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out a cry as he bit down on my shoulder. My nails dug into his skin as I came, his name a breath on my lips. He unzipped the side of my sundress and pushed it up, helping me slip it off.
    “You’re stunning,” he whispered as he unhooked my bra, tossed it to the side, and took a nipple in his mouth. He kneaded my breast as he kissed, licked, and bit his way down my body, paying special attention to my hips once he discovered the moan I made when he touched me there.
    He kissed down my stomach to my pussy. He traced my lips with his tongue. In the back of my mind, I was glad we were already lying down because I knew my knees would’ve gone weak the second he parted my folds and ran his tongue over me.
    “Goddamn, you taste good,” he said against me, “will you let me taste more? Hmm, Charlie? Can I eat your pretty cunt?”
    If I hadn’t already been soaked, I definitely would’ve been with those words. Somehow, I knew he was a dirty talker. “Yes. God, yes.” I could hear myself almost begging, but I didn’t care. If he could get me off in just a few minutes with his hands, I could only imagine what he’d be able to do with his mouth. Or, God help me, his cock.
    His tongue touched against my clit and I arched to meet him, hungry for more. He moved a hand to slip his fingers inside me as he gently sucked and licked, his tongue alternately twirling and flicking and sending electric shocks through me. He fucked me with his fingers and mouth, moaning as I tightened around him with my approaching climax. The sound of his voice and the vibration sent me spiraling over the edge.
    My entire body still shuddered when he moved back up and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips as I moved my hands down his chest, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt and shoving it off. I made even quicker work of his belt and the pants he wore. He kicked them to the side, and I was pleased to find he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I took his length into my hands, running my finger over the spongy tip.
    I was torn between wanting to take him into my mouth—which would’ve required repositioning, since he was still on top of me—and being desperate to have him inside me. I stroked him in a slow, steady rhythm and watched his eyes go cloudy. He groaned my name as his fingers dug into my hips.
    I moved my hands to grip either side of his waist and slowly rubbed myself against him, teasing us both and coating his cock with my cream. I scraped my teeth against his shoulder, nipping at his collarbone as I pumped my hips against his. He looked into my eyes as I moved so his dick pressed against my entrance.
    I waited for that first thrust. And I waited. He didn’t move, although I could feel the rest of his body shaking against mine.
    I angled my hips and moved a little so the head of his cock slipped inside me, and then pulled away, giving him the chance to take control. He made a humming growl in his chest as he reached to the floor, where his pants lay. My heart jolted a little in fear he was going to get up and leave, but relaxed as I watched him frantically pull a little foil packet from his pocket, mentally giving myself a smack on the head for being so overcome with lust I nearly forgot a damn condom. He unwrapped our protection and slid it on, then maneuvered himself against me.
    When he didn’t push into me immediately, I looked up and said quietly, my voice hoarse, “I want you, Evan.”
    He thrust inside me and my head fell back against the couch as the rest of my body arched farther against his, straining to be as close to him as possible. He began to move, slowly at first, his eyes locked onto mine.
    Evan’s fingers dug into the side of my hip as he appeared to fight for control, to go slow and make our first—only?—time romantic and sweet. I could feel every ridge of his cock as he moved within me. Saw every straining muscle as he battled his urge to move faster, fuck me harder.
    I angled my hips toward him as