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“Gatsby,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
Slowly, I lifted her nightgown, peeling it up over her hips, revealing the lacy edge of her panties. Her skin was like silk under my palms, and I felt her shiver as the fabric slid higher, exposing her flat stomach, the curve of her breasts. I pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the floor, and there she was, barely covered, her body a vision of soft curves that made my pulse thunder.
Her hands came up to cover herself instinctively, but I caught her wrists gently, pulling them down. “You're beautiful, Evie.”
She bit her lip, nodding, her cheeks flushing pink. I reached for her breasts, her nipples already hardening in the cool air. They were perfect, pink and begging for my touch. I hooked my thumbs into her panties next, sliding them down her legs, exposing all of her and it made my mouth water.
Naked now, she trembled beneath my hands as I traced her sides, feeling the goosebumps rise.
“I've wanted this since I first laid eyes on you,” I murmured, pulling her against me. Her soft breasts pressed into my chest, and I could feel her heart racing. I stripped off my cut, shirt, and then my jeans, my cock springing free, thick and throbbing for her.
Evie's eyes dropped to it, widening, and she swallowed hard. “It's... been a while for me,” she breathed, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
Our lips crashed together then, hungry and fierce, like we'd both been starving for this. I cupped her face, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, my tongue slipping past her full lips to explore her mouth. She tasted sweet, like mint and need, and she moaned softly into me, her tongue tangling with mine.
My hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass, pulling her closer so my cock pressed against her belly. The kiss built that fire, our breaths mingling hot and fast, her body melting into mine as the hunger grew. I backed her toward the bed, ourmouths never breaking apart, tongues tangling in a wet, urgent pace.
She gasped when her legs hit the mattress, and I lowered her down gently, following until I hovered over her.
“Tell me you want this,” I said, my lips brushing her ear, voice dominant but laced with care.
“How could you even doubt it?” she replied, her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to spur me on.
I kissed down her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point, feeling it flutter. My mouth found her breast, tongue circling her nipple before I sucked it hard, drawing a sharp cry from her. She arched up, her pussy brushing my thigh, leaving a slick trail that made me groan. I lavished attention on both breasts, biting gently, then soothing with licks, her moans filling the room like music. Positioning myself between her legs, I felt the heat radiating from her core. My fingers parted her folds, finding her soaked and ready, her clit swollen under my thumb.
“You like that,” I growled, circling it slowly.
Evie bucked, whimpering, “Gatsby... don't tease.”
But I did, just a little, sliding one finger into her tight heat, then two, pumping steadily as she clenched around me. I couldn't wait anymore. I lined up my cock at her entrance, the head nudging her slick lips.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly, and her eyes locked on mine, full of trust and craving. Slowly, I pushed inside, savoring every inch of her stretched around me. Fuck, she was perfect, hot and gripping like a vice, pulling me deeper.
“Oh god,” she gasped, her walls fluttering. I sank all the way in, bottoming out, our hips flush, and held still for a moment, feeling her adjust, the sensation overwhelming. Then we moved, hard and fast, my hips snapping against hers. I thrust deep,pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back in, her pussy clenching with each stroke.
Evie's moans grew louder, pushing me crazier, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass. The bed creaked under us, skin slapping skin, sweat slicking our bodies. I gripped her hips, angling to hit that spot inside her, watching her face contort in pleasure, breasts bouncing with every pound. She was wild now, shyness burned away, her hands clawing my back as she met my thrusts.
“Fuck, Evie, you feel incredible,” I grunted, losing myself in the rhythm, the raw connection of our first time. Her pussy squeezed me tighter, signaling she was close, and I drove deeper, faster, chasing that edge together. I held her close then, our bodies locked, sweat-slick and trembling. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her into my chest as I fucked her with everything I had, wild and raw.
Her breaths came in pants against my neck, moans turning to cries, and I felt her shatter around me, pulsing hot and tight. But I wasn't done, thrusting through her orgasm, building toward my own, the night stretching out with endless promise.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE FIRST HINTSof dawn filtered through the curtains,casting a soft, golden light over the tangled sheets. My body felt heavy with satisfaction, every muscle relaxed from the wild night Gatsby and I had shared. We'd collapsed into each other's arms, clinging to each other, breathless and spent.
Sleep had come easily, wrapped in his strong embrace, the scent of our lovemaking still lingering on our skin. Now, as consciousness slowly pulled me from dreams, I became aware of a gentle warmth tracing lazy patterns along my side. Gatsby's hand, large and calloused in the best way, caressed my soft skin, starting from my hip and gliding up to the curve of my breast.
A shiver ran through me, not from cold, but from the spark of renewed desire his touch ignited. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the sensation, my body instinctively arching toward him. His fingers were tender, exploring as if rediscovering every inch of me in the quiet morning.
“Mmm, good morning,” I murmured, my voice husky with sleep, finally opening my eyes to meet his.
Gatsby's dark hair was tousled, his muscular frame propped on one elbow, that gentle yet dominant smile playing on his lips. His gaze was intense, full of the same passion that had consumed us hours ago, but now tempered with something slower, more deliberate.
“Morning, beautiful,” he replied, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill straight to my core.
He leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a soft kiss that deepened gradually, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth until I parted for him. But he didn't rush; instead, he pulled back to trail his mouth down my neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin just below my ear. The suction was light, almost reverent, but it made my pulse quicken, heat pooling between my thighs.
I tilted my head back, giving him better access, a soft sigh escaping me as his teeth grazed my collarbone. His hand continued its path, cupping my breast fully now, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbled under his touch.
