Desperation is not a sexy trait in a man. I'm well aware of that, but I don't care. I'm done with this stupid game; she should be at home, in bed, with me, not in her apartment, sleeping without me.

Instead of being by my side, she spent the whole day with her friends, having brunch, going shopping and doing all that stuff girls do. And then, after all that, she went out for drinks with them. Fine. But instead of calling me to come pick her up to spend the night with me, she went home to her place.

She did call me. She even Facetimed me. But she just wanted to hear my voice and see my face before she went to bed. She actually fell asleep while we were on the phone, which was cute, and I may have taken a ton of screenshots of her gorgeous face before I ended the call.

With a soft click, the lock of the front door to her apartment springs open. I'm weak. I really tried to go to bed alone, to sleep another night without her. But I couldn’t. I slip into the dark entryway as I have done many times before …when I was still chasing her; when she wasn't mine yet.

I drop the key, which she doesn't know I have, on the small table by the door. I had them made after I grew frustrated with picking her lock. I take a look around the dark and silent apartment. The only source of light is the street lights shining through the living room windows, casting a faint glow down the hallway through the open door.

I slip out of my leather shoes, not wanting to risk waking her with the sound of them clicking on the wooden floor, and make my way down the hall to her bedroom. The door is wide open, and the light on her nightstand is still on from when we Facetimed. While her phone is still propped against one of the pillows.

My lips curve into a small smile at the sight of her sound asleep, hugging her blanket, her face relaxed and soft, her breathing even. A faint whistle fills the silence with each breath she takes.

I had only intended to sneak in here, slip into bed, and sleep next to her. But the way the strap of her nightgown hangs off her shoulder, the fabric riding down and exposing part of her beautiful tits, sends a flood of blood between my legs.

Now, I'm on a new mission.

I take off my clothes, obeying her one request: no outside clothes on the bed. Slipping into the bed next to her, I nudge her gently until she rolls onto her back with a silent whimper.

I freeze, afraid I woke her, but her breathing remains steady.

Crawling under the blanket, I gently coax her legs apart enough for me to fit between them. She remains asleep, mumbling in her dreams as she sometimes does. I chuckle at the sight of her naked cunt. She has started sleeping with no underwear on. Something about letting it breathe: I have no idea what she means by that, but it comes in handy for me.

Burying my face between her legs, I suck her clit between my lips and poke it with the tip of my tongue. A soft, throaty whimper escapes her, and she writhes, bucking her hips against my face.

Her breathing picks up, her chest and stomach rising with quick gasps. I open my mouth and flick my tongue over her clit. The taste of her growing arousal spreads across my tongue. God, she tastes so good.

Sucking her clit between my lips again, I nibble on the sensitive nub. Her hips rock against my face again, followed by a soft moan.

Closing my eyes, I savor the taste of her. My teeth scrape against the sensitive bundle of nerves as I release her, only to dive back in. I thrust my tongue between her folds, exploring her exposed flesh until I find the tiny hole and sink the tip of my tongue in, pushing in, as far as I can reach, tickling her clit with the tip of my nose.

Another throaty moan fills the otherwise quiet room, followed by a hand landing on my head and grabbing a handful of my hair. The blanket hiding me is pushed away, and as I open my eyes, I find Evelyn looking down at me with hooded eyes, clouded with sleep and arousal.

Keeping my eyes on her, I open my mouth wide and press closer, thrusting my tongue deeper. "Noah." She moans, no…cries my name, and yanks at my hair.

I ignore the sharp pain on my scalp and maintain the intense eye contact. As I pull my tongue out of her, her hips chase my mouth.

Pressing my tongue flat against her, I lick all the way up until I'm back at her clit. Focusing on the little button. She humps against my face, and I let her. I love it when she rides my face, sits on it, or grinds against it when I lie between her legs. No matter what position, she can ride my face however she wants.

Her moans turn into those beautiful, high-pitched ones she always makes when she is about to come. At this point, she is violently grinding against my face. With both hands, she grips my hair while I continue my assault until her muscles tense and her thighs squeeze shut, muffling any sound by covering my ears. She cries out, and a flush of arousal floods my face.

I remain in my position, loving to be crushed by her thighs. If I could choose my own death, it would be to be strangled by her thighs, suffocated by her cunt.

It takes a good minute or two for her muscles to relax. Her legs fall onto the mattress beside me. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps, and she looks at me with hazy eyes.

"Hey, Baby," I say in a hoarse voice with a big grin.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, each word interrupted by a sharp gasp.

"I wanted to surprise you and spend the night."

"Your surprise was a success." She smiles weakly. Crawling up her body, I press my lips to hers and shove my hard cock between her legs, grinding against her still soaking wet cunt. She moans into the kiss and breaks away but wraps her arms around my shoulders. "Someone's excited." she plants soft kisses against my lips. "You couldn't even go two nights without me?"

I could hardly sleep last night, my frustration of being separated from her kept me awake. "Even one night was like torture," I whisper against her lips, grinding into her again. Her lips fall open in a silent moan.

"And now?"

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't run away from me anymore."