mine, kissing me.
With the feel of her tongue in my mouth, her legs wrapped around me, I can’t hold back any longer. I start moving faster, pumping my cock in and out of her.
She moans into my mouth, and the sound undoes me.
“Fuck, Jesus, Evie, I’m gonna…come.”
My vision blurs as the first hot spurt of my come shoots out of my cock. Then, I’m coming fast and hard inside her body for the first time. And nothing has ever felt better.
My head falls onto her shoulder. Her arms wrap around my neck.
I press a kiss to her soft skin as she starts to thread her fingers through my hair.
Lifting my head, I look at her. Fuck, she looks beautiful. Her face is all flushed, her lips are swollen from my kisses, and her hair is all mussed up.
She’s perfect. And she’s mine.
“You didn’t come,” I say.
I knew she probably wouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want her to.
“I know, but we knew it was likely that I wouldn’t. But you came. Inside of me.” She has a big smile on her face.
“You look pretty happy about that fact.”
“I am. No more virgin Evie, which means we can have sex whenever we want now.”
I let out a low chuckle. “Sounds fucking awesome to me. Let me just clean up.” I give her a quick kiss and then carefully pull out of her.
She winces.
“You okay?”
“Just a little sore. Is that blood?” Her wide eyes are staring at my condom-covered cock, which has little speckles of blood mixed in with her juices.
“Yeah, it’s yours from…you know.” I gesture to her pussy.
She lets out a groan, covering her face with her hands. “Oh God, that’s so embarrassing.”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, babe. It’s natural and kinda hot.”
She slides her hands from her face, and I give her a wink before going into the bathroom.
I dispose of the condom and clean up. Then, I get a washcloth and rinse it up with warm water. I take it back out to Evie. I sit on the bed beside her and press the cloth between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Cleaning up my girl.” I kiss the tip of her nose.
When I’m done, I take the washcloth back to the bathroom and then head straight back to Evie.
Grabbing the blanket from the bottom of the bed, I climb up next to her, cover us both with the blanket, and wrap her up in my arms.
“That was all kinds of amazing,” she says, looking up at me.
I shimmy down, so we’re face-to-face. “Yeah, it was. Really amazing.”
She starts running her fingers through the scruff on my chin. I love it when she does that.
“So, can we do it again?”
A laugh escapes me. “When? Now?” I say at her expression.
She gives me a smile that says yes.
“But aren’t you sore?”
“A little, but it’s not bad.” She runs the tip of her finger over my lips, tickling me.
Capturing her finger, I run my teeth over my lips, alleviating the itch. Then, I graze my teeth over the pad of her finger, and she shivers.
“Well, if you’re really sure you want to, then give me ten minutes, and I should be good to go again.”
She slides a hand between us and wraps it around my cock.
He pays attention immediately, and she raises a brow at his sudden growth.
My girl is awesome. Am I the luckiest bastard in the world, or what?
“Okay, maybe not ten minutes. More like two.” I grin.
She laughs as I roll her onto her back, taking the sound in my mouth as I kiss her, and I slip my hand between her legs, getting her ready for round two.
Since that day in Adam’s office, the one where I went to yell at him about the divorce settlement and ended up having sex with him before he was harsh and cold toward me—not that I didn’t deserve it, but just maybe not at that moment—yeah, that day…well, we’ve been going at it regularly since then.
Meaning, we’ve been having sex at any given opportunity. It’s been happening for nearly two weeks now.
Don’t ask me what it means or what’s going on because I have no clue. We don’t talk. We just fuck.
And I’m afraid to ask him in case I don’t get the answer I want.
When I left his office, I was hurting from his words, but I couldn’t think of anything else but him. I couldn’t get his smell or taste off me, and I didn’t want to.
I’d missed him for ten long years, and I wasn’t ready to let go. And as it turned out, he felt the same—well, that, or he just really likes fucking me.
Probably the latter.
The next night, he turned up at the café, right at the end of my shift. It was almost like he knew what time I would be finishing.
He stood there in the doorway. He didn’t have to say anything. I was pretty sure I knew why he was there.
But he said, “That he wanted to talk.”
I said, “Okay.”
I locked up the coffee shop and followed him back to his bungalow in silence the whole way. My stomach was churning with nervous excitement, my heart racing.
He opened the door, letting me inside his place.
The moment it shut, I was pushed back up against it, and his mouth was on mine.
Our clothes were gone soon after. I was on his bed with his head between my legs, and I was crying out his name. Then, he was inside me, screwing me like it had been too long since the last time.
When it was over, we both lay there, on separate sides of the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Then, Adam got up and went into the bathroom. When I heard the shower go on, I took that as my cue to leave.
So, I dressed quickly and left.
And we’ve been doing the same thing every night since. Adam turns up at the end of my shift, and then I follow him back to his bungalow where we go at it for a few hours. Then, he gets up and showers, and I leave.
There was one night when he didn’t turn up. My stomach churned, and I felt sick. I felt like I’d lost him all over again even though, in truth, I hadn’t really gotten him back.
So, I went to his bungalow and knocked on his door.
He didn’t answer, so I left.
And like the idiot I am, I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking about where he was and what he was doing—or whom he was doing.
I didn’t see Adam for two nights. It was a long weekend.
Then, on Sunday morning, I remembered him telling me that he only stayed at the hotel during the week.