Page 115 of Tell Me Why
“Thank you for Lucy,” I whisper. “You’re going to be a great dad.”
He touches his lips to mine. “We’re in this together.”
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She tastes like heaven, andfuck,but I have to be inside her. I just can’t get enough of this girl. She’s the drug that keeps my heart beating.
Our lips still connected, I pick her up and carry her over to the blanket I’d laid out earlier. Lucy trots behind us and lies down a few feet away, tired out from chasing the ball.
“Christian–” Eve laughs as I kiss my way down her stomach, unbuttoning her shorts. “We’re out in the open. Anyone could come down here and see us.”
“Let them watch,” I growl, yanking her shorts down her thick thighs and tossing them aside. My cock is rock-hard, pulsing like a second heartbeat as I place my hand on her knee, and spread her open.
Fuck.
I can already smell her—that sweet, musky scent that feeds the animal inside me. Like a junkie hungry for that next hit, my hands tremble as I pull the crotch of her panties aside.
Her pussy is pink and juicy, like a peach, her clit already swollen. On my knees, I lower my head and taste it, dragging my tongue over the little bundle of nerves. I’m rewarded with a sharp hiss. She arches her back and threads her fingers through my hair, her blunt fingernails scraping my scalp.
“Oh,” she says on a breath.
My hands move to her hips, and I tug her closer to my face. Her hips roll as I torment her with my tongue, swirling around her clit, then pushing inside her tight channel.
Fuck,I could spend my whole life like this—my tongue buried inside Eve, worshiping her pussy. I’ve never been religious, never known what it means to worship something—or someone—bigger than myself. Until now. Until Eve. Being inside her is the closest thing to divine bliss I’ve ever felt.
“Oh, oh,” she breathes again, her heels digging into the sand under the blanket. “God, Christian. I’m going to come.”
My balls are tight, ready to fucking burst.
Fuck, I need her come on my cock. I need it more than my next fucking breath.
Pull away abruptly, I kiss my way up her stomach. She uses her toes to pull my swim trunks down. My swollen cock springs free of the waistband, only an inch away from her hot, welcoming pussy.
“Tell me you love me,” I whisper against her skin, the taste of her still on my tongue, driving me into a frenzy. The world around me blurs and narrows until all I can see isher.Eve. The girl who snatched my goddamn soul. “Say it.”
“I love you, Christian,” she pants, her hips rolling, nails carving up my skin. “Fuck, I love you.”
My throat tightens.
I should tease her, deny her. Make her beg. But I can’t. I’m too weak. The truth is, I’m a fucking slave to girl. She anchors me in ways I can’t explain, her love wrapping around me like a lifeline, pulling me from the darkness.
My lungs tighten as I hold her panties aside and slide my cock into her tight heat. We both groan as I push in, balls deep. Holy fuck. Her channel chokes my cock.
As I thrust, I barely pull back, instead pushing in as deep as I can, driven by the dizzying sensation of her body wrapped around mine. Her head is tilted back, lips parted, dark eyelashes fluttering, and I can’t help myself, I dip my head and capture her mouth, my tongue thrusting in time with my cock.
Fuck.I’m already on the brink of coming.
“Oh, God,” she breathes, her hips rocking against me.
We climax at the same time, our bodies, our tongues, our souls entangled, as we ride out the intense wave of rapture that rocks us both. It’s so intense, my toes curl, and my eyes roll back in my head as I roll my hips and fill her with my cum. She chokes out a strangled moan as her channel squeezes my cock, sucking me in, fucking milking me dry.
My phone rings.
Fuuuck.
Riding out the last few seconds of bliss, I wait until she goes limp before I reluctantly pull out of her and tug my swim trunks back up. Then I roll over and grab my phone, answering it quickly. “What?” I bark, pissed that my blissful little bubble with Eve has been popped.
“We need you upstairs.”
