wet slit. “So pretty. So wet. And fuck, this ass. I fucking love this ass.”
Giggling softly, I arched harder.
Groaning, he slid his finger into my ass. Just the tip. It was wet, but I felt my muscles tighten around him.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
He pushed in again, further this time, and his throaty growl was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. While he gently massaged my ass, he slid his cock into my wetness. Thrusted and pushed his finger in deeper.
“Still okay?”
“Yes.”
He thrust again, groaning, his finger working me. Evan was the only man who’d ever touched me there, but I liked it. I wanted him inside me, everywhere.
I wanted him to own me. Mark me. Claim me as his.
“You want it?” I asked, pushing my hips back. “Take it.”
He grunted, his cock pulsing inside me.
“Fuck my ass, Evan.”
His answering shudder made me feel strong and powerful. He was putty for me. He was mine.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Do it. Come in my ass. I know you want it. Take it.”
With a long, low growl, he slid his cock out. “Don’t move.”
I waited while he got up and a second later, I heard a cupboard in the kitchen. He came back with a jar of coconut oil.
His breath was ragged, but he didn’t rush. Didn’t force himself inside. He massaged me with his fingers, gently pulling, stretching—getting me ready.
I had no idea how he had so much control. I’d come twice already and I was dying for him again.
With his hands palming me, he positioned his cock and pushed in. Slow. Agonizingly slow. His body shuddered and he groaned again as the tip slid into my tight hole.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “This is so hot.”
The pain was nothing, the pressure more than worth the reverent awe in his voice. The way his body trembled behind me. He loved this, and I loved giving it to him.
“Do it. Fuck me. I want to feel you come in my ass.”
He grunted, moving his hips so he thrust in a little deeper. I bit my lip and exhaled. It wasn’t bad. He settled into a rhythm, his hands gripping my hips, his cock sliding in and out.
“Fuck, Fiona, I can’t.” He was almost breathless now. “You’re so fucking hot. Oh my god.”
His hips jerked harder and he growled like an animal. My muscles tightened around him as he started to come, the pulses of his orgasm rippling through me. My heart raced with the intensity of it and my eyes rolled back. It was a different sensation, new and delightfully dirty.
He made me feel bad in all the best ways.
His grip on my hips loosened and he carefully pulled out, breathing hard. “Holy shit. That was fucking unbelievable.”
Still on my knees, I glanced back at him. The lazy grin on his face made me want to collapse into a melty ball of happiness.
He gently massaged my hips and ass and leaned in to pepper me with soft kisses. “Are you okay?”
“I’m great.”
I held there while he babied me for a minute until my legs started to give out. He got up while I crumpled onto the couch.
“Don’t move,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
My eyes drifted closed—my word, I felt good—and a few moments later, strong arms were turning me over. Lifting me up. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed.
“Do you need anything?”
His voice was so tender. So sweet. Who would have thought that grumpy, broody man had this inside of him?
“Just cuddles.”
“Anything you want, beautiful.”
He got in bed with me and proved once again that Evan Bailey was the best cuddler in the history of snuggles.
Feeling blissfully warm and pleasantly sore, I relaxed in his arms. There was something in the back of my mind. Something I’d meant to do. And for some reason, it seemed like maybe now would have been a good time to do it.
But I didn’t want to think. I shifted a little so more of my skin was touching his, and he hugged me closer.
I was so crazy in love this this man. I just wanted to drift for a while and enjoy this feeling.
37
Evan
I woke up before Fiona, so I got out of our disheveled bed carefully so she could sleep. She was sprawled across the mattress, one arm hanging down, the sheets tangled around her waist.
Adorable.
She made me breakfast all the time, so I decided to