SLOW HANDS

Evan’s hands dropped to his sides and he simply stood, watching her. She was wearing a red silk nightgown and she looked spectacular in it. She had removed her ponytail and now her thick Blond hair brushed her shoulders as she moved deeper into the room. She frowned and stopped walking when she saw the look on his face. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

Evan shook his head. “No, No, Nothing is wrong…Honey. I’m just…. You look so fucking beautiful… and I love that night wear ”

Christina beamed at him, flashing him a smile that he hadn’t seen for so damn long… and oh, how much he’d missed it. She came to stand in front of him and began to undo the shirt buttons he had abandoned. As she did, she made sure she grazed his skin with the tip of his fingers, making shivers run through him as his dick hardened.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said in a low voice. “I got it specially… for tonight. I had a great time tonight and I know it’s been a while since we’ve… ermm… since we made love, and I know it’s all my fault.”

Evan swallowed and shook his head. “It’s alright… I understand… you needed some time, but I’m glad that I have you back now and…. Oh damn it Tina”

He groaned as she suddenly let go of his shirt and stroked his painfully hard cock through his boxers. It felt so damn good to be touched by her again, and he knew that if she kept it up he wouldn’t last. She was obviously determined to make him moan louder because her hands slipped inside and she gently cupped his balls in her soft hands. They moved up and down his shaft, then she rubbed the cap which already had some precum on the tip. Evan shivered and grabbed her hand.

“Fuck, please stop Tina…or this is going to be over real quick.”

She chuckled, but she let him remove her hand. Evan stepped back and hurriedly took off his remaining clothes, then he reached for her and pulled her towards the bed. Tina giggled as he planted kisses all over her face and neck. He didn’t attempt to take off her nightgown, instead, he pushed it upward till it gathered at her waist. The moment his fingers brushed her wet slit, she moaned his name, which turned him on even more.

“Oh, I missed this so much, Tina” he murmured as he slipped a finger inside her, making her squirm beneath him. He added another finger, and she gasped. Her hips bucked wildly as he went faster, and Evan watched as she rode his fingers. When he saw that she was close, he withdrew his fingers and Christina groaned in disappointment. She tried to lift herself from the bed but he didnt let her.

“I’m not done,” said Evan as his head moved lower. He trailed kisses all over her laps and delved right into her pussy without any warning. His tongue slid hot and hard over her swollen clit and Christina screamed, unable to hold in the pleasure. His hands found hers and pinned them to the bed while his tongue continued his ministrations. He sucked, licked and tongue fucked her until she came hard in his mouth, her legs trashing wildly as she bucked. He didn’t let her go until her orgasm subsided and all he could hear were her soft sighs of pleasure as she came down from her high.

“Oh, Evan” Christina gasped as he lifted his head and moved to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips. It was amazing and so passionate and a tear slipped from her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Evan asked with concern and she nodded, Cupping his face in her palms.

“I feel great, Evan” she whispered, “I just missed you”

“Me too baby” Evan murmured as he slipped inside her warm heat. “Fuck, baby. Me too”

He entered her in a thrust that made her gasp and sent her head driving back into the pillows, her back arching as her body stretched to accommodate him. Time stood still while they lay joined. Fused.

And then he moaned above her, a low moan that sounded as if it had been ground through his teeth and spoke restraint that was being sorely tested, and slowly withdrew. Christina clung to him, desperate to keep him there, using all her muscles to contain him, the slide of his skin against hers a delicious friction, the feel of him poised once again at her entrance an exquisite torture. She tilted her hips and he groaned again, this cry more desperate, his need matching her own, before he lunged into her, deeper this time, impossibly better.

She was gasping now, wild with need as he moved inside her, building the rhythm, his kisses pulling her deeper, his mouth hot and hungry, his big hands on her breasts, at her hips, setting her skin alight wherever he made contact. Slick and hard, he filled her. Stretched her. Completed her.

Colours were her new friends. Colours that sparked behind her eyelids, colours that shot fireworks searing through her senses.

The colours flashed, the sensations mounted and denial slowly turned into a smouldering sense of wonderment, a rising tide of tension, a need that went beyond mere completion. A need that demanded his completion too.

He drove into her, his sculpted back slick beneath her hands, every muscle tight and taut with that skin straining, every last part of him focused and true, until the smoulder became a curling ripple of smoke that became a raging fire that sent clouds to obliterate the sun.

With one final thrust he set her alight, her senses exploding, shorting, fusing as she came. Evan moved to the side, pulling her with him as they both struggled to catch their breath. He kissed her forehead, repeatedly murmuring how much he loved her and never wanted her to leave. Christina smiled up at him.

“I love you too,” she whispered, “And I’m not leaving you either… you didn’t leave me when I gave you reasons to and I’ll do the same for you… everytime”

Evan winced at her words. Words that should have brought him happiness caused him to feel guilt now… but he still couldn’t tell her. So instead he held her until she fell asleep. Only then did he slip out of the bed to the shower so he could at least calm his nerves.