by Sahara Kelly
“So, to me you’re Eve-girl. Eve. Essence of woman. First woman. My woman. I like that.”
Eve slowed her steps and looked uncertainly at Simon. “Your woman?”
Simon looked steadily back at her. “Eve, I can’t hide the fact that I’m very attracted to you. I have been since I first saw you, rumpled and sleepy, and I can’t believe it was only this morning. I feel like we’ve known each other for a long time.”
Eve chewed her lip. “That really sounds kind of hokey, doesn’t it? I mean I know people say things like that…”
“Can you deny that you feel an attraction to me?” Simon stopped in the street and reached out for Eve, pulling the lapels of his jacket to bring her close to his chest.
Eve gazed at him. The street lamps reflected from his eyes, dazzling her. She let her mind float and listened, for once, to her heart. “No, Simon. I can’t deny it. It’s there, and was the minute I opened my door this morning and saw you standing there.”
Simon drew in his breath. “Thank God.” He bent toward her, pulling her even closer.
“Simon?” Eve’s hesitant voice breached the small distance between them as he lowered his lips to hers.
The first touch was electric. A brush of skin on skin, then another, then a firm pressure of silken flesh.
His arms went round her clasping her tight, tighter against him as if he wanted to pull her into his ribcage. His lips parted and the warmth of his tongue ran softly along her mouth. Unable to withstand his touch, Eve welcomed him inside.
He moaned as he invaded her moist depths, tongue flickering this way and that as if trying to learn every little dip and secret in the first five seconds. He tasted spicy and sweet, and she found the combination intoxicating.
Eve slid her hands up over his sweater and around his back, relishing his strength and loving the hardness of him. And speaking of hardness, there was a definite hardness making its presence known around her belly. He grew harder as she kissed him, pressing firmly against her and starting an ache way down between her thighs.
It was Eve’s turn to moan as Simon slid one hand down to cup her buttocks and pull her impossibly closer. By lifting her slightly, he nudged his cock into the dip between her thighs and she gasped with the pleasure of it. His tongue plunged back into her mouth, darting back and forth as if it had a life of its own and was determined to thrust as deep as his cock when the time came.
And at that moment, Eve knew the time was here.
This was going to be her “wild” adventure. This was what she’d been waiting for. The one man, the one night, the one fuck that would go down in her personal history as the most incredible experience. When she was old and gray and knitting potholders for the senior center group, she’d be able to look back on this night and smile.
She wasn’t looking for permanence, for a mate, for an “I do” or a white silk dress. She didn’t know if she’d ever be ready for those things. They implied long-term things like commitment, devotion, trust and love. Things that scared Eve silly.
Right now she didn’t want to be scared. She wanted to be fucked.
She pressed her hips against his arousal, rubbing herself wantonly over the distended fabric of his pants. “Come home with me?”
Simon raised his head, eyes sleepy with desire. “I was planning on it.”
“No, I don’t mean walk me home. I mean when we get there, come into my apartment with me. Don’t leave now. Not now that we’ve found this.” She put her hand to his cheek and tugged him back to her hungry lips.
He was more than ready, spinning her so that her back was to the wall of a store. He leaned in on her, pressing as much of his body as he could to hers. “God, Eve,” he muttered, running his tongue from her ear to her collarbone.
“I know. I want this so badly. But I have to tell you I don’t do this kind of thing.”
Simon nibbled her earlobe and thrust his cock against her crotch. “What kind of thing is that, sweetheart?”
“Spend the night with men I don’t know.”
“You know me.” His pants were working magic and she wanted them off him so badly she could scream.
“I don’t know you very well. I only know that I want you. I want—this.” She slid her hand down between them and gripped his cock through the fabric.
He groaned. “It’s all yours, honey. All yours. I don’t do this kind of thing either. Hell, I haven’t dated in two years.”
“I got you beat. It’s been almost three since I had a real date.”
Simon looked at her. “We’re a fine pair, aren’t we? What say we make up for it tonight?”
Eve met his look squarely. “Take me home and fuck me, Simon.”
“It will be my pleasure, Eve.”
She trembled. He held her close for a moment as they listened to their heartbeats pounding against each other.
“I hope you have protection, because I don’t,” muttered Eve.
Simon chuckled. “Ever the practical one, aren’t you, babe? Don’t worry. We’re walking home, and if memory serves me, there’s a drugstore along the way.”
Eve blinked. She’d completely forgotten where she was. Damn, he was good. She hoped and prayed he’d be even better in bed.
“Come on. I think it’s time we took this someplace more private.” Simon grabbed her hand and hurried her down the street, heading to the all-night drugstore.
Eve raised an eyebrow as he grabbed a box of one hundred extra large condoms. “Optimistic?”
“Confident.”
“Oh my.” Eve swallowed. Visions of endless orgasms danced in her mind and nearly blinded her. Maybe even multiple orgasms, if there was such a thing, which she highly doubted. Perhaps the fuck fairy might grant her wish and show her that yes, Eve, there is a G-spot.
Well, okay, probably best not to push it too far.
Eve sighed, realizing she’d be happy just to wake up sore in the morning. That’s all she asked. One night of very nice fucking. That wouldn’t be too much, would it?
She looked at Simon as he paid for the box of condoms. To her, he looked like a God. Handsome inside and outside, funny, a pleasure to be with, single—oh God.
Eve grabbed his arm as they left the store. “You’re not married, are you?”
Simon choked out a laugh. “Bit late to ask that, isn’t it?”
“Simon!”
“No Eve,” he answered, taking pity on her. “I’m absolutely not married. I can’t stand guys who hit on other women when they have a wife at home. Or worse, a wife and kids at home. I’m probably not married because I like women too much to settle down with just one. And recently it’s been all work all the time—I haven’t had time to think much about women or marriage or dating or anything but my career.”
Eve nodded and let him pull her back onto the sidewalk. “I hear you. Work can take over one’s life, that’s for sure.”
He hugged her close again as the shadows of the street gave way to the lights in the parking lot of their apartment building. “Well, I promise that for the next few hours I’m not going to be thinking about work. I…” he dropped a kiss on her hair, “…am going to be thinking about you.”
“You are?”
“Yep. Thinking about your lips, and your eyes, and a few other body parts.“ His hand slid to her behind and caressed it.
She sighed.
“Thinking about ways to explore those aforementioned body parts.” His tongue flicked her ear.
“Okay. Time to stop or you’re going to find out what it’s like to get raped in an elevator.” Eve hurried Simon through the security doors and up the elevator. She stared fixedly at the floor numbers because she knew if she looked at him she’d be all over him like frosting on a cupcake.
Simon grinned as she nearly dragged him to her apartment door. She heard him stifle his chuckle as she dropped her keys and cursed.
The door finally opened and she dragged him in behind her. “Oh God, Simon. Now.”
Chapter 3
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br /> Simon obliged.
He was in as much hurry as Eve was to get where they wanted to be. He didn’t give her a chance to speak, just turned her as soon as they were in the darkened hallway.
The door slammed shut and he pressed Eve hard against it.
She hissed as his chest leaned into her breasts and he felt her nipples beading against him.
He wanted her so bad he could taste it. And her. His mouth bore down on hers harshly, taking everything she gave, demanding more. And he could feel her response, her passion, as she trembled beneath his assault.
Her hips ground against his cock in a blatant invitation he could not refuse.
“I want you.”
Simon wasn’t sure if it was his voice or hers. He decided it didn’t matter. Their goal was the same. He grabbed her hands and pushed them up and back against the door, pinning her in place.
His lips and tongue challenged hers, teasing, plundering, keeping her on the edge of desire. Her position pushed her breasts at him and he swiftly moved to hold her wrists with only one hand.
The other fell to her shirt and with a swift move he bared her. Raising his gaze upwards until their gazes met, he watched her eyes as he slid his hand into her bra and cupped her breast. Her sherry-colored eyes blazed at his touch and he heard himself moan as his fingers teased and pulled her already-hard nipple.
It was almost too much, but nowhere near enough.
He bit his lip in frustration and quickly flipped the catch on her bra. He released her arms and freed her of her clothing, only to find her hands stripping his shirt off his shoulders.
He was going to lose it. Hurriedly he grabbed her hands again, pushing them even higher and bringing her to her toes.
His head fell and his mouth closed around her breast.
She choked out a sob as he let his tongue rove around the delicate skin, and pulled it taut with his mouth.
“God, Simon,” she whispered. “Oh God.”
She tasted of sweetness and woman and some powdery fragrance that tickled his nose. He sucked her hard, feeling her heartbeat increase.
“I can’t take it,” she gasped.
“Yes you can,” he muttered, switching his attentions to the other breast, leaving the first glistening and rigid in the cool air.
“I need to touch you.”
“No you don’t, not if you want this to last.” He attacked her softness, biting the nipple tenderly and rolling it between his teeth.
“Dear heavens, Simon, I can’t—I really can’t—” Her breath hitched and Simon felt her legs tremble.
Astounded, Simon realized she really was on the verge of her orgasm. Without even a second thought, he opened her pants and pulled them down over her hips, taking her underwear with them.
He slid his hand between her thighs, over the softness of her mound and pushed two fingers into the searing heat of her cunt.
His mouth and tongue worked her nipple as his fingers began to move.
He was as hard as he had ever been, yet his attention was focused on this woman who shuddered beneath his fingers. He felt like a maestro playing a perfectly tuned musical instrument that responded to his slightest touch. He knew his chest was against her soft body, he could feel his own pulse throbbing in his cock, but these sensations paled next to what was happening to Eve.
Her body was tensing, her breath coming in irregular gasps, and her juices were soaking his hand. Her nipple was bullet-hard against his tongue, pushing itself further into his mouth and demanding his touch.
He suckled her forcefully, and added a slight curl to his fingers.
Eve went rigid against the door. A strangled scream emerged from her throat and her thighs clamped together around his hand. He felt her cunt squeeze his fingers in fierce contractions as her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm.
He leaned against her and took her tremors into his soul.
“Oh. My. God.” Eve’s body turned to jelly against him, and he had to hold her entire weight to stop her from sliding bonelessly to the floor.
“Are you okay?” Simon quietly asked the woman panting in his arms.
“No.”
“You’re breathing.”
“Are you sure? I thought I just died and went to heaven.”
Simon snickered. Judging it safe to release his hold on her, he let her arms down and gently rubbed her shoulders.
She moved a little and kicked herself free of her pants. “You have too many clothes on, Simon. We have to do something about that.”
“In a moment.” He was certainly hard enough, and ready enough, but he was finding an unusual pleasure in watching Eve as she recovered from the depths of an intense climax. He wanted to see the heat return to those burning eyes as he brought her to another orgasm in a little while. They had all night. There was no hurry.
His cock, however, although impressed with all this whimsy, was definitely sending a message loud and clear. Let me out!
As if reading his mind, Eve’s hands moved gently to his fly and she unzipped him, delving into the folds to release his straining erection.
“Oh, my. Nice.”
Simon smiled a little painfully. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Eve pushed Simon’s pants down and knelt to help him free himself from his shoes and socks. His cock waved politely at her, growing even more in an attempt to impress her.
She was clearly impressed.
A soft stroke from base to tip nearly did him in.
“Let’s get a little more comfortable. Follow me.”
Seeing that Eve had a hand firmly around his cock, Simon saw few, if any, options. And that was just fine by him.
She led him into her living room and stopped in front of a large armchair.
“Sit, Simon,” she encouraged, releasing his cock and pushing him down gently.
The rough fabric of the chair grated across his buttocks and the backs of his thighs as Eve knelt between them and spread his legs wider.
Her intentions were obvious, and his heart began to pound savagely, as once again she took him in her hands and gently stroked his length.
This time, however, she licked her lips.
* * * * *
Eve couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt such an overwhelming need to taste a man. Actually, she didn’t think she ever had.
Oral sex was not something she usually indulged in. Tonight with Simon was very different. She dipped her head and placed a quick butterfly kiss on the head of his cock, just to see what would happen.
On the surface, nothing did. But she sensed his thigh muscles tighten on either side of her body, and noticed his knuckles whitening on the arms of the chair.
She slid her hands up the inside of his thighs, enjoying the roughness of his hair as she pressed against its growth patterns.
“Move closer, Simon,” she breathed, digging her fingers into his flesh and pulling, showing him what she wanted him to do.
Obligingly, he slid his buttocks forward on the chair, slumping back against the tufts. His cock thrust upwards from its nest of dark hair and his balls hung full and warm just over the edge of the seat.
Now she could play.
She wasn’t sure how to, at first, but then remembered snippets of conversation she’d heard from her girlfriends during their endless gabfests on their favorite subject—sex. Basically, the theory proposed that anything you do to a man with your mouth he’ll love. There were no rules.
Eve began by examining Simon’s cock with almost clinical interest, feeling the veins that bulged from the smooth surface and the dips and ridges that formed the head. She opened herself to his responses as she touched and smoothed different places, noting his strong reaction to her light contact with a little spot beneath the head.
A small bubble of moisture wept from the tiny hole at the tip of his cock and she touched it gently, working it over the deeply reddened flesh.
She was intent on her task and almost jumped as h
is hand touched her head.
She glanced up at him, to see his eyes half closed and his cheeks flushed.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
“Oh no, babe. I just wanted to make sure you’re real.”
Holding his gaze, Eve daringly lowered her body and watched his eyes as she slid her tongue around the top of his cock. He seemed to blank out for a couple of seconds when she first touched him, then his focus intensified until the heat of his gaze burned her skin.
She dropped her head forward and tried something else, sliding her tongue down to the base of his cock and tracing the veins back up to the tip. She flicked that little sensitive spot on the way, and was pleased to note that a definite moan resulted.
One more time she swiped his hardness with her tongue, leaving a trail of warm wetness behind. She loved his taste, musky, clean and male. He smelled of warm nights and strong hands, and a body that was hers to play with all night long.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled him into her mouth and fastened her lips around him.
It was his turn to sob, and she glanced up to see his eyes shut, head tilted back and the cords in his neck standing out. He was beautiful.
Again she sucked on him, letting him slide from her mouth with a little plop and then immediately sucking him back in again, as deep as she could. Her technique could probably use work, but Simon didn’t appear to mind.
She decided to add a little something to her skills, and slid a hand beneath the cock she was energetically sucking to find his balls. He flinched as she ran her fingers over the soft sac, now pulsing with his heartbeat and tightening as his arousal grew.
It was a heady feeling, to hold a man’s responses in her hand and her mouth, and Eve decided she liked the feeling of power it gave her. She enjoyed knowing that she was reducing this man to a state of limp ecstasy simply with her fingers and her tongue. She allowed his balls to move a little within her cupped hand, and stroked behind them to find what her friends had described as a “magic spot.”
Her adventuring fingers brought another groan from Simon and he writhed in the chair.
“Eve, honey, what are you…oh God, please Eve—“
