The Affair (The Evolution of Sin 1)

I noticed his frown and this time I didn’t quell the urge to iron it away with my touch. He allowed me to touch him though he tensed under the caress and grabbed my hand.

“I may have been a virgin, Sinclair, but I wasn’t completely inexperienced. I have had a boyfriend before and we did do things.” It was not pleasant to think my sexual encounters before Mark but I wanted him to know. “And before that, I did things with a man. Things I’m not really proud of and would prefer not to talk about, but I just want you to know. I’m not pure, or anything.”

Sinclair rolled over me, bracing his weight on his knees, straddling my legs with his forearms bracketing my face. His gaze was somber but one hand played almost absently with a strand of my hair.

“Not pure? Regardless of whatever happened before and of your conventional virginity, I noticed your purity right away.” He pressed a finger to my lips when I tried to protest. “I don’t mean you seemed young to me, or naïve. I mean that there is a grace, a serenity to you that speaks of purity. It has nothing to do with sexuality.” His grin was self-depreciating. “Though obviously I noticed that too.”

“You are just being nice.” I squirmed beneath him, uncomfortable with his compliment.

“I don’t have time to be nice,” he reminded me curtly but his eyes were dancing as I looked into them. When I smiled back, he sighed happily. “There. You are mine for five more days, Elle, and I fully expect you to smile and graciously receive my flattery whenever I desire it. Understood?”

I laughed. “Yes, sir.”

His eyes darkened suddenly and I felt him twitch against my thigh. “Are you sore?”

I mentally checked my erogenous zones for discomfort but other than a slightly swollen sex, I felt fine, extraordinary even. “No.”

I slid my arm around his neck, aware for the first time that he was naked in my arms. My fingers boldly explored the play of muscles in his back, my nails scratched lightly down his sides so that he hissed and when I brought them between us to run my hand down his beautifully defined torso, he hummed with pleasure.

I squealed as he wrapped his arms around me and flipped over onto his back so that I was straddling him. I blinked down at him a view times as he smiled and placed his arms behind his head.

“You wanted to explore,” he reminded me. “Feel free.”

I bit my lip and he frowned, his voice hardening. “Do not be shy with me, Elle. We have five days together and I assure you, this will be the tamest of those five nights. There are so many things I want to do with you, for you, to you.” His hand reached up and cupped my full breasts, his thumbs flicking over my distended nipples.

Emboldened by his words, I leaned over and softly kissed the hollow at the base of his throat. I readjusted my position over him so that I could reach one of his small brown nipples with my lips. Sucking it into my mouth, I gently ran my teeth over it and was rewarded with his hands sliding into my hair, urging me on. As I trailed sweet kisses down his chest – my nails raking his skin harder now so that his breath came in pants – I realized how powerful sex could be. There was nothing in my world but Sinclair’s body, laid out like a dusky skinned Adonis for me to worship.

My lips found his jutting erection and I mirrored my other chaste kisses by planting a gentle kiss to the flared crown. A bead of moisture rested there and as Sinclair looked down at me with fevered eyes, I deliberately licked the salty sweet substance, smacking my lips as I hummed my approval. His hands tightened in my hair but the mild pain only heightened the experience. I was his, to do with as he pleased. The idea was so arousing, I moaned around him as I took his length past my lips, deep into the back of my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating and I was tempted to reach one of my hands down to play with my soaking sex but I was too dedicated to his pleasure to do so. Instead, I wrapped one hand around the base of him, squeezing firmly each time my lips descended to my grip and with the other, I cupped his soft sack drawn up with desire.

“Make me come this way,” he said through his teeth.

I murmured my consent as I took him from my warm mouth to run my tongue along the length of him, wondering at his size, loving his girth. I hesitated at the root and wondered if he would like his balls touched in the same way. At the first tentative brush of my tongue his muscles contracted and when I rolled one experimentally in my mouth, his groan reverberated through my core.

“Yes,” he hissed and he tugged on my hair almost painfully so that I moaned too.

I could feel my wetness trail down my leg but I was so focused on Sinclair that I barely registered my own needs. His release would be better than my own.

Suddenly desperate for the taste of him spilling into my mouth, I took him swiftly to the back of my throat, relaxing so that I wouldn’t gag as he began to pump back and forth in my mouth. I relaxed my jaw, flicking my tongue over his tip whenever he retreated and waited breathlessly for my reward. I could feel his climax the moment it shuddered through his body. The muscles in his legs and stomach grew taut and his fingers twitched before clenching tightly in my hair. A feral groan ripped from his chest as he spent himself across my tongue. I quickly lapped up his release, surprised by how much I enjoyed it.

He lay exhausted as I straightened from my slightly uncomfortable position but his arms tightened around me as he brought me to his chest so that he could press a kiss into my hair.

“You are magnificent,” he murmured, and I wondered if I imagined the reverence in his words.

I closed my eyes and absorbed his praise. We lay silently for a time and I wondered if he had perhaps fallen asleep. Maybe I should leave, I thought with sudden anxiety. This was a holiday affair; he wouldn’t want to spend the night with me. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I considered my options but his sleep-roughened voice interrupted my reverie.

“What are you thinking about so loudly?”

I sighed, deciding to tell him the truth. “I was wondering if I should leave now.”

Instantly, his corded arms tightened like a vice around me but his voice was casual as he said, “If you’d like.”

My heart dropped into my stomach but I nodded against my chest and tried to push myself from his embrace. “No problem.”

“But,” he continued mildly, and when I looked down at him, his eyes were still closed, “I would prefer it if you stayed.”

Relief flooded me, reheating every place that he had spent the night coaxing to life inside of me. My hand splayed across his chest, furrowing in his spare chest hair. I could feel the calming beat of his heart against my palm.

“I’d like that too,” I whispered looking down at the most handsome man in the world.