Chapter Twenty-one Estera Roberts’ POV (Present Time)

When we got to his hotel room. The door was barely shut before he pulled me back into his arms, taking off my jacket and pulling off his shirt at the same time. I couldn’t help running my hands down his bulging pectorals, and well-ridged abs.
I found he was even more manly than the last time I saw him naked. He was bigger, simply magnificent. He pulled down the zipper of my leather bodysuit, trailing kisses down my chest to close his mouth around my already-hardened nipples. I moaned out loud.
He dipped his hands under the band of my panties, pulling the silky fabric down my legs, and quickly took off his trousers, kicking it to a corner. I quivered when he pressed a kiss to my belly button, holding my hips in almost a painful grip. Then he straightened his spine, cupped my face, and kissed me roughly, lifting me up and I automatically wrapped my legs around him.
He raised one of his hands to frame the side of my face, carrying me to the big bed behind me. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light was from the warm glow emanating from the table lamp on the bedside table.
I ran my hand through his hair kissing him back as hungrily as he was devouring me. I missed him something fierce and was completely enamored of him.
I felt my back pressed to the mattress, and he leaned over me on all fours, supporting his weight with the fisted hands he propped to the side of my face and pressed gently down over me. I felt his throbbing erection in between my legs. I shook hard.
He cradled his face to the corner of my neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin behind my ears and the shell of it while making me feel the entire length of him as he shivered and brushed against my skin.
“I want you, and I am going to take you now. I can’t promise to be gentle—” he warned. His voice sounded strained like someone about to lose the reins over his self-control. I shivered.
“Evan, we… you…” Despite aching for him, I tried to let him know why we shouldn’t be doing this.
Then he said, “Open your legs wide for me, Estera,” as he grabbed my thighs.
There was something about the way he said the words that made me grow even wetter for him, my vagina throbbed, begging to be soothed. He had always had that effect on me, whenever he grew intensely possessive, passionate, and domineering.
“Evan, listen—” I remember it was going to be my first time and I needed to let him know, but he didn’t let me finish. “Be gentle… I’m…” I said the last part and wasn’t sure if I had said it out loud or it was in my head.
Evan eased back from me, cradling my hips, and lowered his face in between my legs. My chest heaved in anticipation and when I felt his tongue brush lightly against the opening of my vagina, I grabbed the sheets under my hands and arched my back to give him room, and panted hard.
He used his tongue to stroke and parted my folds while gripping my thighs, and making sure my legs stayed apart and open wide for him. He deftly licked, teased, and sucked my clit, making me writhe with pleasure. My skin felt on fire.
“Evan!” I cried, as the tip of his tongue coaxed open my folds, and delved into me. Hot flashes of ecstasy shot down my spine then I felt the tip of his finger stroking my hardened bud. I thought then that he was going to kill me with pleasure. He didn’t pause until my body shook from release, and I came hard.
“Evan, please—” I cried. There was a time when I accepted we had to wait and I would ache for him while he held me in his arms when there was a reason and a purpose to deny ourselves, but not now. Just like him, I wanted more, and the thought of waiting for a second longer was unthinkable. I was wet, hot, and aching for him to fill me up. I wanted him to mount me and take me hard and fast. I wanted him to possess my body, soul, and mind. My entire frame shuddered with feverish need, desperate and hungry for him.
And as if he could sense I was dying to feel him inside me, he brought his face forward to hover over mine and paused for about a second -- a second of which blood was pumping hard to my heart in anticipation. His warm shaft laid against my opening and I fought the urge to wrap my fingers around him and make him enter me.
Then he deftly framed my hips with one hand, jerked his hips forward as if he was no longer in control, and pushed hard into me. A sharp, fleeting pain cut through me like lightning, making me jerk spasmodically from pain and then unfathomable pleasure. I shuddered and whimpered, losing control over my own body. I am a doctor and quite aware of the biology of the act of having sex, but nothing whatsoever prepared me for the consuming ecstasy that filled me inside, clouding my brain, turning me into a puddle.
I felt him wrap his fingers around my wrists, forcing them up and over my head, then in a tight grip held them, pressing them hard on the mattress. He gripped my hips then with the other hand and pushed deeper into me. My back shot up from the mattress in reflex, and he took the advantage to hold me steady and began to push in and then pull out of me, hard and fast, slamming his pelvic against my flesh. There was no way I could hold back the moan. I screamed and whimpered his name.
Silently wishing him to never stop. I couldn’t believe he had made us delay this wonderful experience even though it was for a good reason then. His member pumped into me, swelling and filling me whole, the friction generating a mind-blowing pleasure that was making my eyelids flutter, causing an explosion of blinding flashes in my head. I felt his hot breath on my face before his lips claimed mine again. He gently nibbled on my lower lip, delving his tongue into my mouth and twirling it with mine.
“Open your eyes, Estera,” Evan commanded in an unusually deep tone. I slowly obeyed. Holding his intense gaze, the emotions in them and the one he had fanned into a full-blown wildfire inside me made my eyes well with tears and they spilled down the sides of my face. “I’m sorry I didn’t know.”
I released a shaky sigh and before I could form response with the fog of pleasure clouding my head, he jerked forward, digging deeper into me. My eyes went shut and I breathed hard through parted lips, biting down on the lower one to keep from crying out loud.
“Are you still hurting?” he asked.
“No—” I gushed out in a purr. I have no idea how he could talk to me while deep inside me. I felt like a child just learning how to form words.
“Tell me how I make you feel, Estera,” he demanded in his familiar baritone, huskier with feelings.
“Evan, please—” I managed to say, wanting to let him know I could hardly think as a result of what he was doing to me.
“Please, what, baby?” he pressed.
“Don’t stop,” I replied, panting hard. When I felt the pleasure build inside me I called out his name, and jerked my hands from his grip, wanting to touch him so badly. Thankfully he freed my hands and I rushed my fingers through his hair, desperate to bring his lips to mine so I could taste him.
“You are so beautiful. Just as I remember,” he whispered against my lips as he drew my flesh into his mouth and suckled on it. I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist and rolled my hips gently with him still inside me.
He groaned and shook atop me. I loved that I could make him react like that. I did it again, opening a hazy gaze to meet his intense ones. The movement caused my clit to brush against him and with him deep inside me, the pleasure was profound. I gasped. His thrusts became hurried and hard. I felt his finger gently stroking my hardened clit, turning me mindless with ecstasy.
“Evan!” I screamed and he covered my lips with his, swallowing my cries as he continued to drive hard into me.
My stomach wound up tightly with pleasure until I couldn’t prolong it anymore. I felt so damn good, I wanted to submit to it, and I did, letting it truly drown me. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.
Evan erupted inside me a short while later, filling me up with his cum.
The import of what we had done didn’t quite register until he wrapped me up in a tight hug, breathing hard with his body still raking with tremors. I burrowed my face into the nook of his neck, letting my hand sweep down his chest, my mind noted that I had just had unprotected sex with a man I was told was way off my league and should have the sense to stay away from. And it was even far worse now because he was a married man. And I know for certain that this beautiful moment of respite would soon be an excruciating memory. I released a shaky breath and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tightly.