She flipped on the light as he stepped over the threshold. The house didn’t have a hallway, so the entryway opened immediately into the living room. Kyle looked all around.
“I like the color scheme,” he said.
She’d chosen neutral ones like beige and brown, thinking any color and style of furniture would always match the décor. She had thought by now she’d be married and this place would be history, but that hadn’t been the case.
Kyle grabbed her hand and pulled her in close, taking her by surprise. He eased her jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor by the back of her heels.
“You want to show me your bedroom?” he asked before he kissed her neck.
“I hope you like it as much as my living room.”
“I’m sure I will.”
Evie took hold of his hand and pulled him along into hallway on the other side of the living room and into her bedroom. She turned on the light by the bed as he stood by the door.
“Wow, you like paintings,” he said looking around the room.
“They’re mine. I mean these are the ones I’ve sketched or painted.”
“You created all of these?”
She nodded. He walked over to one on the far wall and stood in front of it.
“I thought you were kidding when you said you did artwork. Evie, you’re a fantastic artist.”
“Well, I’m slowly improving.”
He moved to the next painting, this one of a little girl on a bike. In fact, it was the neighbor across the street’s little girl, whom Evie had caught a glimpse of riding up and down the driveway one sunny afternoon.
“If you get any better you’ll be a professional. My mom would like to see these.”
“Well, I’d love to meet her.”
He turned, and it looked like he was about to say something in response, but instead he turned back and looked at the next painting, an English country garden scene she’d sketched after seeing it in a travel book of the UK.
“I love all of these. Will you sell one to me?” asked Kyle.
“How about I give you one? As my apology for you know what.”
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him so they were almost nose to nose. “That’s very nice of you. I see you have a pile of books by your bed. You like to read between the sheets?”
“One of my favorite indulgences.”
“Me, too. You like mysteries?”
“My favorite genre.”
“Mine, too. Hey, does that count for one or two things we have in common?”
“I’d say definitely two,” she said as they rubbed noses and then kissed.
He squeezed her ass and ran his hands over both cheeks.
“Am I correct in assuming that you’re wearing the gift I sent you?” asked Kyle.
Had he planned all this, had this in mind when he’d picked it out? Had he imagined her wearing it and nothing else as she stood in front of him? If so, he was going to be in luck very soon.
“Why don’t you take off my dress and find out for yourself?”
“I’d really like to do that.”
He gave her a quick kiss before he reached behind her back and gently pulled on the zipper of her favorite black dress. She’d bought it a long time ago but never worn it. It had been an impulse buy and definitely one of those a spur of the moment type of things, much like the sex in the elevator had been. She’d imagined she’d wear it for a special man. When she’d pulled it out of the closet earlier that evening she had this feeling in the pit of her stomach that she was on her way to meet a man who’d play a big role in her life from there on out. Little did she know that guy would be Kyle. Now she was glad he’d been the recipient of the first official wearing of the dress.
It fell to the floor by her feet. Here she stood in the bra, panties, stockings and garter belt in front of a man who less than forty eight hours ago she’d considered public enemy number one.
He didn’t say anything but began planting tiny kisses across her collarbone. It tickled, but at the same time was the most erotic thing a man had ever done to her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed all the pleasure he offered her. Kyle lifted up the right strap of her bra and set it down on her upper arm while letting his kisses trail over her shoulder.
Evie took a deep breath as his hand invaded the cup of her bra, and his fingers squeezed her nipple. His attention turned to the other shoulder. First he pulled down the strap before lifting her chin up so he could kiss her. She opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue first of all scrape across her lower lip before dueling with her own, and then slowly slipping inside her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around him, hoping she wasn’t really dreaming. That this wasn’t all one ridiculous fantasy her mind had created about the man who’d once humiliated her. Maybe there was something Freudian about it.
But no, this was so real, the way her heart beat faster, how her pussy pulled and tugged, and there was no mistaking the very huge wet patch in her panties. Yes, this was real, oh, so real.
“I think we should take this nice and slow,” said Kyle. “It was wham, bam in the elevator, and while it was great, nice and easy can be satisfying, too.”
She ran her hands through his thick hair, her fingers almost getting lost in its slight waves.
“You think we can take it slow?” asked Evie.
“If we remember something fantastic is waiting at the end, I think we can.”
Something fantastic. How could the orgasm she’d experienced in the elevator ever be topped?
He reached behind her back again, this time unclasping her bra. He cradled it in his hand after easing it from her body and then let it fall to the ground. She wanted to ask him how he knew her exact size but didn’t want to ruin the moment.
Evie didn’t know what Kyle was thinking as he stood looking at her breasts. Were they too big, too small, a little saggy?
“They’re beautiful,” he finally said.
Was he able to read her mind?
“So beautiful that I want to touch them, tease them, kiss them, and yes, hold them.”
He was a man of his word. He ran his hands over them, sending sparks of erotic pleasure throughout her entire body.
Teasing. He knew how to do that, too. He passed his fingers over her nipples, barely coming in contact with her now ultra-sensitive skin, but she felt it all the same.
And kiss them he did. He painstakingly planted kisses over every inch of them, letting his lips linger on her left nipple as he moved on to the “hold them” part of his promise.
He made his way up her chest, her neck, and then her mouth again.
He might be able to take it slow this time around, but Evie was almost bursting, wanting him inside her. She tugged on his tie, pulling it half way down his upper belly. She opened up two buttons on his shirt.
Kyle slapped her hand.
“Hey, hey, let’s deal with you first.”
She usually didn’t like bossy guys, but something about that quality in Kyle was a turn-on.
He surprised Evie by running his hands down her belly and legs and then lowering his body toward the carpet. He wrapped his arms around the top of her thighs and kissed her navel, which was half covered by the garter belt. He rubbed his nose back and forth across its lace.
She looked down at him, and he up at her. He continued eyeing her as he ran a finger along the edge of the strap on her leg, hooking it underneath to lift it away from her skin.
With one expert flick it popped open, and then the next one was unclasped just as easily.
“Turn around,” he said.
Evie did, but as slowly as she could, hoping that for Kyle, the wait and anticipation were worth it. He ran his hands over her ass cheeks before each strap was pried open. He didn’t ask her to turn back but simply put his hands on her hips and pivoted her around until she was facing him again.
Kyle tugged the belt down over her hips and thighs, leaving her in just the red lace panties. I
dentical to the ones he’d ripped off her a day ago. Was he thinking of doing the same thing again?
She got the answer when he slipped his hand either side of the waistband and tugged them downward. He lifted one foot and untangled them from her ankle, then repeated the same on the other leg until Evie stood before him in nothing but a smile.
He didn’t simply stand back up, but kissed his way up her body. Up her calves, her knees, thighs, her mound, belly, and then farther up until they were face to face again.
“You taste so good,” he said. “Shall we move to the bed?”
Evie didn’t answer but simply turned and led him over to the other side of the room where she got on the bed and beckoned Kyle to join her.
He climbed on beside her as she set her head down on the pillow. He took off his tie and flung it on the floor and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. Kyle reached out and made tiny circles around Evie’s left nipple. It pulled and tightened, and he took it into his mouth and sucked while flicking the other one. Evie rested back on the bed some more as Kyle dragged his tongue along the indention between her breasts, down the center of her belly, over her navel, and then to her mound. If only this moment could last forever.
“Spread your legs for me, Evie.”
His voice seemed deeper, even a touch hoarse, as she did as he asked.
Her body and legs shook, partly from excitement of what would come next, partly from nerves, but she didn’t know why.
She knew Kyle would find her wet down there. She’d creamed the moment he’d taken off her bra.
He ran his finger down the center of her folds, catching her clit that made her draw in her breath. He spread her pussy lips and its entrance before slowly introducing his middle finger. It slid in with ease and made her gasp because it was long and touched the back of the most sensitive part of her sex.
Kyle leaned over and kissed her as his thumb pressed on her clit, but with his middle finger still buried deep inside her. He massaged her tiny nub while ever so gently finger-fucking her. No man had ever stimulated both her clit and pussy at the same time. She’d be spoiled from this point forward.
Evie ran her hands over the bedcovers, moving her hips first up and down and then side to side as Kyle’s finger and thumb drove her into a frenzy.
“Kyle.”
“Yes, Evie,” he whispered into her ear.
“I like this. I like it a lot.”
“And I like doing this to you, so it’s yet another thing we have in common.”
He didn’t say another word but pumped her harder and faster until Evie felt herself falling into an erotic abyss. Her legs throbbed; her nipples pulled; her pussy ached; and then she fell down, down and down, and literally cried when her climax took control of her.
Kyle covered her mouth with his and rocked her in his arms.
“Was that good?”
“Shit, Kyle, it was the most fantastic thing a man’s done to me/”
He wiped away the stray hair that had fallen onto her cheek.
“The night’s young, and there’s lot more to come.”
Evie took a deep breath, hoping it never came to an end.
Chapter Eight
He’d told Evie they were going to take it slow, and up ‘til this point he’d managed to get his libido and his twitching cock under perfect control. However, Evie’s hair now cascaded over the pale pink pillow on her bed. She had a come-and-get-me look to her eyes that he was finding almost impossible to ignore.
Not to mention that beautiful body of hers, spread out before him, her legs apart, the view between them the most spectacular thing he’d ever seen. Pink, pretty, and glistening as her juices slid from her pussy opening. And when she’d enjoyed her orgasm, it had driven him over the edge.
Kyle unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and took it off his shoulders. Evie reached up and pulled down his fly. He eased his pants down his legs, and they caught his boxers so they, too, joined them. At least that would save them some time. Kyle glanced down. His dick was sitting high on his belly, and Evie’s hand was mere inches from it. He closed his eyes, feeling it surround his shaft. Her skin was so soft, her hand delicate as she moved it up and down, each stroke getting harder, causing him to lose control. She was driving him crazy as she always had done, but now in a different sort of way. No longer annoying but just plain seductive.
Kyle reached over and grabbed the condom packet and ripped it open. Evie surprised him by taking it from his hands, pulling out it out of the foil, and then slipping it ever so gently over his cock. He almost lost it there and then but managed to hold on, knowing what was coming next and how wonderful it would be to experience sheer bliss inside of Evie again.
Positioning himself between her outstretched legs he took hold of his cock and slid inside the warmth and tightness of Evie’s pussy. It had been a hurried, and to be honest, unappreciated act in the elevator, but now he wanted them both to enjoy every single moment of this union. She placed her hands on his biceps as he gently glided in and out of her. Evie’s sex felt like warm velvet as he sank deeper within it. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, allowing him to plunge deeper.
Evie fingered the tattoo on his right bicep. He’d decided to get that one night when he’d had too much to drink and had taken a woman he hardly knew to bed. Both of those stupid behaviors were a thing of the past. He’d given up booze after his mother’s drunkenness had made her lose her freedom. And now that he’d connected with Evie he’d be giving up other women because he’d found all he needed to make him content and happy.
She murmured as her pussy squeezed his dick like she was going to crush it. Evie’s eyelids fluttered, and she threw her head back as it pulsated and then milked him. She looked even more beautiful when she climaxed, and there was no doubt she’d done just that. Her cheeks were flushed, a loose tendril of hair shading her left eye. Now it was his turn. He was free to let loose and enjoy the pleasure of being inside of Evie.
Kyle thrust hard and deep, panting on each movement until … bliss. He’d never experienced anything quite like it. Not only physically but mentally, too. He felt connected to Evie. It was almost as if they were meant to be together, and fate had a way of finally connecting them.
He pulled out of her and flopped down by her side. Kyle put his arm around her as Evie pushed her head on his chest. She circled his nipple with her pinkie. He even liked that small gesture.
“That was more amazing than in the elevator,” said Evie.
“And we took it slow.”
Evie turned on her side and put her leg over both of his. “Thank you for tonight. The meal, the company, the…”
He put his finger on her mouth. He knew she was going to say sex, and he wanted to correct her.
“The lovemaking.”
“Yeah, the lovemaking,” she repeated.
“And the night’s not over. Let’s see what we can do for an encore.”
****
Kyle was spoiling her. He nipped her neck as she lay on her left side with his dick plunged deep inside her, his hand around the front of her body, massaging her clit as he gave tiny thrusts. His nose nuzzled the top of her spine.
“You like this?” he whispered.
“What am I going to do when you head out to Montana next week?” she asked.
“Ah, so you’re missing me already. That must mean we have loads of things in common.”
He slapped his body into hers, and Evie closed her eyes. She’d not only miss having his body close to hers, but yes, she’d admit it, he was a great guy and fun to be around. Who would have thought she would have ever owned up to such a thing?
“You could come with me?” he whispered. His thrusts got heavier and wilder.
Evie held the side of the bed, knowing another Kyle-supplied orgasm was brewing.
“I have to work. I’m…”
Too late to get any more words out because her head spun, or at least the bed felt it had when another knock-your-socks-o
ff climax washed over her. She sensed she was drooling into the pillow, biting it, as her legs shook. Kyle panted and said her name over and over again as he came, too.
He held her tight and kissed the side of her face.
“So do you always read in bed before you turn out the light?” she asked him.
“Of course. It’s part of my nightly ritual.”
“You want to do that tonight? You read to me. I read to you.”
“Oh, yeah, just make sure it’s a sexy story.”
Chapter Nine
Kyle opened one eye and then the other when he woke the next morning to hear rain beating down on the roof. The paintings on the wall reminded him it wasn’t on his roof but Evie’s. Last night hadn’t been a dream. They’d had a romantic dinner, come back to her place, made love, and then read to one another before they’d both drifted off to sleep.
He yawned and turned over in bed hoping to see Evie’s cute face next to him, but instead a letter sat on the pillow.
Kyle sat up and read it.
Kyle, I didn’t want to wake you to say goodbye this morning, but I had to get up early to be at the studio by five. You can watch TV in bed. My segment is on just after the news at seven. And there’s bacon and eggs in the fridge, or if you’re on a diet, yogurt and fresh fruit. See you later,
Evie X
PS. Last night was fantastic, and you’re right, we do have a lot in common. Hope to see you again very soon.
He set the note on his chest and put both arms behind his neck and rested his head upon them. Something else they agreed on and that was that last night had been wonderful. He reached across to the nightstand and picked up the book he’d read to Evie. The Secret Garden. First time he’d read it although he’d seen the TV adaptation a few times. She’d read him The Count of Monte Cristo during which he’d fallen asleep by chapter three. He knew that had been made into a movie more times than he’d care to remember, but somehow he’d like to star in his own version. Maybe he’d mention it to his manager. And not that it or Evie’s voice bored him, but she made him feel at ease, at peace, and hence slumber could come easily. It felt comforting to go to sleep with someone special by your side. Someone to share the troubles of the day.
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