Running Home to You (The Running Series) (35 page)

When I enter the kitchen, I find Evan standing over the stove, heating up something in a saucepan.  I stop at the archway into the kitchen, leaning on the wall.  Having heard my footsteps approach, Evan asks me without turning around, “Are you hungry, baby?”

“Starving,” I growl. 

“Good, I ...” his words trail off as he turns around and spots me, standing there completely naked.  He drops the wooden spoon back into the pot and turns off the burner on the stove, all the while, his focus remaining steadily on me.  “Fuck.”  His voice is deep and his breath is heavy, and I can see his physical response to me already pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

I turn to the side, take a few dramatic steps across the floor, turn again, and walk back towards the bedroom.  I move slowly and deliberately, waiting for Evan to follow behind.  When I hear him turn the corner, I perform my best catwalk, lifting my feet dramatically off the ground with long, elegant strides.  I place one hand on my hip and the other on the doorframe as I step into the bedroom.

Evan is only a few steps behind, madly trying to remove his sneakers as he stumbles down the hallway after me.  When I hear the second shoe hit the floor, I turn to look at him.  I’m afraid of what could happen if he comes at me full force.  We might tear each other apart.  I put out one hand, signaling for him to stop, and he immediately obeys, freezing in his tracks.  He almost growls my name, “Juliette,” making me tingle at the images it invokes: his flesh pressed against mine, our breaths rapid and needy.  Butterflies begin to take flight in my stomach.

In full control of this situation, I tell Evan to remove his shirt for me, “Slowly, so I can watch you.”  When he lifts his shirt, revealing his glorious chest, I watch in delight as the sinewy muscles of his biceps stretch and flex. 

He tosses the shirt to the floor and asks, “Should I keep going?”

“Wait,” I demand.  I sit on the edge of the bed and cross my legs, dangling one stilettoed foot in front of me.  “Turn around and take off your pants.  Just your pants.”

When Evan turns, the vision of his broad shoulders have me instantly wet and needy.  When he slips out of his jeans, he turns and faces me, wearing nothing but his gray boxer briefs, stretched beyond its capacity by the fullness of his erection pressing to be free.

I lean back a little, uncross my legs, and cross them again, flashing Evan a look at what awaits for him.  “Fuck,” he groans again, his voice sexy as hell.

“That’s the plan,” I whisper.  “Now, take the rest of it off.”

Evan does as instructed as I rise up from the bed.  My eyes grow wide at the sight of him standing there, big and hard, completely turned on.  We stand there, completely bare and exposed to one another, yet neither one of us moves.  I am transfixed by the vision of him, his perfect skin tanned and toned, his muscles ripped and chiseled, his body a virile work of art.  I sweep my hair off to the side, showing off the exquisite diamond earrings.  His eyes grow wide and I can see his patience waning.

“Playtime is over Juliette,” he growls as he walks towards me.  I feel my skin quiver, sensing him before he actually touches me.  Then he reaches for me, moving slowly and cautiously, delaying the moment when our bare skin would touch.  He places his hands on my hips and turns me away from him, placing one hand over my stomach, and gently pulling me against him, sending a sudden rush of sensations coursing wildly through my body. 

I gasp and shudder beneath his touch, feeling his erection pressing hard against my ass.  His other hand begins to move from my hip towards my belly, then lower, finding the fleshy folds of my sex.  As he slips one finger inside, I close my eyes and toss my head back.  Instinctively, my hands travel up my body and find the tight firm peaks of my breast.  As Evan hungrily nibbles on my neck, I roll each nipple, applying just the right amount of pressure.  Slowly, he eases a second finger inside, and my knees get weak.  I need to feel him inside me, possessing me, knowing for certain that he is mine. 

With his free hand, he sweeps my hair to the side, opening up my neck for him.  He nuzzles my neck and groans, “I love you so much, Juliette.” 

I twist from his grip, turn and face him, my six-inch heels bringing me much closer to his lips.  He bends down, grabs a hold of me and lifts me up, sealing his lips to mine.  His kisses grow more and more demanding, greedy, and devouring, speaking not a word, but saying so much.

Evan takes a few steps towards the bed and places me down slowly as he settles himself atop me.  His mouth feels warm and soft on my breasts, licking and sucking madly.  I grab a hold of his head, grasping locks of his hair to pull and twist, while pressing him tightly against me.  “I’ve missed you so much,” I confess, tightly closing my eyes to enjoy every movement of his ravaging tongue. 

Evan crawls up my body, nibbling, biting, and sucking his way up my shoulder to my neck.  My eyes are closed as I descend into the pure pleasure of his tongue and lips on my flesh.  He moves my hair so it’s spread out across the pillow.  “You are so beautiful,” he hisses in my ear.  The pressure of his body lying against mine is heavenly.  His erection presses against me, and each slight movement of his hips has me throbbing and aching.

I press my fingers into his flesh, starting at the top of his perfectly formed ass, and slowly rake my nails up his back, stopping at his shoulders.  He arches his back into my rough caress, raising his head and releasing an erotic groan of painful satisfaction.  The vision of his abandon has my core on fire, burning for him.  I thrust my fingers in his hair again and hold him tightly against me as I shift my hips in a desperate attempt to coax him inside me.

I am raw with emotions rushing to the surface with overwhelming force.  It starts as pure joy and pleasure from the feeling of Evan’s warm body lying against mine.  But soon, those emotions fade as fear, pain, and anger take their place.  There is a part of me that longs to give some of that pain back to him, in whatever form I can.  I want to punish him and make him suffer as I did. 

“Don’t stop,” he begs, his eyes smoldering, as he hisses from the pain mixed with pleasure.  As Evan tenses under my touch, I nuzzle into his neck, sucking and biting my way down to his glorious chest.  When he releases a moan, I bite and suck even harder, covering every inch of him I can reach with my mouth.

Looking up into his eyes, I see my pain reflected in his eyes.  The desire to make him suffer is immediately gone, replaced by a deep hunger.  I run my hands up and down his muscular frame as I free my legs from beneath him, wrapping them around him and holding him close.  “I need you,” I moan, barely above a whisper.

Evan rises up and sits back on his ankles, his knees resting between my legs, opening me up to him.  I look up at this beautiful man, and everything within me throbs and pulses with need.  His beautifully tanned skin glows as the moon shines through the window onto the bed.  The gloriously defined muscles of his rock hard body are a vision to behold.  His powerful arms a testament to the male form.  And I know that no one will ever know the joy that I feel right now.

I slip out from beneath Evan’s powerful hold and move towards him, desperate with need and want.  I grab a hold of his still rock hard erection and slide my hand up and down his thickness.  I run my thumb across the bead of creamy liquid that escapes from the tip and spread it across his crest.  I watch as his eyes glaze over and he fists the sheets in his hand, fighting against his body’s response to my touch.

When I slow, he releases his vice-like grip and exhales, his chest still heaving from the struggle.  He reaches for me and slides first one, then two fingers inside me.  He curls his fingers and runs his thumb across my clit, driving me wild.  I lift up off the bed and grind my hips into his hand as he expertly twists and turns, applying just the right amount of pressure and gentle touch.  My entire body tenses as he cups my sex and plunges in and out of me. 

As he drives me higher and higher, I pump him harder, each of us drawing the other closer to the edge.  Watching him shudder from just the touch of my hand is such a heady feeling.  This magnificently muscled creature is literally trembling in my hands.

Evan pushes his torso towards me, sealing his lips onto mine, slowing, but not stopping his carnal caresses.  His tongue demands entry into my mouth and I open gladly for him.  He takes my mouth hungrily, both of us desperate to satisfy our lust and thirst for the other. 

More pearly liquid forms on his tip and as I spread the silky fluid across him, he tenses and grunts, “Stop.”

In one swift motion, he grabs me by the hips and lifts me up.  As he lowers me onto his pulsing erection, I wince from the shock of his possession.  “Take me,” he demands. I groan loudly into him, gripping his shoulders as he thrusts deeper inside me.  “You own me,” he grunts, lying back on the bed, and giving over total control to me.  It’s intoxicating.

I grab hold of his shoulders and slowly I lift my hips up high enough so he nearly spills out of me.  I shift around, allowing his tip to rub against my entrance, drenching me with desire. With one hard thrust, I am full again.  My body adjusts to accept him as I grind my pelvis, trying desperately to feel every inch of him down to the root.  “Ride me,” he utters, straining for breath.  I bring my hips up slowly, emptying and filling myself over and over again, building to a rhythm.  My thighs clench tightly with each thrust, completely focused on the euphoric climbing and building. 

Each time I bear down and allow him to fill me completely, his muscles tense and his breath hitches in his chest.  The glistening sweat on his chest shows his heartbeat fluttering madly and I am lost in him, reveling in his possession, in our connection.  His body is so powerful, yet weak beneath my touch.  It’s nearly too much to bear and I unravel around him, explosions of impulses radiating outwards until I am trembling from head to toe.  My core clenches violently as a searing rush of pleasure, overwhelming in its intensity, grabs hold of me, my entire body now convulsing in tremors.  When the waves begin to slow, I collapse on top of him, breathless, and coated in sweat.

Shattered and unable to move, Evan lifts me gently and deposits me back on the bed.  Softly, he places his hands on my legs and spreads me open for him.  Unable to stop him, I am helpless as he brings his soft lips to my sex.  His fingers dig into my thighs as his tongue and lips invade me.  He slides his tongue up and down, stopping and starting again and again.  His groans vibrate against my swollen flesh, inciting my body to respond intensely.  When he begins to flick with his tongue, my body spasms uncontrollably, but Evan does not retreat.  My brain is flooded with sensation as wave after wave burst through the gates.  He speaks, but my pleasure-saturated brain cannot decipher meaning.  I am boneless, mindless, and numb, torn apart, and put back together again.

I lie there limp, utterly sated, and delighting in the aftershocks of my second orgasm.  As the clouds part, I feel him pushing slowly into my swollen heat.  Evan pauses briefly, looking deep into my eyes, before surging fully, and burying himself deeply into me, pushing first deep and then shallow.  I can feel the dampness between us and hear the sounds our bodies make as he sinks into me over and over. 

Still craving that closeness, I lift my knees and rest my feet on the edge of the bed, allowing him to fill me nearly beyond my limits.  His stormy eyes fix on me, mirroring my emotions perfectly.  With his feet planted firmly on the ground, he grabs hold of my legs and thrusts with renewed power.  He plunges deep.  He plunges hard.  “Oh, my God!” I call out.  He’s buried so deep inside me, I don’t know how much more I can take.  I feel nothing but his pulsating hardness as he drives it through my slick wetness. 

Flutters once again take flight in my belly.  I watch Evan as he grinds into me, chasing his own orgasm.  His eyes are glazed and his face is strained with effort.  He becomes a man on a mission as he builds to a crescendo, pushing into me faster and harder than I thought possible.  Without warning, I feel his entire body go rigid as he steadies himself while his body spasms and jerks, gushing deep inside me.  The vision of him coming undone before me brings on yet another orgasm, searing with so much intensity, it blurs the lines between pleasure and pain. 

Evan collapses on top of me as my body comes down from my latest earth shattering orgasm.  Our bond remains unbroken, and I can feel him throb and pulse deep inside me as he struggles to calm his breathing.  Our bodies shimmer with sweat, our faces red from exertion, and our chests heaving to find air.  He opens his eyes, and they are glowing warmly with satisfaction. 

“Juliette,” he whispers, rolling us on our side and wrapping his arms around me.  He crushes me into him, as if I were the most precious gift he had ever received.  I know how he feels. 

We lay there for the longest time, holding each other, basking in the afterglow of our sex.  He kisses me softly and sweetly, mollifying my tattered emotions.  “Wow,” I utter, my strained voice barely above a whisper.

Evan sweeps the hair from my damp brow, running his fingertip across my cheek and landing on the sensitive flesh of my earlobe, where his gift to me dangles.  “Thank you,” he breathes.  “You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured you, standing there, wearing nothing but these.”  He gives a little wiggle of his hips, and I can feel him hardening again.  “But the real thing was beyond anything I ever imagined.”

He rolls over onto his back, taking me with him, and when I look down at his beautiful chest, I am shocked by what I see.  Evan looks down at his flesh and smirks at me, “You’ve marked me, Juliette.”  His chest is pockmarked by bruises and bite marks – hickeys.  There are no less than six or seven all over him, from his naval to his shoulders. 

“I am so sorry.  I have no idea how that happened.”

“I think we both know that’s not true,” he teases.

I slide gradually from him, biting my lip at the feel of him slipping wetly out of me. The friction is enough to make me want more.  He’s nearly ready to go again, right now.  I have no idea how that’s even humanly possible.  Tip-toeing into the bathroom, I clean myself up and emerge wearing nothing but a small towel.  “Come on, lazy bones, let’s go.”