Chapter Forty-eight Estera Roberts’ POV (Ten Years Before)

“Let me take care of you first, okay?” Evan whispered as he lowered me to the bed. The mere touch of his body against mine was making me breathless. The sensation generated by the touch of our skin was enough to drive me to climax. It felt that good. Evan was beautiful naked. And I just want the opportunity to touch him all over and take him in. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, rubbing my chest against his skin, not letting go even when my back was pressed to the mattress. Evan groaned and lifted me up again, sitting on his heels as he ran his open palms up and down my naked back.
“You are driving me crazy, Estera,” he whispered against my left ear.
“You, are driving me crazy,” I whispered back, pressing my lips to his jaw. He chuckled.
“Give me room to touch you,” he said and the request sounded like a plea.
“I want to touch you first,” I replied as I was peppering kisses to his throat and he tilted his head back to give me room. I could feel him throbbing under my bum, just like that day at the sauna. I moved on his thighs, making my naked bum stroke his cock. He groaned and gripped me by my waist.
“You are going to make me lose control,” he warned.
“Good,” I whispered. “Tell me what to do. I want to touch and taste you, Evan,” I whispered with fervent need.
“Jesus! Estera,” he groaned. “You are not going to make this easy for me, are you?”
“No. You made me wait. And you keep making me wait,” I whispered and covered his lips with mine. I moaned as he opened his mouth for me and allowed me to nibble on his lips.
“Follow my lead, okay?” he whispered.
“Okay,” I replied, feeling elated. He suckled on my lower lip and then the upper one, and I did the same for him, breathing hard. He used the tip of his tongue to stroke the outline of my lips before slipping it inside my mouth. I sucked on his upper lip and twirled my tongue with his. When he moaned into my mouth I knew I was doing it right. I became aware that one of his hands was holding my waist while the other stroke my stomach and travelled down in between us till he could stroke my vulva. I shook hard atop his thighs and wanted to pull back but he held me by the nape of my neck and deepened the kiss. I moaned his name and he lowered me onto the mattress and latched his mouth to my nipples while using his fingers to stroke and part my labia. I jerked up on the mattress as an intense pleasure exploded inside me.
“Evan!” I cried.
“Don’t fight, Submit to it, submit to me…” he whispered. I slowly relaxed my muscles feeling like I was turning into a boneless being as I let the feelings he was invoking inside me submerge me.
Moisture pooled in between my legs and I could feel the wetness drip down my butt cheeks. Evan continued to suck my nipples pulling me into a hazy pleasure, rendering me powerless. I was a marshmallow in his arms trapped in a world of ecstasy. Just when I thought I was going to die of it, he replaced his mouth with his fingers and continued to caress the sensitive buds. And then his lips travelled down my front till I felt his tongue gently flicked against my clit. I shook hard on the bed. And he whispered my name, soothingly, asking me to relax. And then he applied pressure both on my nipples and my clit.
His tongue licked and lapped against my core, making me wither on the bed. I reached down to tangle my fingers in his hair, pressing his face to my pussy, making sure he didn't stop as I began to automatically rock against his mouth. He suckled on my clit, dipping his tongue inside my vagina, continuing to drive me wild.
“Evan! Yes! Baby, don’t stop,” I screamed, as tension build inside me. And I rode the waves stimulated by his mouth, bucking against him, not wanting the heady sensation to cease. I felt addicted to the painful pleasure building up in my lower stomach, the desperation to prolong the feeling made me take a calming breath but Evan was relentless. He gripped my hips, helping me climb to the very top until I couldn’t hold back any more. The dam broke and I cried Evan’s name, shaking, spasmodically on the bed.
“Evan, hold me, baby, please,” I cried and he immediately wrapped me up in his arms. I struggled to get closer even though there was no more space left in between us. I just couldn’t get close enough as I shook against his skin. When my shaking subsided, I felt his lips brushing my forehead and I ran my hand over his taut stomach feeling him quiver. Then I slowly reached for his cock and wrapped my fingers around him.
“Tell me what to do,” I whispered against his chest. Evan didn’t speak. He put his hand over mine and demonstrated as he made me stroke my hand up and down his cock. I felt him grow even harder and the long thick shaft pulsated in my hand. It was beautiful.
“I want to put you in my mouth,” I whispered. He moaned, and I could hear his labored breathing.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said, his voice sounding hoarse, low and strained.
“I want to touch and taste you too,” I persisted. “Please, baby.”
“Okay,” he said, then lowered himself to the mattress. I wanted to straddle him and he stopped me instantly. When I raised a widened gaze to meet his eyes. He shook his head.
“If you do that I’m going to fuck you so hard you will not be able to walk for a month!” he growled.
“Evan—”
“No, baby. No,” he said with a smile. I nodded. And slowly lowered my face to his cock with him watching me.
“Tell me what to do.”
“Start from the tip, lick me like you would an icecream–”
“Like this?” I asked as I flicked out my tongue and stroked his broad tip. He groaned and gripped the sheet beneath his hands.
“Yes, baby, like that,” he said in almost a growl.
With my eyes still holding his smoldering ones. I licked and suckled on the crown of his cock then allowed instinct to take over as I closed my eyes and took more of him inside my mouth like I would a lollipop, taking his loud moan as evidence that I was doing it right. Then I dipped him deeper, still, inch-by-inch, using my tongue to wet the velvety skin of his shaft until there was no room anymore.
“Estera! Yes!” Evan moaned and I started to pull him in and out of my mouth, using my two hands to hold him by the hilt. He was really big, and I imagined him nestled deep inside my pussy. The thought made me moan and he reached down to rake his fingers through my hair.
My action was a little uncoordinated at first but gradually I found a rhythm which appeared to work. Evan was moaning my name and I felt myself aching for him again. I wished he could fuck me like he said he would, but I know he wanted us to wait. It made me love him even more, knowing he wanted more from me. When I first tasted the funky taste of his cum, I paused and let him pool inside my mouth. I swallowed a little of it and found I loved how he tasted and with my eyes still closed I swallowed, as I continued to suck and licked him. I could feel the bed vibrating as he continued to climax and I loved that I could do that to him. It made me feel powerful and very much a woman -- his woman.
“Estera!” Evan called, pulling me to lay atop him. He made me open my legs so the folded knees framed his hips, and rested on the mattress. Then he flipped over, taking me with him and made me rest my back on the mattress and he snugly settled in between my open legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting feverish kisses on his neck and jawline. And with chest heaving, he reached in between us to hold his cock and gently stroked the tip against my vulva. I moaned loudly at the jolt of pleasure that shot up my spine going straight to my brain. I felt him penetrate me a little without going deep inside, and he let out a loud groan as he moved inside me, gripping me by the waist to make me hold still.