a sensuous rhythm, triggering a loud cry of joy from her mouth.
“ Please Evan,” she begged
“ Please what?”
“ Please fuck me.”
The utterance was his undoing as he positioned her more centrally in his lap and guided her downward onto his shaft, her muscles contracting around his length, filling her perfectly. Unable to wait any longer, he cupped his hands beneath her bottom and plunged himself deeper into her wet core as she began to move downwards. Their rhythm soon matched intuitively as they continued to kiss and stroke one another. Her climax building relentless and fast, she cried out for him to thrust harder.
Turned on by Layla’s responsiveness, Evan pounded on and on, eking out every moment of her climax. Her inner walls quivered against him until he couldn’t hold on any longer. Crying out her name, he muffled the volume against her neck.
Breathless, they lay still. Evan sensed that, like him, she had never experienced anything quite so powerful before. It marked the beginning of something neither of them could resist.
Chapter Five
Layla
Layla strolled into the kitchen, yawning. “Mmm, that smells good,” she mumbled sleepily as she watched Evan put the finishing touches to two portions of scrambled eggs and toast on the counter nearby.
Turning around slightly, he smiled before answering, “The tea should be brewed by now. If you can pour that we should be ready to eat.”
Evan was wearing a dressing gown, which, loosely belted, showed off his bare, well-toned chest and perfect v shaped abs that disappeared below the pyjamas bottom hung low off his hips. As he turned away to dish up the breakfast on to two plates, Layla could not help but let her eyes drop to admire his tight arse. His bottom had always been her favourite part of his body, and she couldn’t help thinking that it still looked perfect and pert. She blushed inwardly at the delicious thoughts the man still provoked within her.
Layla felt the urge to lean in right now and pinch it. It used to be a regular occurrence that she would sneak up behind Evan and fondle him, catching him unawares. Usually, those incidents had led on to many lovemaking sessions over a piece of furniture. A warm, tingling sensation invaded, deep between her legs, as Layla thought back to a time when they had made love on this kitchen floor, and across the table. Life had been so carefree back then, before the miscarriage and Caggie's intervention.
Pouring the tea into two large mugs, Layla sat down at the table as Evan brought over the food. They ate in silence as she fought to keep her eyes from wandering over the parts of his chest that the gaping gown exposed.
“ Did you sleep well?” he asked, interrupting her concentration.
“ Yes, thanks, as soon as my head hit the pillow. Think the time-zone change took its toll,” Layla replied, trying to keep her tone casual and indifferent.
“ Is there anything in particular that you need to do today?”
She shook her head. “I don't have anything too pressing until after the weekend, other than to touch base with my assistant and interior designer.”
“ Interior designer?”
“ Yes, I just need to finalise a few last-minute details for my house and the office space. Now that I’m making Yorkshire my permanent home, I plan to move my design team up here from London in the coming months. I’m looking forward to being able to work while looking out at the countryside. The house has its own little forest and stream, and a stable area.”
A surprised expression flickered over Evan’s face. “Do you still ride then?”
“ Not as much as I’d like, but I intend to change that. This move is going to totally alter how my life has been up until now. I’m fed up with the fast pace in town, and looking forward to some peace and tranquillity for Bennett and me.” Layla casually injected the name into the conversation to see how Evan would react, unsure of whether he even knew she had a child at
“ Please Evan,” she begged
“ Please what?”
“ Please fuck me.”
The utterance was his undoing as he positioned her more centrally in his lap and guided her downward onto his shaft, her muscles contracting around his length, filling her perfectly. Unable to wait any longer, he cupped his hands beneath her bottom and plunged himself deeper into her wet core as she began to move downwards. Their rhythm soon matched intuitively as they continued to kiss and stroke one another. Her climax building relentless and fast, she cried out for him to thrust harder.
Turned on by Layla’s responsiveness, Evan pounded on and on, eking out every moment of her climax. Her inner walls quivered against him until he couldn’t hold on any longer. Crying out her name, he muffled the volume against her neck.
Breathless, they lay still. Evan sensed that, like him, she had never experienced anything quite so powerful before. It marked the beginning of something neither of them could resist.
Chapter Five
Layla
Layla strolled into the kitchen, yawning. “Mmm, that smells good,” she mumbled sleepily as she watched Evan put the finishing touches to two portions of scrambled eggs and toast on the counter nearby.
Turning around slightly, he smiled before answering, “The tea should be brewed by now. If you can pour that we should be ready to eat.”
Evan was wearing a dressing gown, which, loosely belted, showed off his bare, well-toned chest and perfect v shaped abs that disappeared below the pyjamas bottom hung low off his hips. As he turned away to dish up the breakfast on to two plates, Layla could not help but let her eyes drop to admire his tight arse. His bottom had always been her favourite part of his body, and she couldn’t help thinking that it still looked perfect and pert. She blushed inwardly at the delicious thoughts the man still provoked within her.
Layla felt the urge to lean in right now and pinch it. It used to be a regular occurrence that she would sneak up behind Evan and fondle him, catching him unawares. Usually, those incidents had led on to many lovemaking sessions over a piece of furniture. A warm, tingling sensation invaded, deep between her legs, as Layla thought back to a time when they had made love on this kitchen floor, and across the table. Life had been so carefree back then, before the miscarriage and Caggie's intervention.
Pouring the tea into two large mugs, Layla sat down at the table as Evan brought over the food. They ate in silence as she fought to keep her eyes from wandering over the parts of his chest that the gaping gown exposed.
“ Did you sleep well?” he asked, interrupting her concentration.
“ Yes, thanks, as soon as my head hit the pillow. Think the time-zone change took its toll,” Layla replied, trying to keep her tone casual and indifferent.
“ Is there anything in particular that you need to do today?”
She shook her head. “I don't have anything too pressing until after the weekend, other than to touch base with my assistant and interior designer.”
“ Interior designer?”
“ Yes, I just need to finalise a few last-minute details for my house and the office space. Now that I’m making Yorkshire my permanent home, I plan to move my design team up here from London in the coming months. I’m looking forward to being able to work while looking out at the countryside. The house has its own little forest and stream, and a stable area.”
A surprised expression flickered over Evan’s face. “Do you still ride then?”
“ Not as much as I’d like, but I intend to change that. This move is going to totally alter how my life has been up until now. I’m fed up with the fast pace in town, and looking forward to some peace and tranquillity for Bennett and me.” Layla casually injected the name into the conversation to see how Evan would react, unsure of whether he even knew she had a child at
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