Page 62 of The Attraction File

TWENTY-FIVE

Edgar

Evaleen’s eyes rolled up into her head, and I wondered if just telling her she was about to come would make her orgasm.

But she hadn’t. Her lips were swollen and on the verge of blooming for me, but not quite yet.

I would have liked to make this last a little longer. But two things had me picking up the pace.

This would be her first orgasm. Unless she was lying, which I didn’t think she was because who would ever make that up? I wanted her to experience total bliss as soon as possible. She had been waiting an awfully long time for it.

I was at my breaking point. I wanted to fuck her. Now that I had tasted her and witnessed how incredibly sexy she was, I wanted to be inside her like I had never wanted to be inside anyone, ever. If this lasted much longer, I was liable to say anything to get inside her. Share things I kept private. Once this was over I planned to clean up in the bathroom. And by clean up, I meant rub one out.

“Yes, Edgar, please.”

I shivered when she begged me. Being with her was different than any sexual play I had done in the past. It was so much better. I think it was better than any sex too. With Evaleen it was wild, savage. As if I couldn’t get enough of her. I tore her shirt and I knew I ripped her bra.

At this point I didn’t care that I ruined her clothes, I could always buy her new ones. That was an idea. Maybe when we got to London I could take her shopping. Have her model clothes for me to buy just so I could rip them off her again.

One step at a time, Edgar.

Right now I had to bring her to orgasm, so I slipped back down and wrapped my lips over her clit. Sucking with a swipe of my tongue every few seconds, Evaleen’s hips were wild. I was afraid she might accidently kick me in the head until I held her down with my arm.

I could only imagine how amazing she would be fucking me. I bet she could easily break beds. Maybe even break me. At least I would die happy.

My hand that held her down slipped up to catch her rigid nipple between my finger and thumb. I twisted and flicked in rhythm with what my lips did to her clit. Evaleen let out a loud moan, her hips going crazy again. I felt her body vibrate on my tongue.

My cock ached and I couldn’t help but rub it against the silky-smooth sheets that covered the firm mattress of my bed as I sucked on Evaleen. She tasted like paradise. Better than anything I could possibly have imagined. Part of me didn’t want this to end. I could lick her all night but my dick would hate me. Punish me.

I gave Evaleen the final touch to bring her there. I slipped two fingers inside her. My hand that I had positioned under her ass, getting my fill of that luscious cheek, slid around to work her.

Evaleen was soaked; so wet that I wondered if two fingers would be enough but when her fingers curled into my hair, I knew it was perfect. I gazed up to find a woman in a state of unraveling. In that moment, everything that caused her pain, caused her stress, the moments that hurt her in her past, slipped into nothingness.

My fingers slid in and out of her, my tongue tickled her clit, and my fingers pulled, leaving Evaleen helpless. Tears streamed down her face as her mouth fell open, letting out a cry of relief.

“Edgar.” Her voice deep, sultry yet yearning.

The years of pent up frustration unraveled from seizing muscles and throaty words.

My movements slowed as I became mesmerized as this woman who I thought was completely untouchable melted from what I could do to her.

Evaleen fell back on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I crawled up her body, kissing her glistening skin along the way.

My cock twitched, reminding me that he needed attention but this wasn’t about him. This was about the woman I had fantasized about for fifteen years. Being this close to her, showing her how I could make her feel. That was my dream come true.

Her eyes fluttered open. Evaleen’s hair was a tangled mess and her lips still held the signs of how we got there. In other words, she had never looked more striking.

“Happy first orgasm day. I don’t think I have cake but—”

“Don’t say you have some pie.”

Typical Evaleen. Even post orgasm she was still a smart-ass.

I smiled. “I do love pie.”

She blushed and turned her head. The sexual rush was wearing off. Was she regretting doing this with me? I hoped not because I wanted to do this again and again. However many times she wanted to do it with me was the exact amount I would too.

“Thank you. You know, for helping me.” Evaleen turned her head back to me but she focused her attention on her fingers grazing through the sparse hairs on my chest.

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