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Then she took him back into her mouth, paying careful attention to every sound, every breath, every movement of his body while she pleasured him–she hoped–as thoroughly as he had pleasured her.

“I want to be inside of you,” he said at last, panting. He looked down at her with a fire in his eyes that made her cunt even wetter than it already was. His long, beautifulfingers slid into her hair, massaging her scalp, making her eyes roll for just a moment.

Evie slowly, carefully, pulled his cock from her mouth and continued to stroke it rhythmically as she spoke. “Ask me nicely.”

“Please,” he said. “Please. May I be inside of you?” Though it would have frankly disgusted her to have any other grown man begging her this way for her cunt, she found it outrageously sexy when he did it. There was a sparkle of guile, of mischief in his eyes when he did. His innate paradoxical nature of being both submissive and horribly stubborn was charming.

“I don’t know,” Evie said skeptically, looking long and hard at his shoulder sling. “You’re injured.”

“I’ll lie still,” he said, demonstrating by going totally limp.

Evie laughed.

“I’ll be a most excellent patient,” he went on with that twinkle in his eye. “I will be most well behaved.”

Then he reached down and drew her up toward him until their lips were almost touching, though she didn’t relinquish his cock.

“If I don’t fuck you, I’m going to die,” he murmured in a deeper voice that went straight to her cunt and made her bite her lips to keep from shivering. “I’m going to succumb to my injuries and die.”

“We can’t have that,” she whispered back and opened her mouth slightly. He opened his too and brushed his lips against hers gently. Nudging her mouth with his. Then slowly, he tasted her tongue with his. He ran his goodhand through her hair and then made a fist, gently but firmly gripping the hair at the back of her head.

“It would be a tragedy,” he whispered, breath hitching as she squeezed his cock. “Terminal.”

“Can’t have that at all.” Smiling, she disengaged from him and rolled over onto her back so that she could pull her drawers down.

“And the dress,” Lindsay ordered, pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows in a way that made her giggle.

She huffed. “Alright.” Then she pulled her dress off, leaving her in her camisole and nothing else. The look on Lindsay’s face was almost enough to make her come, the way his eyes were lidded and his face full of radiant, gorgeous desire. His fingers traced her stomach, her hip, her thigh. Then they traveled back up and hooked under her camisole.

“This too,” he said.

“My, you’re a fussy and demanding patient,” she said and fought to keep her smile from taking over her face. She sat up slowly and slipped it over her head, freeing her breasts, rendering her body completely nude.

“Oh my god,” he said like a worshipful pilgrim. Much to her delight and horror, he leaned forward onto his elbow and placed a kiss between her breasts.

“Lindsay!” she said. “Your shoulder!”

“Shh,” he murmured, tracing a path with his lips to her right nipple. He rested on his good elbow, leaning into it as his clever, wicked mouth closed around her nipple, drawing on it until she was shuddering with pleasure thatshe could feel all the way down to her toes. She ran her fingers through his hair, pausing to grip it in a way that made him moan with approval. He alternated between sucking on her nipple and lapping at it with his tongue, moaning from the sheer pleasure of it as he took tastes of her body.

His mouth traveled to her other breast and gave it the same deliberate, efficient attention that had her choking on her moans to keep the other people in the house from hearing them.

His mouth started to move lower, tasting the flesh of her ribs, then her stomach. When she realized what he was doing, she slipped her fingers into his hair and gripped it like he’d done to her and gently pulled his face away from her.

His expression crumbled into a pout.

“No,” she said, firmly. “Lay back.”

His pout was replaced by a look of wicked eagerness and he did what he was told, slumping back against the pillows, eyes consuming every inch of her naked body.

He was gorgeous. In spite of the injury, he radiated virility and fire. The way his freckled, angular cheeks flushed made her want to kiss them.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured as she slowly shifted so that she was straddling again. She slipped her hand behind his beautiful neck and inclined her head so that their lips were almost touching.

“You did,” she whispered, smiling against his lips.

“No,” he sighed in frustration, slipping his hand over her hip until he could gather a handful of her ass and squeeze. “Your cunt, I want to taste your cunt.”

“No.” She wagged her finger at him. “You’re going to be a good boy and stay still while I fuck you.”

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