Once I was steady, he grasped the base of his erection as I eased myself onto him. I emitted an embarrassingly loud moan as my thighs settled against his lap. “Oh God, you feel so good. The way you handled that whip made me so wet.”
“Fuck, watching you squirm while I did it about ended me.” He gripped my waist and slowly raised and lowered me onto his lap, pushing up into me at the end of each downward stroke. My head fell back onto his shoulder as his hands moved to cup my breasts, and he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“Ride me, baby, take that dick like you own it,” he groaned as I sped up the rhythm of my hips, grinding into his lap and rotating as he bottomed out. One of his hands traced down my stomach and gently pinched my clit between the pads of his fingers. At this point, I frantically rocked onto him as his fingers vigorously slipped through my wetness.
“Fuck, Evan, I don’t know if I can hold off…”
“Keep riding me. Fuck me hard. I wanna feel you come,” he groaned into my shoulder. My hips faltered as I started to feel myself falling over the edge, but his strong hands helped me keep up the frantic pace.
“Evan!” I moaned loudly as he pushed me onto him while bucking up from the bed. My orgasm crashed over me, and he groaned into my neck as I felt him pulse inside me.
“Oh...my...fuck,” I panted as I tried to catch my breath.
Evan kissed along my shoulder blades as his palms caressed my breasts while we came down together. “That was fucking hot. Reverse cowgirl is definitely on the list of new positions I approve of. I think your nipples agreed.”
I giggled as I kissed the side of his face and dragged my fingers through his sweaty hair. “You’re wearing me out, stud.”
He chuckled, and the vibrations shook me right along with him. “We can soak in the tub again when we get home.”
I loved how he didn’t even hesitate to call us going back to my condo home. His place...my place...as long as he was there, it was home.
Groaning as I pulled myself up from his lap, I climbed off the bed. My arms and legs—among other things—were sore, but I couldn’t help myself around him. “We should probably clean this place up. I don’t want to get punished and miss out on beating that fine ass of yours.”
“Going straight to spanking, huh?”
“You’ve got a date with a leather paddle later, mister,” I winked as I walked over to Em’s toy chest of drawers and took out a few wet wipes. I cleaned myself up and quickly redressed, throwing Evan his underwear and then walking back over to push him off the edge of the leather bed. “Get your cute little butt dressed and help me clean that whip.”
“You think my butt is cute?” he teased as he shook his underwear-clad ass at me.
“Quit it, you dork,” I laughed, spraying some leather cleaner on a cloth and throwing it at his face. “If you weren’t convinced I liked your butt from what happened, I can’t help you. Playtime is later. We need to be respectful of Em’s space.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I raised my eyebrow at him and smiled. He cleared his throat, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“Mistress,” he whispered, and his head dropped as he gently ran the cleaning cloth over the handle and the tail of the whip he’d used on me.
He would probably benefit from a conversation with Nathan. Evan seemed able to switch between Dominant and submissive with a few words or commands. Maybe we could work that into the storyline somehow.
With all the playtime-induced chemicals streaming through my blood, I already felt the need to write.
Frances—Fanny—had already booted Kallie out, and her story was starting to work through my brain. I needed to remember to bring a notebook to our next session. Evan had distracted me this morning, and I was off my game.
“Where’d you go?” His fingers gently tilting my chin upward startled me.
“Hmm. Oh. I’m starting to get the itch to write again,” I told him absently as I recoiled the rope we’d used.
“I love that you get it.” He pecked my lips, slowly caressing them with his. “Writing is ingrained in us. Once the words start building, keeping them in is hard.”
“You say that now, but on day four of being under the influence of the imaginary people in my brain, you’ll be questioning my sanity.”
“Only then?” he asked, his face completely blank.
Narrowing my eyes, I pinched his nipple. “You know what I mean. When the muse strikes, you get lost in it. I don’t want you to be disappointed if I sit with the laptop on my lap for hours at a time, ignoring you.”
“I’ll be right there with you,” he assured. “Except for the ignoring part. I’ll probably be interspersing writing with thinking about you naked. And wet... And moaning around my…”
“We can be crazy together,” I interrupted, smiling as I looked into his eyes and wrapped my arms around him.
“I like to call it creative,” he smirked.