Delinquents Turned Fugitives - Ann Denton Page 0,48
in his eyes was intense as he said, "I've known you were mine since I was fourteen-years-old. I just had to wait for you to realize it. But now, I want to hear it, Hailstorm."
"I'm yours," I whispered.
"Again."
"I'm yours."
Evan leaned up and ripped down his boxers. Then his hand went to my panties. He gripped the sides and ripped them down the middle, so that the pieces still clung to my thighs, but my center was bared to him.
He kissed down my stomach and then gently licked each side of my opening, grabbing onto the little lacy scraps of my panties and dragging them up and down along my sensitized skin. Then he set to lapping at me, his tongue tracing up and down until I started writhing. That's when his huge hands clamped down on my hips and his tongue plunged into my depths.
Heat and ecstasy exploded behind my eyelids and I reached down and latched onto his head, holding him in place as I rode out my orgasm. When I was too sensitive, I pushed him away, but he merely slid up my body and latched onto my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and then gently using his teeth to play with it as his hand returned to my slit.
"Wait, I can't... "
He let go of my nipple and I moaned in disappointment. He chuckled. "You can and you will come again for me, Hailstorm. Just trust me."
His fingers gently teased me, warming me back up as his mouth encased my other nipple and rapidly started flicking it.
My spine started to heat up again, pleasure spiraling through me and making me as dizzy as the whiskey had earlier. My toes clenched against the cotton sheets—Evan took that as the cue that I was ready, and plunged two fingers deep inside me, curling them at the perfect spot. He started to tap and stars streaked behind my eyes, a meteor shower went on inside me and my magic went haywire.
I felt light explode from my palms but I was too busy riding my high to care. When I finally stopped grinding against Evan's palm and collapsed back onto the mattress, I stared up at the ceiling. Thin streaks of pale orange crisscrossed the room, just suspended in thin air like glowing spiderwebs made out of light.
"Watching you come is literally the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Evan leaned in to kiss me. Then he slowly slid his fingers out of me. "I hope you have one more in you," he said, as I lay there boneless, all the worry and sadness and frustration leached out of me.
He aligned his hard dick with my entrance and slowly pushed inside. I was still so fuzzy-headed that I didn't do much more than stare.
Until he lifted my hips and started pumping into me. Then I became breathless and needy all over again. I started to murmur his name. He pumped faster. His hands came down on my shoulders and he pinned me to the bed, his hands heating with magic as he sped up until his pelvis ground into mine with every thrust.
He added a little twist each time he got as deep as he could. And that twist ensured my clit was always pulsing with need. Evan didn't let up, he kept a steady pace, even when the heat of his hands started to feel like it was nearly too much and I hissed.
"You can take it," he ground out. "Just a little longer."
I put my hands on top of his and pressed my feet into the mattress, lifting my hips. The new angle let his cock drag over my g-spot and I started to moan. Evan clamped one hand over my lips and stuck one burning hot finger inside.
I sucked on his finger, used my tongue to stroke it. He pumped it in and out with the same rhythm his cock was using. And then he yanked it away, leaving my mouth wanting ... for a second, before he put that hot, wet finger on my clit and pressed down.
Fuck!
He shoved his other hand over my left breast to hold me down. The heat of his palm seared my nipple and sent pleasure racing down my torso. My body became a cyclone and shadows swirled around the room as Evan doubled his speed, railing me hard. My breathing came quicker and my vision grew blurry as my senses rose to meet his raw, rough pace.