“It’s over now, Evan.” She didn’t want him to relive any of those memories again. “You’re strong and gorgeous.” Randi cupped his tight ass and brought her mouth to some of the faint lines at his lower back.
“Don’t!” Evan protested, turning around and glaring down at her. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”
“I don’t,” she told him honestly, looking up into his intense glare. “I just . . . care.” Evan would hate pity from anyone, which was probably why he’d never shared his past.
The expression on his face softened slightly. “Okay, then,” he finally answered, sounding somewhat perplexed.
She brought her mouth to his ripped abs, using her tongue to trace the delineated muscles there.
The taut flesh of his stomach became impossibly harder as it flexed under her touch. Leaning back, she traced the sexy, dark, happy trail that led to one enormously rigid cock.
It’s time.
This was a moment she couldn’t let pass to put to rest some of the ghosts of her past, and show Evan that he was the most desirable man she’d ever met.
Slowly, she opened her mouth, flicking the bead of moisture off the mushroomed head of his member, savoring the taste of Evan.
It wasn’t scary.
It wasn’t repugnant.
It was divine.
All thoughts of her traumatic childhood experience fled as she experienced the forceful essence of Evan Sinclair. There was no mistaking the feel of him, the taste of him. Opening her mouth, she slid her tongue along the underside of his enormous cock, and wrapped her right hand around the base. He felt like hard steel covered in a silky softness that was impossible not to touch.
“Randi,” Evan groaned. “Don’t. You don’t like it.”
Her heart clenched as she heard his tortured words, his willingness to give up something that obviously felt so good, because of her fear. It elevated her own arousal to a level she’d never experienced before. Letting him pop out of her mouth momentarily, she answered, looking him directly in the eyes. “Maybe with you I do. Let me, Evan. It’s pretty hot.”
She watched him as her mouth enveloped him again, deeper this time. His head fell back and he closed his eyes in what appeared to be carnal bliss.
“You’re killing me,” he rasped.
Randi gained confidence quickly at a skill with which she had very little experience. Following Evan’s vocal cues, she used her hand and mouth to taste him, mimic the act of sex by applying suction and using her tongue on the sensitive head of his cock.
His breathing was rough and ragged as she gently cupped his balls with one hand and splayed the other on his rock-hard ass to keep him close. The erotic, low, animalistic sounds escaping his mouth ravaged her senses and spoke to a portion of her soul that felt connected to him and the pain of his past.
She didn’t flinch when he speared his hands through her hair and guided her mouth where he wanted it, and at the pace he seemed to need.
“I. Can’t. Stop. It.” His words sounded desperate and husky with need.
Don’t stop it, Evan. For once in your life, let go.
Randi closed her eyes and savored the sensual connection she had with Evan at that moment, knowing he was about to find release.
“Fuck, baby! I’m going to come,” Evan warned her.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Randi was elated as she held on to him, even though he tried to push her away. His heated release flooded her throat, and she greedily accepted it, relishing the fact that she could bring this big, strong, proud man almost to his knees.
She took her time making sure she licked every drop of his orgasm from his cock, savoring his groans of approval.
Finally, he grasped her arms and pulled her to her feet.
“Why?” he asked hoarsely, his eyes as stormy as the sea right now.
She didn’t pretend she didn’t understand, because she did. “It felt right. You taste delicious.” She licked her lips just to watch what would happen.
She wasn’t disappointed. He picked her up bodily with a hungry look and dropped her on the bed.
“Did giving me head turn you on?” he asked seriously.
“More than I ever thought possible,” Randi admitted.
He climbed onto the bed. “I’ll fantasize about that beautiful mouth around my cock for the rest of my damn life,” Evan said, partly in awe, but with a trace of self-deprecation.
Randi knew she’d remember everything they’d done together, the closeness they were experiencing. No sexual experience in her past had even come anywhere near the ecstasy she’d found with Evan. Being with him was dangerous and highly addictive.