Free Because of Lucy by Lisa Swallow Page B

Evan’s lips. “Okay, go home if you want to, I’ll just go to bed.”
    Eyes fixed on his, I reach my hands behind my back, and unclasp my bra, pushing the unwanted item to one side. I want his mouth on me again, his body covering mine. Every touch, every caress sends intense desire to have him possess me. Let’s see if he wants to leave now...
    Evan exhales my name and suddenly his hands are back on me, heading towards my breasts, and his tongue trailing back up my stomach. His mouth caresses my breast, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth. I dig my nails into his shoulders as the pleasure buzzes into me and I tighten my legs around him. In response, he nudges my knees apart and I push myself against him, feeling how hard he is behind the barrier of his jeans.
    Evan kneels again, and pulls my legs towards the edge of the bed, kissing from my ankle to my thigh. I tense . Holy cra p , I know what he’s about to do. He gently strokes me through my cotton panties before slowly pushing them down. Jolts tear through my body as he teasingly dips a finger inside me. I gasp for air, as his thumb rubs against me too, the sensation overwhelming me. I’m barely coping with the pleasure from his fingers, when his warm breath hovers against me, tongue stroking my clit.
    “Oh my god, Evan!”
    I wriggle in pleasure but he grips my hips, pins me to the bed. Still holding me with one hand, he relentlessly laps at me, moving his fingers inside. My body takes me by surprise, my orgasm sudden and dizzying, and I’m left a tingling mess panting on the bed.
    Evan moves upwards, kissing my belly and breasts with feathery kisses. I grab his hair and pull him towards my mouth. Evan’s breathing is ragged and eyes dark, questioning me. I fumble with his belt buckle and the questioning in his face turns to understanding.
    “We don’t have to do this yet,” he says.
    “I know. But I want to.”
    Evan moves away I lie with my eyes closed, missing the heat of his body on mine and trembling. I don’t think I ever wanted Josh as much as I do Evan right now. I hear rustling as he takes off his jeans, then the rip of a condom wrapper, and push aside the connotations of Evan carrying condoms he has easy access to.
    “Are you sure, Ness?” he whispers, leaning over me a few seconds later.
    “If you don’t stop asking me, I’ll think you don’t want to,” I growl.
    And I don’t believe a simple yes will assure him so I dig my nails into his back, sliding my hands to his backside.
    “Oh god, of course I want to, Ness, you’re amazing,” Evan whispers against my ear as he pushes himself gently into me.
    He looks down at me with a barely controlled need I’ve seen in guys before, then lowers his face to mine. Convinced he’d be one of those guys who pins you down and grunts into the bedclothes, Evan surprises me. He covers my face and any visible skin he can reach with kisses, sending the buzzing sensation through my whole body. Carefully, he moves inside me, holding himself back and I can’t stand it.
    “Evan, please…”
    I dig my hands into his skin, gripping him to me, wanting to consume every part of him as he does me. Evan finally lets go, losing himself in his own pleasure as he thrusts with the urgency I’ve been waiting for.
    Afterwards, Evan wraps his arms around my waist and we spoon on the bed, pulling my sheets over our glowing bodies. The damp heat on his chest cools and Evan’s heart hammers into my back. I trace my fingers along the muscles in his forearms and lean forward to kiss his skin. Being here, held in the aftermath of the best sex I’ve had in a long time, warms me as much as his embrace.
    “I told you,” he says in my ear.
    “What?”
    “Evan fits into Vanessa.”
    I make a mock gasp and turn to hit him playfully. Evan laughs at me and catches my hand before I can make contact with his skin. He laces his fingers through mine.
    “Or maybe the other way round. Because your hand fits in mine, as if it