Page 15 of Written in the Charts

He followed me up the flight of steps and down the hall before answering. “I’m sorry, babe. I could help you study more next time. One bad test won’t knock you out. We’ll get the next one.”

I pushed my key into the lock and turned it, feeling like yesterday’s leftovers. I knew Evan was only trying to help me, but it wasn’t working. I let us into the apartment and he shut the door. My sullen mood probably brought him down. I wasn’t really up for company, either, but I tried to be hospitable.

“Want something to drink?” I set the box of chocolates on the kitchen table and quickly put the flowers in a vase with water. Evan opted for a beer, and I got a bottle of wine and a glass, and we retired to the couch where we discussed the poor test grade then found ourselves lost in a movie.

The movie ended and we sat in silence for what seemed like forever. The drinks we had consumed had taken over about an hour ago, along with his cologne. Evan looked as good as he smelled, and there was something about how he sat on my couch that made me want to pounce on him. He’d periodically grazed my exposed skin throughout the movie, and I tried my best to contain myself.

I reached for the wine glass. There wasn’t much left inside it, but I was suddenly parched. I swallowed the last few drops and placed the glass back down, then picked up the remote to turn on some music. I needed something to cut through the silence. I scrolled until I found one of the playlists I’d made on YouTube. The music echoed through the speakers I had hooked up to the TV.

The wine coursed through me as I glanced over at Evan. He looked good enough to eat. I licked my lips. I wanted to know what he tasted like, curious about how he felt, what he would feel like inside me. He turned to face me.

“What?” he said softly.

His lips moved in slow motion.

“What?” he repeated.

“I want you.”

His eyebrow raised inquisitively, then it shifted to desire. The sexy grin his lips formed tugged at my pussy. My eyes roamed over his entire frame, examining him from top to bottom.

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” he asked.

I outlined my lips with my tongue, grinning at his provocative challenge. Now I was compelled to act on these desires I had for him. I stood up and situated myself over his legs. I put both of my knees on either side of him and sat down in his lap and gripped the back of the couch. I gyrated against the bulge in his pants. His eyes formed a layer of arousal as he stared at me, silently panting.

I leaned against his chest and moved my face closer to his. I teased his lips with mine, randomly caressing his lower lip with the tip of my tongue. I closed my eyes and let the music flow through me as I undulated my body with the rhythm. He put his hands on my hips. I wasn’t sure if it was the way he was gripping my hips or if it was the alcohol suddenly hitting me, but I started grinding on him for real.

His erection pressed against my pussy. I throbbed on top of his zipper. My movements became less about dancing to the beat rather than teasing him. He stoked the fire that was simmering inside me when he started moving with me. His scent wafted up my nose when I glided my tongue from the front of his neck to his ear.

He reached beneath my skirt and slid my panties to the side and eased his finger inside me. I jerked slightly then bit down on my lip. The moan that tried to escape got trapped inside my mouth as I swallowed the moisture that had built up. I sucked in a sharp breath and stared into his eyes. The lust that filled them was contagious and summoned me. Evan’s hands departed from my hips. He ran his hand up and down my back beneath my shirt. My soft skin felt good against his coarse palms. The roughness of them ignited my skin’s sensitivity.

I lifted my hips so he could insert his fingers farther inside me and continued to rock my hips against his fingers. I rotated and undulated my body like a snake. His mouth covered mine, and then he dove in, moving with precision and familiarity. The kiss was a damn good one. Spectacular. The way his tongue dangerously roamed around my mouth like he owned it took me by surprise. I wanted more.

Evan moved my shirt up farther, and I raised my hands so he could remove it. My hardened nipples stared at him. He licked his lips like he was pleased. Something about how he did it turned me on even further. My heartrate was erratic, the one in my chest and the pulse throbbing between my legs. He strummed my clit like strings on a violin. His fingers crept up my back, and he unsnapped the barely-there bra I had on. He popped it off and flung it to the side. I gripped his T-shirt and pulled him closer to me, pressing my breasts into his chest. He pulled his finger out and gripped my buttocks. His bulge had gotten even harder—bigger. The small move deepened the erotic kiss we were already wrapped up in. His mouth overtook mine with a subtle force that consumed me. Adrenaline combined with endorphins flooded my system, and the heat in my lower region rose.

His hard cock summoned me. He pressed against me, letting me know I wasn’t alone in this yearning. I was unraveling by the minute. I wrapped my arms around him and allowed myself to fall further into him, his touch, this abyss I was sinking into. I lifted, and he reached beneath me to unzip his pants. I held myself in the air as he pulled his pants over his hips and freed himself. I glanced down to see the massive cock that stared back at me.

“Put it inside me,” I whispered in his ear.

The corner of his lips turned upward as he gripped himself with his palm. He brushed it against my outer lips as he commandeered my mouth with his once again. We breathed each other’s oxygen as he entered me. I groaned inside his mouth as he stretched me to full capacity. I broke the kiss and exhaled loudly. My chest rose and fell. My nipples were so hard they were tingling.

“You have no idea how many times tonight I’ve thought about kissing you,” he confessed as I rocked my hips on him.

“Oh, yeah?”

He kissed the small space between my earlobe and collarbone. “Yes. I’ve dreamt about running my tongue over every part of your body,” he admitted so erotically that the tiny hairs on my arms sprang up. He pushed me farther down on him as he thrust deeper inside me. “Day in and day out, I think about how good it feels inside you. Oh, God.” He bent his head back and moaned. “It’s everything I could’ve imagined.”

I started bouncing up and down on him. He squeezed his eyelids tightly as he submitted to the pleasure we both felt. He had me panting. I was fighting for air. He was driving me crazy.

My body started convulsing as I gave in to the inevitable ending we both were in search of. “Ahh,” I yelled as I clawed his shoulders. I was fighting it because I wanted more. I wasn’t ready for it to end. Not yet. He had far exceeded my expectations, and my gluttony had consumed me. The curve in my back deepened as I shook violently, uncontrollably against him, leaving remnants of my pleasure all over his lap.

I curled up next to him when we finished and he wrapped his arms around me. “So, I have a bit of bad news.” He kissed my temple, and I looked up at him.

“How bad?” I grimaced, wondering what was going on. I hoped he wasn’t getting deployed, not after we’d just been reunited.

“So I was stupid and got an on-base speeding ticket. I have to park off base for two weeks. My car isn’t allowed to be anywhere on the base.” He scrunched his nose as he talked and I chuckled.

“So you have a lot more walking to do?”

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