Page 59 of The Attraction File

Her cheeks turned pink and she sucked on that thick lower lip of hers. “Maybe if you kiss me, Edgar, that might help relax me.”

I agreed wholeheartedly. Kissing was the best medicine for her.

“If you think it will help—” I didn’t even know why I said that. My mouth was already on hers before I finished talking.

I held back letting Evaleen take the lead. After all, this was about her. Though it was hard not to pull and tug and stroke everything I wanted.

After a minute of light kissing, she pulled her head back. “Edgar, are you okay?”

“Yes, of course. Is it too much?”

Her eyes slanted sideways. “Uh, no. No, it’s not that. If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like it’s your duty to bring me to orgasm.”

Her smile was weak. I wondered for a moment if it was me. If I was the problem. No, that’s never been the case when I had been with women.

Then Evaleen reached out her hand and patted me on my shoulder.

My God, it was me.

That was a pat you gave a child when they made you a mud pie while playing outside. It was a you’re sweet pat laced with a hint of pity.

“Did you not like the kiss?” I had to find out.

Her eyes widened but darted around, never landing on my face. “No. It was a good kiss.”

Yeah, the kiss sucked.

“Look, Edgar, maybe we should stick to talking for now. Move on to kissing later, or maybe we don’t have to kiss.” Her hopeful smile caused my chest to constrict.

I did the only thing I could do in this situation, I mouth fucked her. My hand slid behind her neck, cradling but giving enough force to pull her close. At first my lips danced over hers while my tongue skated the edges, daring her to open her mouth.

Evaleen’s lips parted with a moan so light that at first, I thought it was the creak of my bed. But I felt it in her teeth. The vibration as my tongue lapped my way inside.

The key to a good mouth fucking was the tongue. It should act like your dick. First languid strokes but just when she would start to understand the rhythm, pull back and nip at her lips, maybe even her chin.

I did all that.

My eyelids lifted just enough to see she was gone. I thought I would smile, feel as if I’d proven something, but I felt just as lost. Her mouth was swollen and her skin glowed. Evaleen was drunk on what I was giving her, and I had barely started.

If she were any other woman I’d have her naked by now, working my way down her body. But this was Evaleen, and it wasn’t about what I wanted. I wanted to taste her, to feel her wrapped around me. She didn’t necessarily want any of that, or any of that with me.

My fingers itched to slip under her skirt and slide over the lace I had to believe was under that skirt. I bet she wore the skimpiest lingerie. Barely-there lace that held to her skin as if it possessed it.

A growl escaped.

I had never growled before. But I had never been with a woman like Evaleen before either. I was afraid the growl was too much for her. I tried to pull away to assess, but her hand reached around my head and held me.

Even her leg wrapped around my hip pulling me toward her. Her hand slid down my neck to my chest and I knew what she wanted. Evaleen wanted to touch me but my shirt was in the way.

With much regret, I stopped our kiss and pulled back, sitting up to rip my shirt off. Buttons flew everywhere but I didn’t care, I would give her anything she wanted.

When I settled back down, I pushed her onto her back, knocking her knees apart so she could wrap her legs around me. She figured it out quickly.

As my lips found hers it felt like coming home. I was lost in seconds because everything about her felt good. No, that wasn’t it. It felt electric. Addictive. That there was nothing better than being in her arms.

God, I wanted to fuck her.

My hand moved to her breast knowing how much she loved that. My fingers plucked that hard nipple and her body shook. Not just that, but her hips came up and heat rubbed all over my cock.

I was about to lose it so I lifted my head. She opened her eyes, they were glazed and so beautiful.

“Do you still want to stop kissing?” I said.

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