DAVE
I stood there, watching as she yanked down my jeans hoping for her to want to worship me just as much as I missed her but instead, her fingers ghosted over my c**k like she was searching for evidence like some sort of medical practitioner looking out for some possibilities of growing infections and the likes. Her brows were furrowed, her looks were too serious and her lips pressed into a thin line, with her breathing uneven.
I stood there in confusion patiently anticipating the moment she’d wrap her wet lips on my hardened c**k.
She was silent for too long.
“What are you doing, Evie?” My voice was careful, and controlled, but inside, my heart was hammering against my ribs.
She didn’t look up, her fingertips kept brushing over the letters again, as if trying to confirm that they w
