The last ten years . . . so much wasted time . . . she had never been anywhere close to this outrageous pleasure. Clancy’s mouth pulled her, cut her loose, dragged her under.
She released a cry of bliss that drowned out the roar of the sea. Clancy quickened his fingers and the suction of his mouth, and she felt lost, lost, gone. Every bit of her being continued to crash, on and on, her body rippling as she rode it out.
“Hell, yes,” he said. He kissed her everywhere—her sticky inner thighs, knees, arms, throat. In her daze, Evelyn saw Clancy reach across the bed toward his nightstand. Even from her la-la land, the depths of ecstasy, she saw all of him.
He was beautiful, built for speed and pleasure. She wanted to learn him, every inch of him. She lay back in awe of how he moved, contraction and ripple of muscle, strength of bone, length of torso, all that golden skin.
And. Oh. That man’s ass. Flawless. He had the body of an athlete and the ass of a distance runner, designed for locomotion, the driving force of a runner’s stride. He had big, solid thighs and sculpted calves.
She reached out and touched his forearm. Clancy had a condom wrapper in his hand and a smile on his face.
Evelyn had to laugh. She was the one in a trance of happiness, but he looked like he’d gone there with her. She glanced down at his cock— Oh, holy crap.
“You look really happy,” she whispered.
“When you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“I’m real happy.”
“I know. And you’re about to get happier.”
Clancy rolled with her again, pulling her on top of him. He played with her hard nipples and wet sex for a bit longer. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
She let her head loll back as she opened her legs wider.
“Look what you’ve done to me.”
Oh, she saw. Between her spread thighs was an engorged cock. She touched him for the first time. She had made him wait. And talk about male perfection—the brush of silk on her fingertips and unyielding rock in her grip. She gave him a little smile and slid lower on his legs, arching her back like a cat as she let him slip into her mouth. She was intent on bringing him the kind of pleasure she’d just received.
She looked up at him to gauge his reaction, mixing slow and loving caresses with friction and intensity, then back to slow and soft. It was satisfying to hear him moan and cry out, then stare at her like he couldn’t quite believe she was real. But eventually, Clancy placed his hand gently on her cheek. She sat up.
Clearly, it was time to be ravished. She was suddenly on her back, Clancy’s body wedged between her thighs. She heard the sound of ripping foil and opened her eyes to see him looming over her.
“Give yourself to me, Evie.”
She nodded, wordlessly.
His hands lifted her bottom from the bed, and he held her there, fingers pressed into her flesh as he guided himself to the entrance of her body. Evelyn gasped. She was tempted to allow her head to fall back and eyes to close, but she wanted to be there with him. She wanted to see it happen.
She was so slick and aroused that the first bit of his cock slipped in her without effort, as if she had pulled him in.
“Ah, God.”
Evelyn heard herself whimper. This felt incredible. And it had only just begun.
He pushed. She opened for him. Clancy moved in her, and she moved with him. All the while their eyes were locked on each other’s, and they went together into the swirl and rush of energy, desire, and emotion.