Some Like it Hotter

“Really?”

“Really.” He began to move, rubbing his cock over her sex without entering—a taste of her own medicine.

Her own medicine was, frankly, fantastic.

“Nervous because of me and how I might act?”

“No.” He stopped moving. “No, not that at all.”

Something relaxed and sweetened inside her. “Okay.”

“I’m nervous because if you don’t have a good time I will feel responsible.” He was looking down at her with deep tenderness; she nearly wanted to cry. “And I will feel terrible.”

“Ames,” she whispered.

“I don’t want either of us to feel terrible.” He began to move again, making her body leap back into arousal. “I want us always to feel as good as we do right now, naked and rubbing all over each other with possible heaven just around the corner.”

Eva giggled. “Greedy.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” She gathered her strength and twisted to one side, bucking him off, then used the momentum to push him the rest of the way onto his back so she could sit astride him. “I’m nervous because you delayed inviting me. Which is fine, I understand, but obviously this is a big deal and you had questions about how I would fit in. Frankly, so do I.”

She held his beautiful brown gaze, wanting him to be straight with her, even if it was really hard.

“I did.” He returned her gaze calmly. “I couldn’t picture you there. I thought you’d be uncomfortable, but I also I thought I would be. I’m not proud of that now, but it’s the truth.”

She nodded, touched by his sincerity. “What changed?”

He smiled, pressing his hand briefly against her cheek. “I was focusing on the wrong thing. As hard as it was at the beginning to imagine us there together, I reached a place where I simply couldn’t imagine going without you.”

“Thank you.” Tears threatened her eyes, clogged the back of her throat. Hadn’t she told her sister she was falling in love with Ames? If falling was a process, this was the end point. She loved him. He was noble and sweet and willing to escort her to this event tonight fully expecting she’d mortify him, and he planned not to care. How could she not love him?

But if she didn’t do something soon, she was going to cry all over him and tell him she loved him, and that was a really bad idea.

So instead she fell forward onto her arms and moved her hips slowly, up and back again, her moisture lubricating his penis so her body slid faster, becoming more and more aroused by the feel of his hard heat between her legs.

“Oh. Man. That is— I—” Ames lifted his head, let it fall back with a cross between a sigh and a groan, obviously giving up on communication. “Yeah.”

Eva grinned, tears no longer threatening. They were good together. The best. They’d do okay tonight. And tomorrow. The rest she’d worry about later.

She pushed up off her arms and sat upright, still rocking, stroking her breasts gently, letting him watch her play.

“Come here.” He took her hips and maneuvered her forward until she was straddling his head.

“Well.” She looked down at him, struggling not to smile. “What now?”

His eyes were fixed on her sex, hovering over his mouth. “I can only think of one thing.”

“Really?” She lowered herself slowly, half an inch at a time, making him wait. “This?”

He made an inarticulate sound, grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his mouth.

Eva drew in a sharp breath between her teeth and let it out on a soft cry, continuing to stroke her breasts while he licked and sucked her ravenously, focusing his attention more and more on her clitoris. Her breathing became labored and harsh. Her thighs started trembling.

The orgasm grew slowly. Eva clutched his hair, eyes closed, head lolling back, barely aware of what she was doing, where she was. Ames’s lips closed firmly around her clitoris; he slid a finger up inside her, and she was gone with a guttural shout and the delicious burn that pushed her up, then let her down, while she contracted wildly around his fingers.

“Ames.” She moved off him, collapsed to the floor next to him. “Ames, I think you broke me.”