Broken

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Guardian Ghost

"A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it."

D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

Evan slid his hand to touch the part of my leg where my skirt had ridden up. I opened my legs so his hand could slide in further. His fingers caressed me up to the edge of my lacy panties as he breathed out, "Where do you live? We could go back to my place but it's further away from here."

I had trouble thinking of anything but his fingers playing with the edge of my panties. They stroked me and then slid beneath to caress the warm skin under the lace. His fingers worked in slow circles over me. I could barely breathe but I managed to say, "I live a few blocks over on Hayes Street. It's the first building on the left. We will need to retrieve my car first. You can follow me back."

He took his hand from beneath my panties but played with my n****e instead as he drove me back to my car.

He opened my door and before I could move away, he kissed me. I let out a whimper as his kiss deepened. Abruptly, he released me. I got into my silver Maxima and blasted the air conditioner, hoping to cool the heat emanating from my body.

I didn't remember driving home. My thoughts were consumed by the memory of his fingers on me but I found myself there in less than five minutes. I parked on the street and waited for Evan to do the same. I opened the door and we headed toward the ancient elevator. Evan pulled the iron gate shut.

I pushed the button for the fourth floor. He stepped behind me, his fingers unbuttoning the top of my dress to find their way to my hardened n*****s. The elevator stopped with its usual lurch and his hands brushed over my skin as he released me. On unsteady legs, I led him to my apartment door. Fear gripped my stomach as I opened it but my desire overcame it.

"Bedroom?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded and he followed me down the long hall to my room. I turned on my bedside lamp to reveal the four-poster bed and heavy antique furniture I preferred. He took in my bedroom with a knowing smile. It was as if he could have told me exactly what my home would be like without ever having stepped foot inside it.

He eased me onto the bed and pulled my skirt around my waist. Not bothering to take my panties off, he pushed them to the side. His tongue searched for the tiny bud of sensitive flesh. He kissed, gently sucked, and slowly licked the flesh he had revealed. My hands went into his thick, black hair. He felt my desperation and quickened his pace until I came with a helpless cry. He didn't try to quiet me this time.

He took his clothes off and laid them on the vanity stool. I didn't move; I couldn't. I was hypnotized by every move he made. His body was perfectly sculpted from tennis and running. His c**k was thick and engorged. I had never cared for giving blowjobs but I wanted his c**k in my mouth. I wanted to taste every inch of him.

He came over to me and took the rest of my clothes off. He kissed every inch of skin, my arms, my hips, my stomach, and my n*****s. He pressed my breasts together, softly cupping each and his mouth tugging them, going back and forth to each one. My body felt vibrant as if every nerve was humming under my skin. It was as if he was making love to me over and over, but he hadn't even started. Our hands and mouths were everywhere until I hardly knew where he began and I ended.

My mouth reached his c**k and I eagerly sucked it. I heard his sharp intake of breath and a low groan. It was smooth, wide, and long. He tasted like ripe plums. I had no idea a man could taste like that. I found watching him stare at me as I sucked on him the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

He pulled me up, turning my body over so I was beneath him, and pushed inside me with urgency. The pleasure of that first thrust was incredible. I saw a million colors in that instant. A cry escaped my lips and he was smiling as he lifted my legs over his arms. I didn't know what he was doing and felt very awkward for a moment. He began to move inside me and swirled his pelvis over my c**t with every thrust. His c**k stroked the sensitive flesh inside me.

The pleasure was incredible and I couldn't silence myself. Little gasps escaped me and I lost my breath as I came again. I had never come this way and it felt as if my whole body was exploding with light. I felt weightless and I clung to him as though I would float away if I didn't.

His body trembled over mine and with a thick voice, he moaned, "I love you," as he flooded my body with heat. There was nothing more beautiful than looking into his green eyes as he exploded inside me. I was lost in him and didn't care if I ever found my way out.