out loud. ‘I need you, Evan.’
‘Why is that a confession?’
‘Because it isn’t like me to admit to needing anything from anyone.’
He took me into his arms, pulling me against his chest. I melted against him and he stroked my hair. ‘You don’t have to hide from me.’
The notion made me smile.
‘Let me get you a glass of wine, and we’ll do whatever you feel like – talk, watch TV to distract you some, whatever you want.’
I bit my lip, betraying the thoughts that came to mind and agreed instead to his placid suggestion. ‘Sure ... TV ...’ As he pulled away, I heard Keith’s voice: ‘This is as simple as we make it.’ Abruptly, I reached for Evan’s hand just as he placed it on the light switch. ‘No, what I really need is to feel you.’
I could see his lips form a gentle smile. ‘I’ll hold you all night, Sabrina, if that’s what you want.’
I shrugged out of the sweatshirt I was wearing and Evan took it from my hand. He could feel me trembling. It wasn’t until I began to ease down my yoga pants that he realised what I was really asking for.
‘Sabrina, we don’t have to do this now. It’s been a long night.’
My voice was shaky. ‘Make love to me, Evan.’
He brushed his lips against my face and could feel the wetness from my tears. ‘You’re hurting, this isn’t about that.’
I tugged on his broad shoulders, longingly, frantically. ‘But it is, Evan. I don’t need to watch TV. I need to make love to you.’ Lurching sobs escorted the words from my lips. ‘I’m crying because I need you so badly it hurts.’
He held me close again and I steadied my breathing. When he kissed me, his eyes were open, studying my reaction. I stared back, internalizing how I felt at their now familiar touch. And it was calm that resulted from the luscious connection of our lips; a sweet sense of peace that flooded me entirely.
Then, I inhaled sharply with a heated rush, different from any I had felt for Evan in the past. These were the smouldering sparks of an enduring bond, the beginning of love. My mouth opened, and my eyes closed as I called for more of him with my tongue. Evan responded with his hands in my hair and his own breathy sigh. The kiss extended into gentle licks and nibbles on my neck and my blood boiled over with desire for him. Keith had given Evan to me for Valentine’s Day. But that night, I gave myself to Evan.
I quietly finished undressing right there in the centre of the hall, while Evan’s gaze never flickered. When at last I was nude, he delivered my skin a slow sweep of his willowy fingers from my cheek, over my collarbone and round my breast; blazing a trail for his mouth. His beautiful cock strained against the fabric of his pants and I reached to feel it grow beneath my flattened palm. As I released his belt, he gently pressed me back against the wall and gathered my legs around his waist. The ease by which he filled me was celebrated with a long moan from both of us. And as he rocked his hips slowly; the slippery delight was experienced anew with every inch. I held on tight, pressing my tongue deeper into his mouth and savouring the sweet perfection of the moment. It was a moment that I wanted to be lost in forever.
The tenderness of his strokes threatened to permanently heal the gash in my heart. In his arms, the dread of my impending loss receded and the promise of a new love ushered me to orgasm. Together we quaked in the power of it, at the explosion of liquid warmth flooding us both.
I took a shaky breath and he released my quivering legs back to the cold wood floor. There was no guilt, only gratitude as I took a moment to linger over his silhouette in the darkened room. ‘Let’s go upstairs,’ I said finally, taking his hand. Huddled together under the weight of a feather down comforter, I sheltered all night in the refuge of his comforting embrace.
Sadly, it was only a few weeks before Keith was taken from me forever. With Evan at my side, I
‘Why is that a confession?’
‘Because it isn’t like me to admit to needing anything from anyone.’
He took me into his arms, pulling me against his chest. I melted against him and he stroked my hair. ‘You don’t have to hide from me.’
The notion made me smile.
‘Let me get you a glass of wine, and we’ll do whatever you feel like – talk, watch TV to distract you some, whatever you want.’
I bit my lip, betraying the thoughts that came to mind and agreed instead to his placid suggestion. ‘Sure ... TV ...’ As he pulled away, I heard Keith’s voice: ‘This is as simple as we make it.’ Abruptly, I reached for Evan’s hand just as he placed it on the light switch. ‘No, what I really need is to feel you.’
I could see his lips form a gentle smile. ‘I’ll hold you all night, Sabrina, if that’s what you want.’
I shrugged out of the sweatshirt I was wearing and Evan took it from my hand. He could feel me trembling. It wasn’t until I began to ease down my yoga pants that he realised what I was really asking for.
‘Sabrina, we don’t have to do this now. It’s been a long night.’
My voice was shaky. ‘Make love to me, Evan.’
He brushed his lips against my face and could feel the wetness from my tears. ‘You’re hurting, this isn’t about that.’
I tugged on his broad shoulders, longingly, frantically. ‘But it is, Evan. I don’t need to watch TV. I need to make love to you.’ Lurching sobs escorted the words from my lips. ‘I’m crying because I need you so badly it hurts.’
He held me close again and I steadied my breathing. When he kissed me, his eyes were open, studying my reaction. I stared back, internalizing how I felt at their now familiar touch. And it was calm that resulted from the luscious connection of our lips; a sweet sense of peace that flooded me entirely.
Then, I inhaled sharply with a heated rush, different from any I had felt for Evan in the past. These were the smouldering sparks of an enduring bond, the beginning of love. My mouth opened, and my eyes closed as I called for more of him with my tongue. Evan responded with his hands in my hair and his own breathy sigh. The kiss extended into gentle licks and nibbles on my neck and my blood boiled over with desire for him. Keith had given Evan to me for Valentine’s Day. But that night, I gave myself to Evan.
I quietly finished undressing right there in the centre of the hall, while Evan’s gaze never flickered. When at last I was nude, he delivered my skin a slow sweep of his willowy fingers from my cheek, over my collarbone and round my breast; blazing a trail for his mouth. His beautiful cock strained against the fabric of his pants and I reached to feel it grow beneath my flattened palm. As I released his belt, he gently pressed me back against the wall and gathered my legs around his waist. The ease by which he filled me was celebrated with a long moan from both of us. And as he rocked his hips slowly; the slippery delight was experienced anew with every inch. I held on tight, pressing my tongue deeper into his mouth and savouring the sweet perfection of the moment. It was a moment that I wanted to be lost in forever.
The tenderness of his strokes threatened to permanently heal the gash in my heart. In his arms, the dread of my impending loss receded and the promise of a new love ushered me to orgasm. Together we quaked in the power of it, at the explosion of liquid warmth flooding us both.
I took a shaky breath and he released my quivering legs back to the cold wood floor. There was no guilt, only gratitude as I took a moment to linger over his silhouette in the darkened room. ‘Let’s go upstairs,’ I said finally, taking his hand. Huddled together under the weight of a feather down comforter, I sheltered all night in the refuge of his comforting embrace.
Sadly, it was only a few weeks before Keith was taken from me forever. With Evan at my side, I
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