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.
Rough but so fucking meticulous.
I found myself pressed against the wall with her thigh in between my legs. I was barely breathing as her hand slipped into my pajama pants again. This time, there was no teasing. Just the blunt consequences of losing control.
Her left hand fisted my hair, pulling in all the right ways. I'd almost forgotten how good she was at absolutely everything. My heart was thumping, I could feel my pulse at my core as her middle finger brushed against me. If my body wasn't already suspended by her touch, I was certain that it would've been then. The teasing manner of her slow strokes had me waiting impatiently for her to ruin me.
"You're shaking," Evelyn was observant.
I had my arms around her neck, my mouth buried against the warmth of her skin as I mumbled, "It's been a while."
Her light touches came to halt. Her grip on my hair loosened and I was almost as nervous as I was needy.
"You haven't?"
"Not since," I swallowed because she already knew what I meant. Everything about her softened.
"Fuck," Her forehead was against mine, "I'm going to take my time with you."
Butterflies had my stomach in knots after that. It was the inevitable effect of her intoxicating words. She meant them too because after that, her arms were wrapped around my waist.
Everything had changed.
It was evident in the slow movements of her mouth, the intimacy between our tongues and close proximity. This had my body caving; a drunken feeling of bliss coursing through my veins. It was exhilarating, being handled with care. From then on, our bodies were cradling each other. My hands were fastened around the nap of her neck, my fingertips gliding over the softness of her hair.
Occasionally, my bottom lip would end up between her teeth. Involuntarily, my response was a soft moan that had her pushing me further against the wall. Our slow pace was maintained by that thread of composure she always had.
Evelyn's mouth was trailing down my neck after that. She left these wet kisses all over me and it almost hurt when she stopped. My body ached for her touch and it hurt like hell when her body left mine.
"I want to see you."
"Isn't it safer like this?"
She was leaning toward me, something awfully teasing about her mouth grazing against mine, "This is safe. Think of it as closure. Thats what you wanted right?"
I swallowed my words. They were bittersweet.
I sucked in a short breath before finding the light switch. It didn't take long for my eyes to adjust. I was out of breath just staring at her. Those sultry green eyes, clouded with lust as they took me in.
I was bending to her will, something I couldn't quite control as those slender fingers wrapped around my neck. Her thumbs caressed my skin, treading the thin line between ending my shallow breaths.
She was pulling me close again, sinking her teeth into my skin. I was swallowing my moans whilst her tongue swept in, replacing the pain with waves of pleasure.
I felt hot all over.
Then she was sucking on my skin, bruising me with no intent of stopping. I had my hands on her waist, squeezing the sanctity of her curves, practically begging for more.
"Evelyn please," I was out of breath.
"I fucking love it when you beg," Her mouth was warm against my ear. I shivered like she wanted me to and then her hands were on my lower back, pushing me towards my bedroom.