way possible—by thrusting her hips upward, impaling herself on my cock. Her eyes opened wide and then shuttered as I stretched and filled her to capacity. She let out this long, keening moan of pleasure that shot right into my balls.
“Ah, fuck!” I was going to embarrass myself; I knew it, and I didn’t even care because I knew I would make it up to her tenfold. I couldn’t fight it. Didn’t want to fight it.
She was so tight, squeezing me with rippling caresses up and down the length of my shaft. I was balls deep inside my angel, and she was milking my cock, tugging me in deeper in a desperate need that matched my own. I pistoned my hips, slowly at first and then increased the speed and intensity when I realized she was already on the edge too.
Her nails dug into my back, the glorious pain intensifying my pleasure. She clung to me, molding her gorgeous curves against my chest as I pounded into her. We fit together as perfectly as if we’d been fashioned for each other by a master craftsman.
Soon, she screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she exploded around me, squeezing me in a possessive viselike grip that thrilled me. I immediately followed, shouting her name and thrusting deep as I pulsed out my release inside her.
For the first time in my life, I fully understood the term la petite mort because I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven. Yeah, it was that good.
The subsequent silence was nearly absolute, broken only by our heavy breathing. While it had been spectacular, it was over far too quickly. I wanted more. And in that moment, I realized that, in my haste and desire, I’d acted just like the rutting buck she thought I was.
Then, she began to pet my hair with tender, gentle strokes. “It’s okay, Jace,” she said softly, as if sensing my thoughts.
I leaned my head into her hand, craving more. “I’m sorry, Eva.”
“Are you?” she asked, trying and failing to hide the hint of hurt in her voice. “Because I’m not.”
I looked at her, afraid to hope, knowing I had to clarify. “I’m not sorry we had sex. I’m sorry for not loving you properly,” I amended. “For being so rough, so quick.”
The sex had been fast and furious and of single-minded purpose: to slake the incendiary lust between us. And yet, oddly enough, it had felt like more than that. We’d come together like desperate lovers, not consenting adults out for a round of strings-free sex. At least, that was what it had felt like to me.
“Mmm, don’t apologize. I needed that. Now that we’ve taken the edge off, we can take our time.”
I looked deep into her eyes, at once hopeful and relieved. “We can?”
“Oh, yes,” she purred, squeezing her inner muscles around my dick, which was still buried deep inside her. “I want them all, one through six. I even have some suggestions for seven, eight, and nine ...”
~ * ~
It wouldn’t be accurate to say that we’d spent the entire day in bed. We’d made great use of the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and the stairway, eventually winding up in Eva’s master bedroom.
“You are a wicked, wicked woman,” I moaned as I lay naked and spent after the latest round.
Eva hummed in response. Half of her body was draped over my chest; the other half was sprawled languidly atop the fluffy bedspread. Making her scream in pleasure was my new favorite pastime. There was not an inch of that luscious body I had not licked, fondled, teased, and loved, and after some much-needed recovery time, I fully intended to do it all over again.
Eva’s cell phone vibrated on the nightstand, an unwelcome reminder that, despite the last twenty-four hours, we were not the only two people in the universe. Eva started to move, but I was closer. I reached out and checked the caller ID on the screen.
Eva mumbled something against my skin that might or might not have been, “The boys?”
“No.”
I tossed the phone back on the nightstand, filling my now-empty palm with the soft swell of her ass. She rewarded me by pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my nipple, tonguing me the way I had tongued her earlier. The woman was the softest, warmest, naughtiest little cuddler.
“Who then?”
“Ross.”
Eva groaned, and I felt the vibrations down the length of my midsection. The sound was similar to the moans she made