Page 23 of Eves (Carson Brothers)

I hadn't forgotten just how much I loved him talking dirty to me. It drove me mad, and not even knowing what to do, I rode Kit harder and enjoyed every second of seeing his face as I did.

I was like a crazed woman, claiming what I wanted and it was totally not like me. Somehow, I felt more confident than ever, despite feeling huge and paranoid due to my weight gain. Here with Kit, and under his touch, I felt sexy and empowered by his words. Watching his eyes on me and the way his head lay back as his grip tightened onto my hips made my insides tighten with anticipation. A pulse was heightening inside of me and with each bounce, it grew in size as Kit reached deep inside my core. After everything that had happened, so much relief came from this. Makeup sex is the best, so they say and judging by our current session, I definitely agreed.

I wasn't quite prepared for how bloody amazing it would feel when I eventually climaxed.

Being in that position meant Kit's dick had an advantage. It reached so deep within me that as I moved it just kept on taunting my insides, bringing laps and laps of pleasure over my body as I let my head fall back. My hands gripped onto Kit's shoulders even tighter and I listened to his moans as he too climaxed. Closing my eyes I listened to his masculine groan as he held me close. When he'd come down from his high, he moved me from his chest where I'd found my comfort.

"That was bloody incredible," he breathed.

I smiled and brought my forehead to his before resting my head against his shoulder.

He held me there, holding me within his safety blanket. I closed my eyes, savoring in the comfort until I eventually shifted from his lap and got up to head to the toilet.

It wasn't until then that I realised.

"Shit. We just had sex on my grandparent's couch."

It made him smile, "Yeah, we should probably run a wipe over it."

I nodded. We really had just got so lost in the moment, we didn't even make it upstairs to my bedroom. In the toilet, once I'd cleaned myself, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was crazy and wild and I stood naked staring at myself. The mirror was only small but I could already see a change in myself. I could see my growing stomach and my nipples looked different. Another pregnancy change I'd come to notice. Thinking about what me and Kit had just done made me feel foolish. I'd been so caught up in my desire that everything that had happened recently had totally slipped my mind. Which was gonna make me sound mental, telling Kit that I still needed space. Despite knowing everything about why Kit had been kissing another girl, it didn't instantly wipe away all of the feelings or the hurt that had surrounded it. I pulled on my knickers and sighed, feeling stressed.

"Eves?" a knock at the door brought my hands to cover my bare chest, and I didn't know why. We'd just had hot sex with me fully naked and exposed on top of him.

It was silly for me to feel the need to cover myself up now. But as Kit opened the door and drank me up with his eyes, I felt really paranoid. He was dressed in just his boxers and managed to squeeze into the small room with me so he could slide himself in behind me. Lowering his head, he kissed my shoulder before looking at me in the mirror. Then he brought his hand around to the front of my stomach and continued to look back at me in the mirror, his eyes full of love. I could feel it in his fingertips as he placed them along my stomach and held it protectively.

"I missed you," he said.

We hadn't been apart for very long at all, but I understood because I had missed him so much too.

"I need to get dressed."

Being partially naked in his company added to the already fucked up situation we were currently in. I'd given Kit completely the wrong idea. I needed time, and I was gonna have to break this moment and tell him.

"Not yet," Kit answered and before I could question him he took my hand and led me to the stairs, leaving the rest of my clothes on the floor.

Kit had seen my room before, but we'd never spent time here. In fact, I avoided it at all cost. My room was a lot more than a room to me, it held so much emotion and memories that bringing Kit here felt weird. It had been the place I'd wept over my parents, the place I'd felt isolated and confined to a black hole. It had also been my safety zone and my solace. Bringing Kit into it felt strange and different until he took me to my bed and pulled back the duvet. I frowned at him and watched as he sat down.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he sat down on the bed and pulled me towards him.

"I want a cuddle," was not what I was expecting him to say. I placed my hands onto his bare chest, not wanting to straddle him.

I looked around for some coverage and found my hoodie on the back of my bedroom door. I pulled it on before facing back to him. Kit was eyeing my body and drinking me up like a tall glass of water.

"We need to talk," I said, trying to get his attention.

It did, and his face turned serious.

"You expect to talk whilst you're dressed like that?" he asked, moving his eyes down to my bare legs.

"Yes," I answered more sternly.

I took a deep breath before starting.

"I know we just had sex but—"

"You're gonna tell me how you need space." Kit sighed as if this was all a headache for him. It pissed me off.

"I'm sorry my needs are stressing for you," I narrowed my eyes at him bitterly. "Perhaps you should just leave."

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