I expect him to question Lolita’s love for me period. But he doesn’t, and for now, I have no energy to give a shit about her so-called love either. Perhaps, we will never speak again. I believe with Evan, I’m strong enough. I rock onto the balls of my feet and kiss his lips. “Your love is life, Tino.”
He laughs. “So you’re gonna start calling me Tino?”
“Occasionally, you’re turning into a bad boy, not the anal cop I met in a disgusting dive bar, not at all. Now, I was going to order you to the tub before it gets cold, but I believe we should cleanse you another way.”
“No, I need your goodness to clean me. Just let out a lot of the water, Reese. Long as it doesn’t touch my stitches I’m good.” Evan pulls his pants down. His cock is molded to his briefs and I gulp. He takes those off, and my mouth fills with liquid lust. Sheesh, him roughing up my body is the antidote for the day, yet the scar traveling over his skin has me hesitant about trying my luck.
Evan gets into the tub first, he sits on the second to the top ledge, the water laps at sturdy legs and thighs, but doesn’t rise any higher. Though I could use an entire body soak, I kneel onto the ground and cleanse him first with a sponge.
“Get in here,” he growls.
I chuckle. There’s room enough but I’m clumsy.
Evan massages his cock as I step a leg over his hips and then plant both feet on either side of him.
“I’m tired, Reese, get to work,” his hazel eyes sparkle a forbidden sin as he nods toward his cock.
“Okay, babe, no heavy lifting for you.”
I bow down near his calves, bend over, and let my tongue dip out to taste the very tip of his strong, curved crown. The most addictive cocaine seems to be infused in my bloodstream as his thickness widens my mouth. My jaw slackens so more of his slick, hard dick can be accommodated.
“Babe, come here, let me see how wet my pussy is.”
“Evan… I don’t think we should…”
“Now,” he commands.
My curvy thigh straddles over his hips, my knees bracing against the bottom of the tub.
“Mmmmm,” I moan. My womanhood sinks down onto Evan as I match his gaze. His eyes twinkle in amusement, he places his big muscular arms behind his head, and the bathtub has become his throne.
I smile, yet roll my eyes at how cocky he is being. While grinding on his shaft, I lean down and kiss his neck. Licking the semi-salty pulsation in Evan’s carotid artery, I imagine our hearts beat in harmony before I even realize I’m doing so.
“Fuckkkkk,” Evan says as I rub against his scar.
“Oh, oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice…” I pout and start to apologize profusely.
“You haven't apologized so much since we met.”
I smile weakly. “But…”
“Keep fucking me, Reese,” he growls. I position myself over his cock again. I shove my hair back with one hand, and grind against his shaft.
“This is what life is made for,” Evan takes a refreshing breath as I gyrate on him. My hips swivel around and his manhood finds solace in the deepest oceans of my walls.
“God, I love you, Evan,” I smile down at him. He reaches up and paws my damp breast. His thumb flicking over the hardened nub as my pussy continues to stroke ever so softly up and down his shaft.
Evan grips my hips; his biceps are large mounds of all muscle as he increases my friction. I begin to pant, squatting over him. My toes crunch beneath my feet and I orgasm. His finger flicks over my clit, my head falls back.
“Don’t fucking stop, Reese,” he orders.
My eyes close, perspiration dotted along my face. Evan slaps my hip and then grips my ass. I get back to work, my ass and hips swiveling as my walls glide over his cock.
His come squirts inside of me, in such a warm, tingling sensation that I start to quiver.
A few minutes later, I lean against my own side of the tub for a moment of rest, my thighs are warm from work. After cleansing him, and cleaning myself as best I can with the water so low, we get out of the bathtub.
I take pleasure in drying Evan’s muscular body with a plush towel. Nurturing him, mending his wounds, loving him has become my everything.
“You crying, Reese?” Evan tips my chin.
“I’m sorry, I’m not really crying.” I rub the back of my hand over tears.
“Babe, don’t cry, you make me want to go out and murder the first guy I see, I’d do anything to know how to take away your tears.”
“But I’m happy, Evan, these are happy tears.” I shake my head, and stop myself from laughing like a lunatic, “Okay, sheesh, no more friggen crying.”
He rubs a hand through my hair, grips the tresses at the nape of my neck and my chin extends upward. His mouth commands over mine, and it’s so hard kissing him for smiling.
We exit the bathroom, and I work the control panel for the electronic blinds. The sun is beaming into the floor to ceiling windows, and we need to rest.
“When I met you, Reese, I told you I wanted people to watch me fuck you,” he says, voice deep and consumed with sex.
My labia quivers. “Evan, you’re hurt, and do not need to exert yourself.”
“I took a few meds, Reese. Open the blinds.”
I press the button. “Okay, Evan, but…”
“But nothing. Stand against the wall, I want those rosy nipples plastered against the window. Not sure yet if I want to come in that beautiful mouth of yours, that soaking wet pussy, or voluptuous ass.”
Evan grips the back of my neck, my mouth opens wide, air condensing
