Page 26 of Written in the Charts

I finished showering and slipped into something a little sexy for the evening. I walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe. The slinky nightie I had on was saying everything I needed to say. Evan was stretched out on the bed watching the football game.

I stretched my arm up the doorframe and poked my rounded hip out, striking a sexy pose.

“Ahem.”

I pushed a loose tendril behind my ear. Evan continued to stare at the television, so I cleared my throat again, this time a little louder. “Ahem.”

He turned his attention away from the television and his eyes bulged. I grinned as he raked his eyes up and down, examining my body. He slowly licked his lips as he returned the grin. Evan turned on his side, completely forgetting about the game he was watching.

“You look as good as you taste,” he said. “Is all of that for me?”

“Of course. Who else would it be for?”

He stroked the side of his face as he contemplated what he wanted to do next. I spun around to give him a full preview of what I was about to give him. I walked over and climbed on the bed beside him. His eyes trailed up my legs and finally found their way to mine. We locked eyes.

“I think you should come up here and see.”

Evan shook his head. “No, we can’t do this. My mother will hear us.”

“I promise I’ll be quiet.”

The charming smile I could never resist found its way to his lips.

“No, you won’t. It’s impossible,” he said playfully. “And you always say that, by the way.”

I pushed myself up so that my back was pinned against the headboard. I spread my legs open just enough to entice him. “What if I pinky swear?” I held up my pinky finger and smirked.

He crawled toward me. As soon as he was close enough, he kissed me with reckless abandon. Our mouths moved hungrily as if we couldn’t get enough of each other. I moaned inside his mouth. Tasting him was everything, always better than the time before.

Evan groaned into my mouth. His hands caressed my thighs, leaving a path of electricity in their wake. I quivered beneath him, wanting to moan loudly, but I remembered I’d promised him I wouldn’t. I situated myself so that he could position himself between my legs. His fingers found my center as he slid the crotch of my panties to the side and inserted them inside me. He stroked them inside me then pulled them out and licked them as he smiled at me devilishly.

“I was hoping I could hold off until we made it back home” —he licked his fingers again— “but now that I’ve tasted your juices, I realize I want more.”

I opened my legs farther to grant him access.

“Evan...” Lust was evident from the way I moaned his name. Egged on by the sound of it, he pulled me closer and pressed his nose into the apex of my thighs. He inhaled my scent like it was the aphrodisiac he needed to keep going. “Ahh,” I moaned. His nose tickled when he rubbed it against the lace material. I sucked in a sharp breath then released it. He slid his tongue between his lips and teased my clit. The combination of his tongue and the wetness it created against the fabric caused me to groan loudly.

Evan’s head jumped up. “See!”

My eyes widened as I covered my mouth. I giggled inside my palm at the fact that I went back on the promise I’d made just a few minutes ago. I mouthedI’m sorry,hoping it would be enough for him to continue.

“I promise I won’t do it again.”

He held his index finger up to his lips and I nodded in agreement. Evan bowed his head again, this time ripping the material of my panties apart with his hand. I gasped as his tongue and the warm air brushed against the bare skin of my pussy.

“Shit,” I whispered.

Before I could say anything else, he went to town on me, twirling and sucking, licking, and laving his tongue around, plunging it as deep inside me as he could. I clawed the sheets and pushed my hips closer to him. I squeezed my eyes when he inserted his finger inside me. If he was trying to keep me from screaming and waking the house up, this wasn’t the way to do it. My toes curled with each stroke of his tongue.

Evan sucked hard and sloppily as he moved his tongue in the shape of a figure-eight. I had a tsunami brewing in my pelvic region that was on the verge of a massive flood.

I felt my legs shake, and I braced myself for what was to come. Evan had a gift. That much I could give him. Tingles ran marathons across my skin. His mouth continued to collide with my pussy lips as he devoured me like the dinner we’d had hours ago.

He caged my legs with his arms and deepened the tongue assault. Once he had me where he wanted, he pulled his mouth away, stood and undressed quickly, and was between my legs without thinking. I bit down on his shoulder as he pressed against me. He teased my slit enticingly before entering with one thrust. I had never felt so overwhelmed with desire in my life.

I relinquished his arm to catch my breath. My eyes fluttered as I attempted to breathe. Staring at him, my heart banged aggressively against my chest. I wrapped my legs around him tightly to trap him inside me. The way his head bent back with unbridled lust urged me to push him deeper inside me.

“Damn, you feel so good, Gypsy,” he admitted breathily. “What are you doing to me?”

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