Hush (Just This Once 1)

“Evan.” My name escapes her lips as I hone in on the smooth skin of her stomach.

I’m grateful as fuck that I told her my real name when we met. I’ve never heard it laced with this much desire and need before.

I glide my lips along her hip before I kiss a small mole on her outer thigh.

Her breathing quickens. It’s an audible leap from measured and deep to rapid and shallow. Her legs twitch as she tries to hide her arousal. I know she’s wet. I felt it when I slid her lace panties down her legs.

I glide a finger along the seam of her pussy and it brings a sound to her lips. It’s not a moan, but a sigh. It’s soft, barely noticeable but I hear it.

I’m acutely aware of everything right now as if my senses have all been turned up so each sound, smell, and taste will become etched into my memory.

Taste.

I crave it so much that I don’t waste another second. I lower my mouth to her pussy, inching the tip of my tongue over her swollen clit before I dip it inside.

She’s exquisite. I lap at her, gentle lashes of my tongue against her clit before I suck it between my teeth.

Her hips move as her hands find my hair.

I swear to fuck that makes me even harder. Her fingers are eager and restless as she tugs me closer. She wants this as much as I do. Her need to get off is controlling it all; her movements, those fucking sweet sounds she’s making and the wetness.

With each stroke of my tongue against her, she gets wetter and wetter and for the first time in my life, I wish to fuck I could slide my dick in completely bare so I could experience the slickness of skin touching skin.

“Evan,” she murmurs and I thrust my groin into the bed. I’m primed to fuck. I need it. I feel like a caged animal, but I won’t take until she’s given me what I want.

I need to watch her come apart. I’m craving it more than the intense rush I already know I’m going to feel when her pussy envelops my cock.

“Give it to me…”I stop myself before I say Jane because that’s not her goddamn name. I’d trade everything I own at this moment just to know it. “Come on my face.”

She grinds herself against my mouth.

It’s so fucking hot that I moan into her flesh and that’s enough to push her over.

She comes and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her body pulsates, her lips part and she says my name, my real fucking name, draped in a moan.

***

My hands shake as I wrap my dick in the condom Jordan gave me. I’m not nervous about the fuck. I want this. After what I just witnessed, all I need in life to die a happy man is to be inside of this woman.

I watch her as she takes in the sight of me stroking my cock. She hasn’t made a sound since she came. She also hasn’t moved beyond craning her neck so she could watch as I rid myself of all of my clothes before I tore open the condom package.

I can’t shake the desire to stop time. I’m going to fuck her, we’ll both get off and then we’ll dress and part ways.

The thought of that is invading everything. I already want more of her and I’ve yet to shoot my load.

“Evan?” she whispers my name.

I jerk my chin up. “Yes?”

“Your mouth is amazing.”

Her words shred the small amount of self-control I have left. I’ve been prolonging this because I don’t want it to be over. I could stare at her for hours like this with her skin flushed from her release and her fingers lightly strumming her clit.

I crawl onto the bed and move until I’m above her, my hands bracketing either side of her head. I look down and into those stormy hazel eyes. “You’re a beautiful woman.”

Her gaze trails over my face slowly. I don’t need her to return the compliment. I know she likes what she sees.

The pulsing need in my cock takes over and I inch closer to her wetness. As her eyelids flutter shut, I push in and the groan that escapes me comes from somewhere so deep inside that I don’t recognize it.