Evelyn's Game | Lesbian Novel

IV

She was everything, kissing on my neck whilst I fumbled with my keys. I wasn't even drunk and yet my head was spinning.

There wasn't much to overthink. We had every intent of sleeping with each other. She made that clear when her fingertips curled around my neck and her teeth sunk into my skin. It hurt in all the right ways.

I was closing my eyes, fighting whatever the hell was preventing my hands from functioning. It was her. She was everywhere; sucking on my skin and carefully choking me.

Everything she did was careful. Cautious almost.

I could feel her holding back, an ounce of control treading along the subtle pressure of her fingertips. Mine were trembling, making terrible attempts to align my key with the lock. I felt drunk. Three martinis and four shots of patron silver drunk.

Her mouth was against my neck with an impatient sigh, "Sometime tonight Cecilia,"

"You're distracting," I moaned, feeling her hands slip underneath my shirt. They slid up my waist, practically making themselves at home. She felt like the only house I'd ever need.

I could feel her mouth curling into a smile. The softest of laughs touched mine skin, "I've barely done anything."

Her fingertips were taking the keys from mine and unlocking my door with precision. She was pushing it open, resuming her attack and on my neck. We stumbled inside, my hands feeling around for the lights. Fuck it, we didn't need those anyways. This was technically a second night stand and nothing else really mattered.

"It's just sex Cecilia, don't overthink it." Evelyn whispered against my earlobe. Her hands slipped underneath the waistband of my pants. I was sucking in a short breath, trying not to give into her. Against my will, my body caved every time she touched me.

"It's never just sex with us."

Evelyn was indifferent, "Well maybe it should've been."

I swallowed the weight of her words. She must've known because soon, her hands were on my waist, turning me around gently. I couldn't see her all that well. I could barely make out the outline of her frame and yet, something about being face to face made me weak in the knees.

"I have rules," Her voice was soft, settling against my lips with a warmth that covered me like a blanket. Those slender fingers were slipping underneath the fabric of my shirt, roaming my skin once more.

My adrenaline was pumping with anticipation. Her mouth pressed against my collar bone and I dipped my head back involuntarily.

"Do tell Mrs. Hawthorne," I was almost smiling as her lips curled into that all too familiar grin.

"We don't talk about it. Surface level conversation at most. This only works if we're in agreement, Mrs. Hilton."

She didn't have to tell me what it was. Hell, she didn't have to tell me anything at all. I was well aware of our fragility. We were barely in tact, calling for the utmost delicacy.

"We're in agreement Mrs. Hawthorne. I accept your terms and conditions."

Evelyn exhaled with relief before pulling off my shirt, "Good. I can't wait to fuck you."

Her mouth covered mine once more and then we were holding each other, unbothered by the quick pace that was stealing our breaths. That thread of composure seemed to be slipping away as her hands cupped over the curves of my ass. Evelyn was grabbing me, raising the temperature quite rapidly with how well her tongue brushed against mine.