Page 16 of Lessons in Desire

She mumbles, the words desperate despite their obscurity.

“Oh darling, do you want to cum for daddy?” I increase the pressure on her clit, those moans like my kryptonite. “Tell me, otherwise I’ll let this desperate little pussy go hungry.”

She cries out behind the gag, rolling her hips up like she’s desperate for more, shaking her head at my words. I hear her mumble the words around the gag, the only syllable slipping through being come.

I grin, increasing my pace. “Fuck, you’re such a desperate little slut.” I’m not going to last with her pussy feeling this fucking good. I increase my pace, slamming her down onto my length, circling her clit in a steady rhythm. I pound into her, harder and harder, her moans like a melody I was born to hear.

She mumbles something and I lean down, sucking her rosy nipples into my mouth.

“Do you want to come? Is that what you said, Evelyn.” I tease, my tongue swirling around her nipple.

She nods, sobbing. I can see her balancing on that edge, made desperate by her impending orgasm.

She whimpers.

And I can’t back anymore, I fucking explode.

I don’t let her come; I make her. She howls around the tie, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, hungry as it falls and that’s when my climax follows. I groan as my cock paints her insides, marking her as mine.

Mine, mine, mine.

Pleasure rips through me, through herm that ribbon between us tying tighter, setting this into solid fucking stone. I exhale, resting on top of her as the world rushes past. Our breaths mingle, heartbeats pounding in one steady rhythm, and I know instinctually that this is it for me. She is it for me.

After minutes of silence, her breath stutters. “Oh my god.” She whispers.

I smile into her neck, but I don’t get a chance to answer, or kiss her, or wipe the sweaty strands of gold from her head because she’s already pushing me away. Frantic, she pushes, and I pull back.

She’s terrified, her eyes wide with terror as her hand comes up to her face, to cup her mouth. “What have we done?” she whispers, her eyes far away. “What have we done!” She says louder, more panicked.

I take her hands in mine, but she pulls them away as if I’ve burned her.

“Evelyn, calm down.” She’s hyperventilating, and my heart hurts to see her panic. “Take deep breaths.” I command and I see her want to rebel, to do the opposite but her body knows me, knows who I am, it feels the threads binding us together. “Good.” I say when she’s breathing normally.

“I need to leave.” She starts dressing in a panic, pulling on her clothes like there’s a fire.

“No.” I say, taking her by the shoulders but she shrugs me off and spins around to face me, holding her hand out to stop me in my tracks.

“I am leaving and this,” she gestures between the two of us, “can never happen again. Ever.”

“It can and it will.” I say, anger sparking now, the fear setting off like a loose wire speckled with water. “You’ve felt this since day one. I know you have. Running away won’t stop how we feel about each other.”

She laughs, but there’s no humour in it. “Feelings? I have no feelings for you.” She spits the words and each one hits me with a burn. “My entire life depends on me getting through the next two years with no distractions. I have it all planned, and you are not part of it.”

Her worlds are cruel, the shape of them sharp, but I steel myself against it. I know that this is the fear talking, the part of Evelyn that balks at help from others, from losing her independence.

I step towards her. “You can try to hurt me, Evelyn, but it won’t work because I know you. I love you, and I refuse to pretend otherwise just because you’re scared.”

Her jaw hangs open, shocked, but a moment later she’s gritting her teeth. “I’m leaving.”

I stand back and let her. I know she needs time; I know that the dust of tonight needs to settle and when it does, when she’s ready for us, I will love her and never let go.

Chapter Ten

Evelyn

Life moves on, even when your life is altered irreversibly. It’s something I’ve known for a lifetime. The world didn’t stop when my mom died, or when my had to get his stomach pumped when I was eight or when I lost my virginity.

So, I don’t know why I expected it to be different after Asher and I fucked. I expected to walk out of his office and see that the world had paused, the birds a blur against the sky, mid-flight, the wind holding its breath, the sun in the same place it was half an hour before.

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