Page 24 of Written in the Charts

She clung to me for a moment, the cold November air rushing into her apartment. I used my foot to kick it shut and then backed her toward the couch. “I’m so sorry, Evan. I never meant to hurt you.”

I glanced down at the sofa, covered in books and notebooks, and decided that we should go to her bedroom. Not only was there more space to get comfortable and really talk, but I really wanted her. I missed that connection and my body craved her.

I took her hand, wandering down the hallway, and pushed her bedroom door open. She uttered a slight protest, but I kicked off my shoes and turned down the bed, climbing up to the headboard and sitting down. I patted the spot beside me, desiring for the moment only to talk, and she sat down.

Leaning over, her lips brushed against my cheek. “I’m sorry.”

When her hand trailed up my thigh, I sucked in a quick breath. I couldn’t deny how good it felt to feel her touch again. But when her fingers slid inside my pants, I rested my head against the headboard. Her hand found what it was searching for and we both released audible sounds of approval.

Gypsy caressed the cotton fabric of my boxers and I almost came right then and there. There was something about the combination of her touch and the soft material against my raw skin that weakened me.

“Gypsy,” I breathed, resisting the urge to yell her name.

Her hand was moving up and down, then in a circular motion, mildly teasing me.

“Are you still upset with me?”

The heated air from her lips danced across my skin. My legs spread a little farther apart. “No,” I answered breathily.

Her massaging picked up speed.

“Are you sure?” she inquired further.

I nodded, unable to speak from trying to concentrate on the pleasure her fingers were bringing me. I placed the phone in my hand down on the nightstand so I could grab hold of the sheets.

“I’m sure,” I struggled to say.

She had me on fire, and the moment her hand moved up and down into my boxers, a moan escaped my lips. Gypsy wrapped her hand around my erection and started to stroke me up and down. She glanced at me and smirked. “I can tell,” she said.

I released a breath to ease some of the pressure I felt mounting.

“You want me to make you come, don’t you?”

I wanted to respond, but her strokes left me unable to speak and forced my eyelids closed as I leaned my head back. I sank further into the pleasure I was feeling. She was toying with me.

“Answer me,” she demanded fiercely. “You want me to make you come just as much as I want you to make me come.”

She scooted closer to me.

“I can’t wait to sit right here” —she swiped her thumb across the tip of my erection, periodically running her finger over the thick vein I felt protruding— “so I can have you at my mercy.”

I was already at her mercy, and if she kept this up, I’d be under her control. She bit down on her lip, and it took everything in me not to come right away. I rubbed my hand over my face to steady my breathing. I peeked over at her.

“Show me, then.”

She grinned as she sat up and started removing her clothing. And just like that, my body was on fire. I watched her striptease and became even more aroused as each item of clothing made its way to the floor. I felt my bulge tighten against the cotton. Within minutes, she was completely naked, crawling toward me.

“Is that for me?” I asked.

She nodded as she tugged at my joggers and started inching them down over my hips. I lay still as she undressed me. Until now, I never realized how being undressed turned me on. I lifted so she could remove my boxers. My erection sprang up and she smiled proudly. She tossed my clothing to the floor where hers was then crawled closer toward me and straddled me.

Before I could utter a word, her mouth crashed into mine. Her soft lips against mine freed me from any anger I felt from before. The electricity sparked between us and things exploded quickly. I moved my hands up and down her back as she gyrated her body on top of mine. Her kiss was explosive and all-consuming. Gypsy eased her hand beneath her and slid my erection inside her.

“Ahh,” she gasped as I filled her.

She paused to take it all in as she exhaled euphoric breaths before she started slowly undulating her body like a belly dancer. I held onto her hips and allowed her to take full control of this moment. There was something about the way she moved her body when I was inside her that had me on the verge of insanity. Times like this reminded me why I could never be mad at her for long.

The want and need etched into her alluring features convinced me that she was just as far gone as I was. I massaged her ass and pushed her farther down onto me. If this was what she wanted, I was happy to oblige.

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