Eve is already in bed. The room is cool, but she is laying on top of the blankets in a shimmery shift nightgown that barely creeps past her hips. When I walk in and drink in the sight of her, she quirks one brow up and parts her thighs.
As I crawl across the bed towards her and drag my hands up her legs, I notice she isn’t wearing any panties, and I groan.
She giggles softly, pleased with herself. But I stop her giggling the second I blow cool air across her center. Her entire body clenches, and she draws in a soft breath.
I press her thighs apart and bury my face inside of her.
Before Eve, s*x was about pleasing myself. It was about using whatever woman was available to me that night and meeting my own needs.
But now, I enjoy pleasuring her.
There are few sounds in the world better
