Chapter 2 Evie

Chapter 2. Evie

"I have the perfect lighting." I walked us up into my bedroom. "Nothing happens in here without your complete, wholehearted enthusiasm. One no from you and it stops."

She nodded, and I led her across the threshold, dropping her hands once we were inside. While she took in the spacious room and its heavy, dark furniture, I hit the button on the remote I kept on the nightstand, and the roman shades rose on the eight-foot windows that lined my bedroom, looking out over the greenspace behind our housing development and flooding my bedroom with late afternoon sunlight.

"The golden hour," she whispered, as the light bathed her face, and a challenge rose in her eyes.

"Your skin really is flawless." I picked up the camera and looked through the viewfinder, clicking my first picture.

"You're not going to ask me to smile?" she teased, the corners of her mouth lifting.

"I want you to do whatever you want." Another click. "You are so fucking beautiful, and you don't even realize it."

"I know I'm pretty," she countered, crossing her arms and gripping the base of her sweater, then dragging it up her frame, revealing a form-fitting tank top. The rise of her breasts almost made me swallow my tongue. "But there's a difference," she continued, dropping the sweater to the floor, "between confidence, which I have, and arrogance, which..." She gestured at me.

"Which I have," I agreed with a shrug. "Genetics are just symmetry and pleasing features. And yet, when you're the one here," I tapped the side of the camera. "I feel like you're capturing more than my face."

"You're more than just a face," she whispered, lifting her hands to the bun on top of her head.

"To you." I zoomed in on her eyes and clicked. "I want a print of your eyes so I can blow it up and frame it." Well, shit, I guess my brain was no longer in control of my mouth.

"My eyes?" She tugged, and her hair fell in a cascade of blonde curls.

"You have the sexiest eyes I've ever seen." Another picture. I scanned down her body, clicking the whole way. "Sexiest...everything."

She sighed, and a slow smile spread across her face. "You make me believe that."

"Good."

"I'm not sure it is." Her fingers toyed with the hem of her tank top and then that was off, too, landing somewhere near the sweater. "It might be very, very bad."

"Holy fuck." Good thing the camera was strapped around my neck, because I dropped it. Her bra was emerald green, almost the same shade as her eyes, and lace detailed the cups that held the perfect swells of her breasts up like an offering.

My mouth watered.

"I thought you were taking pictures," she said with a coy smile, moving closer to the window.

She was a goddess with dips and hollows that I wanted to worship, a deity that deserved every sacrifice at her altar.

"The project is in motion," she whispered, spinning slowly as the sunlight caressed her smooth skin and played in the strands of her curls like a halo. "So tell me, Maxim." She came closer, rising on her toes so her lips brushed my ear, and her breasts pressed against the bare skin of my chest. "How do you want me to move?"

Under me. That was the first image that came to mind. Her, naked, underneath me, writhing, straining for her orgasm, her lips parted and her eyes glazed.

She toed off her socks, revealing bright pink toenails. Even her feet were pretty.

"Out of ideas already?" She flicked the first button on her jeans. "Admit it, it's harder to be behind the lens than you thought."

"It's hard, alright." More like throbbing. What the hell had I gotten us into? If she kept removing clothes, the tenuous grip I had on my control was going to snap.

"Come on, you can do better." She tugged down her zipper. "Should I sway, so you can capture the way my hips move?" Her hips swung left, then right as she slid her jeans over the sumptuous curves.

My cock ached.

"Or should I bend here, maybe bend at the knee so you get this line?" She did just that, popping a knee and bending over as she peeled her jeans from her legs, working the pose better than any model could have. "You're not taking pictures, Max."

I clicked randomly, the camera near my chest. I wasn't about to watch this through a fucking lens. I wanted this moment branded in my memory.

"That's better," she praised, and her jeans were...somewhere.

"Damn, Evelyn," I hissed through my teeth. Of course her underwear matched, cutting across her hips in a swath of green, contrasting with her sun-kissed skin.

"Should I arch?" She leaned back against the wall, right up against the farthest window, the gridwork casting shadows across her body as if it needed to be divided into segments so I'd know where to start. Then she bent her body, arching like she'd suggested, her breasts testing the boundaries of her bra as she reached above her head and tilted her chin up as though she was surrendering to the caress of the sun.

"Arching is good." My heart thundered and my breathing was more than a little erratic as I clicked another picture. Fuck goddess, she was a living, breathing siren.

"Another angle maybe?" She turned, bracing her hands on the wall and stretching back like a cat.

Speechless. The sight of that green lace cutting across the globes of her ass, revealing the bare, lower curves had me fucking speechless. I was going to eat her alive.

"You're slacking," she whispered, turning back toward me and walking over slowly, her hips swaying with every step. "Tell me what to do, Max." She trailed a finger from her throat down her sternum and between her breasts. "I'll do whatever you want."

"Evelyn," I whispered as she took the camera. I ducked my head so she could slide the strap off, and she turned to put it on my nightstand.

"You're the only one who calls me that." She stroked her hand up my chest, and the light touch sent electricity through every cell. "Why? And don't tell me it's because that's my name. I know my name."

"This is dangerous." And yet my hand slid up the back of her neck to tangle in her curls.

"Why do you call me that?" She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my warm-up pants.

"I promised you that I'd stop if you said no, and you're making it really hard to keep that promise." I barely recognized my own voice.

"Maybe you're too busy worrying about a no to realize that I'm saying yes," she whispered and tugged. My pants fell, catching briefly on my thighs before surrendering all the way to the ground.

"This could end badly." I stepped out of them, my body performing on auto-pilot and kicking off my socks, too.

"Something tells me you know what you're doing in this department. After all, I have it on expert advice that I'm supposed to know these things before a guy ever takes off his pants, and after last week, I know." She swallowed. "Now tell me why you call me by my full name."

"I'm not going to stop," I warned her. "You touch me again, and I'll have you on your back, Evelyn. Stripped naked. Panting. Moaning. Screaming for me. Do you understand?" My cock throbbed in agreement as my gaze lowered to her lips.

"I understand." Both of her hands were on my waist, her fingers following the indent of my muscles.

"I'm not going to stop until I'm inside you, and I don't just mean my tongue or my fingers." The grip on my control was slipping, sliding away until I couldn't remember why this would be such a bad idea. I wanted her. She obviously wanted me.

"I understand," she repeated, and both her hands clasped my dick through my boxer briefs.

A groan ripped free from my throat and I reached for her wrists, tugging her hands away from me. "You keep that up and it will be over before it starts."

"Are you saying I only get this once?" A flash of something-panic-went through her eyes.

"Fuck no. I'm going to take you so many times and in so many ways that you'll feel me with every step you take for weeks," I promised in a growl. "But the first time I come, it's going to be inside you."

"And the first time I come?" she teased with a shaky smile, her breaths uneven.

"Right now." I gripped her ass in both hands and captured her mouth with mine, kissing her deep and hard, fucking my tongue into her mouth with deliberate strokes as I picked her up and turned.

She whimpered and my cock leaked, the wetness seeping through my boxers, I wanted her that badly.

I laid her out on my bed and then followed her in, sliding right into the cradle of her open thighs. Our mouths met again and again, and I groaned when she sucked on my tongue. If kissing her was heaven, then I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to slide inside her.

I rocked my hips against hers, grinding my dick against her clit, using the fabric between us to up the friction, and she moaned, throwing her head back on the pillows.

"So fucking beautiful." Her hair spread out against the dark bedding, and her lips were already bee-stung from my kisses. I worked my way down her throat, nipping and sucking, pausing to linger when she gasped, memorizing what she liked.

When she arched, I flicked open the clasp of her bra with one hand, and tugged it down her arms, sending it to the floor.

Then I fucking stared. And stared. And stared some more. Her breasts were perfect. They'd overflow my hands, and those pale pink nipples? They were created for my mouth, my hands.

"Max?" She pushed up on her elbows and looked up at me in confusion.

"Never cover these up again. Ever." I lowered my mouth to one perfect tip and she gasped as my tongue swirled over the peak.

"You want. Me. Naked in. Public?" she asked, her breaths choppy as I tested one pebbled nipple in my teeth.

"Only at home," I clarified. I'd fucking murder anyone else who got close to these, to her. "Always topless at home."

"You're a breast guy," she teased, her fingers in my hair, her nails scratching my scalp in the best way. "Noted."

"I'm an Evelyn guy," I corrected her, then sucked. Hard.

She cried out, her back arching, her hips rocking against mine.

Fuck, the heat of her felt so good that I couldn't hold back my moan as I switched to her other breast, giving it equal attention. Over and over, I licked and sucked, until her nipples were rose-colored and her breaths were chaotic.

"Max," she urged, lifting her hips against mine.

I took a steady breath. "Tell me you're sure," I said, my hands already working the lace down her legs, leaving her bare.

"I'm so damned sure," she assured me, nodding her head.

"Fuck," I cursed. This had the potential to absolutely ruin us, and I just didn't care. I needed her more than air, more than food, more than ice. My body screamed that it wouldn't last without her sustaining it.

My underwear hit the floor and I rolled slightly, grabbing a condom out of the nightstand drawer and ripping the foil open.

"Can I?" Evie asked, reaching for the condom.

I nodded and sat back on my heels, groaning at the sight of her tongue as she licked her lower lip. Then her hands were on me, rolling the latex barrier into place and my eyes threatened to roll back inside my head. Her touch was pure fire.

"You're gorgeous, Max," she whispered, her focus darting all over my body.

"You're perfect," I countered, surging over her so she fell to her back.

Then my mouth was on hers, kissing her deep, and my fingers slid through the wetness between her thighs. "So wet for me." She was swollen and slick, my fingers slipping along the swollen nub of her clit.

"Always," she whispered. "I'm always wet for you."

"I need you," I groaned. I was so completely fucked. Once wasn't going to be enough. I already knew that and I hadn't even gotten inside her yet.

"Then take me," she rolled her hips, pressing up against my hand.

"Not yet. Not until you come." I dropped down her body and set my mouth on her.

Her hips bucked and she cried out.

I worked her with a single-minded focus, not teasing or drawing out her pleasure like I had before. No, I ripped the orgasm from her with teeth and tongue, sucking at her clit and lashing it with my tongue, swallowing her down as I stroked two fingers inside her pussy.

So was so fucking tight, so hot, so soft.

Her thighs locked, then shook, and she came, her body bowing beneath mine as her pussy spasmed around my fingers.

She was through the first wave when I withdrew and rose over her, my cock finding her entrance and pulsing.

"Tell me yes," I demanded, so past asking that it bordered on insanity. If she said no, I'd manage it. I'd roll off her and fucking run for the nearest ice bath.

"Yes!" she cried, her hands in my hair as she brought her mouth to mine.

I drove forward and took her to the hilt in one long thrust.

"Fuck, Evelym," I groaned, my forehead against hers as I gave her a second to adjust. "You're so damned tight around me. You feel so good. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she whispered, raising her knees so I sank even deeper. "You're so deep."

"Hell yes, I am." I pulled out and thrust in again, and she rippled around me.

"Max," she groaned.

"Evie is what everyone else calls you," I said as I started a rhythm, stroking her hard and deep, retreating only to slam back inside.

Her eyes flew open, locking on mine.

"Evie is someone else's friend. Someone's student." I thrust and thrust, my words coming out just as choppy as my breathing as I fucked her across the bed.

She threw out her hands when we reached the headboard, bracing herself and using it as leverage to rock back against me.

"But Evelyn?" I kissed her hard, nipping at her lower lip. "Evelyn is mine."

She whimpered and my control fucking snapped.

I fucked her like I'd been dreaming about for weeks, hard and deep, my hips crashing into hers over and over as her thighs cushioned every blow. She took every inch, every thrust, rocking back against me, rising up to meet me with every plunge until sweat dripped from our skin and our breathing was nothing more than strained gasps.

Pleasure coiled at the base of my spine and I held off my impending orgasm, feeling it reach for me.

"You have to come for me," I ordered, "I need to feel you come around me." I angled her hips so I drove against her clit with each thrust, and felt her thighs lock around my waist.

"Oh God," she moaned, her head thrown back.

"Yes!" I shouted as she came around me, gripping me tight, pulling me right over that edge with her as blinding lights claimed my vision and pleasure consumed my entire body, filling every nerve ending as I found my release.

We came down from the high, and I waited for the awkwardness to set in, or the regret, but neither came. There was only an overwhelming sense of peace, of...happiness.

"Are you okay?" I asked, rising above her and tucking a curl behind her ear. That had been way harder than I'd intended to be with her.

"Better than okay." She grinned. "I'm fucking great." She leaned up and kissed me. "How long do you think you need before we can do that again?"

My cock jumped in answer, already rising for more.

"Now," I answered with a kiss. "Now is good."