Eva - Valentine's Edition

I was out of breath by the time I laid her on the bed. 'Hell,' I thought to myself, 'couldn't I bench-press one fifty?' Yeah, a little voice in the back of my head replied. Two years ago.

Sighing, I went over to stand by the balcony which looked over the pool. It was a small pool, meant more for entertaining than actual exercise, and it had come with the house when I'd bought it a couple of years back. It was a particularly nice place to sit and think, and after changing into a pair of shorts and a black sweatshirt, I did just that.

Eva.

Innocent, sexy, irresistible Eva. She was unlike any other woman I'd ever known. Of course, one could argue that she was more girl than woman, but who was arguing? She was a good worker, from what I'd heard at the office, and she had a quick mind. Pretty smile, nice ass and gorgeous tits as well, I added to the list that I was making in my mind. She was everything that someone could come to... love.

I sniffed at the word. I'd given up on love a long time ago, when someone I thought loved me threw me out of the house with nothing but the clothes on my back. I'd grown up then, and learnt that life could fuck you real bad when you're least expecting it. And it would hurt all the more when it was your loved ones that did the hurting.

Besides, the women that had been in my life -- none of them were the 'loving' type. They were just the conveniently available kind of chics that I liked. As the saying goes, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?' Likewise, I saw no reason to become emotionally involved with anyone when I could have sex without the emotional part. Intimacy was just a teeny bit too deep for me. If I'd been to a psychiatrist, she'd probably have told me that I had an insecurity complex for love.

She'd have been right.

It's scary. Putting your heart out there for someone to chew up and spit into the bin like gum. It had happened to me once. Who's to say it wouldn't happen again? I didn't like to take risks in business. And I didn't like to take chances with my emotional status quo. That was that.

So why was I thinking about all of this at four in the morning?

Oh, right.

Eva.

Fuck!

*

"Go 'way," I mumbled into the pillow. "It's a fucking Sunday!"

"Ms. Carter, I made breakfast," came a hesitant voice from above me.

'Where have I heard that voice before?' I thought. Ah, yes. I'd just been dreaming about it.

I lifted my head from the pillow, slowly, to find Eva dressed in one of my shirts, standing over me. Her straight hair was combed back and tied into a knot; she also didn't have any makeup on.

I surprised her and myself when I pulled her down to the bed and straddled her, pinning her arms above her head.

"I told you to call me Jessie last night," I murmured against her lips before capturing them in mine. As good morning kisses went, ours was completely too hot to be in that category. It was when my fingers slipped under her shirt that she stopped me.

"I left the stove on," she confessed, her eyes not straying from my lips. She leant up and quickly pressed a kiss on them before squirming free to her feet.

"I made breakfast," she repeated.

"Oh, really?" My gaze flicked over her scantily clad frame. "I thought you said you were breakfast."

I knew something that cheesy would make her blush. When she averted her eyes shyly, my heart seemed to jump.

Could there be a better way to start the day?

*

"You liked it?"

I nodded, my mouth still half-full of porridge. Eva was the first person I knew who ate porridge for breakfast. When I asked her about it, she told me that her Nana used to make it for her in the country.

"Do you have anything on your schedule today?" I asked when I was done. Eva was seated across from me, cradling a mug of coffee. She'd watched me as I ate, and I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious at how I looked whilst spooning porridge down my throat. There was just a permanent air of sexuality about her that made me feel a little...awkward, maybe.

"No, not really. But I have an assignment to finish, though. We need to hand in a report on the attachment every week."

"Really? That's cool. As long as you're only writing about the work part," I teased.

She laughed and got up to dump her mug in the sink. Then, to my utmost disbelief, she started to wash the dirty dishes. I made to tell her not to, that Penny, the housekeeper, would come around tomorrow, but she threw me a look over her shoulder that made me forget how to string a sentence together. The worse thing was that when she lifted her hands to the sink, the shirt that she wore would hike up a little to expose more creamy, dark skin. I felt a strange kind of longing curl inside my stomach.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"Why?" I asked, moving up behind her. "Don't you know how sexy you look in my shirt? I could totally eat you."

To punctuate that, I twined my arms around her waist and bit the tip of her ear.

She shuddered.

"Sexy? You think I'm sexy?" She sounded shocked, but delightfully so.

"Don't play with me. You know you're sexy." I started nibbling my way down her neck.

"I'm fat."

That made me pause, then throw my head back and laugh.

"Baby, you're not fat. Hell no."

"But..."

"Shh. Trust me when I say that. I've never thought of you as fat before. You're beautiful, with all those curves. And I love the belly ring." I slid my hand under her shirt and noticed that she had stopped soaping the dishes. "When did you get it?"

"When I turned eighteen. It was something I'd wanted to do since forever. I'm glad you like it."

"I like you, baby."

"You make me tingle when you call me baby, Jess."

My mouth covered hers with a groan. She was all soft under me, so much in contrast to my hard body. Her eyelids fluttered shut as my lips rasped over hers again and again. My fingers traveled along the smooth expanse of skin under her shirt until they found the barrier of her panties. A husky laugh escaped me.

"So I didn't really tear it last night."

"No, you didn't." She turned and started rinsing her hands free of soapsuds. My hands were still on her hips, making circles on her hipbone when she turned around to face me, resting her damp hands on my sweatshirt.

"Jess... last night..." she stuttered.

"Was amazing," I finished and stole a kiss.

"No, no. I mean, yes, it was amazing, but..."

"But what?" By now, I was pushing her towards a counter.

"But, did you -- uh -- did you come?"

I lifted her onto an expanse of white marble and leaned in to nip at the delicious corner of her lip.

"Yes, I did."

I saw the relief in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry for passing out like that, without helping you to...uh..."

"That's all right. You can start making up for that right now." I wiggled my eyebrows at her. She giggled.

"Oh, and Jess, did you carry me up to the room last night?"

"Yeah." My fingers traveled around the waistline of her panties to come to rest on the curve of her ass. Slowly, so as to know she would feel it, I reached into her panties and drew a finger over one soft curve. True enough, she jerked against me.

"Was- wasn't I heavy?"

I looked into her eyes. Truth or lie? Truth or lie? Truth or lie? Lie.

"Of course not. Now, stop talking."

I slid my lips against hers again, hearing her soft sigh of pleasure. It was beautiful, this. The simple joining of lips. Her mouth was slick and hot, tasting just like coffee.

My fingers stole up her shirt to cup the bare smoothness of her breasts. She scooted forward so that she was straddling my hips, her ample breasts crushed against my much smaller ones. We moaned when we felt our nipples brush each other's and the electrifying feel of it ran through our bodies.

I released her mouth for a second, taking the time to pull the shirt over her head. Then my mouth was back on hers, searing, devouring, taking, and giving everything that I knew she wanted. My hands cradled each globe of her bountiful breasts, my thumbs swirling about the hard areolas for her pleasure. When my nails grazed the side of her breast, she jerked away from me in surprised pleasure.

I trailed kisses from the corner of her mouth to her collarbone, feeling her tense in arousal, waiting for my mouth to cover the sensitized tip of her breasts. Her fingers were tangled in the slight curls at the nape of my neck, pulling on the loose strands, as though she was begging me to suckle her.

"Jessie, hurry," she pleaded as my mouth remained on the dainty throb of her pulse, licking the spot where her heart beat faster just for me. It was an enthralling feeling to have a woman so beautiful moaning in your hands.

I slid down, trailing my hands across her sides as I did so. Then, leaning in, I began to nuzzle her breasts and the valley between them. I felt Eva shudder beneath me when my tongue lashed out to place a tiny lick on the corner of each breast.

Gradually, after I'd had my fill of nuzzling, my lips found the way to her nipples. They were rock hard, and seemed to be pouting for my attention. I grinned suddenly before taking one of the dark buds into my mouth.

She arched her back with a cry and I felt the power of satisfaction rush through me. My thumb and forefinger brushed across her other breast and she made a noise at the back of her throat that sounded like gurgling. I looked up at her, but her eyes were closed, her head thrown back. I could've sworn that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Baby?" Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at me. My mouth was still against her breast.

"Lie back."

She did, and I was greeted with the sight of her panty-clad pussy. Off came the obstruction and her smoothness was bared to my gaze. She looked so pretty, like a flower, all puffy and swollen from want.

"You're beautiful," I whispered before parting her legs with my fingers. I stroked down the length of her slit first, feeling her slick wetness coat my fingers. She moaned when I let the tip of my finger enter her and whimpered when I drew out. I repeated the process again and laughed when her inner muscles clamped tight around my finger.

Her clit was hard when I put my mouth to it, suckling it. Her scent surrounded me, surrounded us, in its muskiness as I sucked on her clit, drawing forth a symphony of pleasure. When I accompanied my sucking with a finger that thrust into her, she arched off the counter with a strangled cry. I could almost feel the pleasure building inside her, making her clamp harder and harder around my fingers.

Another finger joined in her pleasuring, pumping into her in a sensual rhythm that only both of us could move to. In and out, my fingers delved into her, creating a beautiful contrast between my tanned and her dark skin. It was a mesmerizing sight, which intensified the knot of need that had grown in me since I saw her this morning dressed only in my shirt.

I started pushing into her faster and faster until her fingers in my hair became painfully delightful and she arched into me, thrusting herself onto my hand.

"Come now, baby. Come for me," I murmured against her clit.

A hoarse cry emanated from low in her throat before her pussy muscles tightened around me like a vise, sucking me in. Her juices flooded onto my fingers, making me cry out as well. Her muscles contracted spasmodically as she rode out her orgasm.

It should have been enough, but I became greedy and nipped at her over-sensitive clit.

"Stop, Jess. I can't..." I heard her cry weakly, but I was far from listening to her. My fingers played in her pussy as my mouth worked on her clit. Before long, I had her coming apart around me again.

This time, I was satisfied and I leaned back against an adjoining counter to watch her recovery. Needless to say, I was completely aroused but I'd promised to let her do the honours of getting me off. So, I waited.

After what felt like eons to me -- but was actually a couple of minutes -- she opened her eyes and looked at me. There were tear-streaks on her face and I realized that she'd been crying again. Damn.

"Hey. You OK?" I asked when she made to get up. I slipped her off the counter and cradled her in my arms.

"I'm fine." She looked up at me with her big, innocent, dark eyes. "Jess..."

"Hmmm?"

"Why does it feel like my soul has merged with yours whenever we have sex?"

A bright, red light of warning flashed in my head. Warning: Complication Ahead. I chose to ignore it.

"I don't rightly now. Maybe you'll figure it out," I said and kissed her full on the mouth.

"Yeah. I guess I will." Her hands went around me and she hugged me to her tightly.

"Hey, I'm still waiting for my orgasm," I said after a while of silent contemplation. Eva looked up at me, a cheeky smile lighting her face.

"OK. I'll try my best, but you have to know that this is the first t-." The breath left her lungs as I scooped her up in my arms and made for the stairs, praying to whatever gods who were listening that I didn't drop her.

I didn't.

I laid her on the bed and followed her down, covering her body with mine. She giggled and spread her legs to accommodate me as I balanced myself on my forearms, looking down at her.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly swollen. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with the aftermath of two orgasms and her nipples were still pebbled and hard.

"I love these," I murmured as I let a finger trail over one of her breasts. She shuddered under me and lifted a hand to stop my finger's exploration.

"Wait," she said. "It's your turn, now." With that, she pushed me over so that I landed on my back and rose to straddle me. I didn't know if I liked the devilish spark in her eye.

"Take your clothes off," she whispered in my ear, and my fingers instantly flew to the hem of my sweatshirt. She helped me lift it up and over my head, which left me only in my shorts.

The cool air in the room hit the bareness of my stomach and breasts, making goosebumps run down my skin. The distended buds of my nipples hardened instantly, and I watched Eva watch me in wonder.

I've always been a little self-conscious of my breasts. They were small and barely rounded enough to fill someone's hands. That was the reason that I usually kept my top on during sex; there was no reason to take it off anyway. I wasn't about to get any pleasure from baring my breasts to my partner -- or so I'd thought.

But the innocent sex bomb straddling me proved me wrong. She leaned over and flicked her tongue over one hard bud, making me gasp and let out a curse. I could practically feel her smiling against my skin as I did that. Her hands were on the bed, stabilizing her as she worked on my nipples. And with each lick, each tiny bite, I felt ecstasy running through my body.

My fingers found their way into Eva's dark hair, anchoring her head to my needy breasts. A moan tore from my throat and ended on a whimper as she toyed with one pink peak, swirling it around with her tongue. She kept up at it until I was writhing under her and my fingers in her hair must've been painful.

Slowly, as though one fast move would bring us out of our world of pleasure, she spread my thighs and slid hers between mine. I gasped when her knee nudged my pussy lips, grinding the sensitive folds against the worn cotton of my shorts. She took the cue from my reaction and did it again.

"God, Eva, I -." She cut me off with a kiss, her tongue entangling with mine, my fingers cupping her jaw. She moved against me, her whole body fluidly taking us into a dance as old as time.

I'd always been someone who takes her pleasure in silence, but this time, it felt as though the world was closing in around me. Bright lights flared behind my eyelids as Eva rode me, taking me to a wild place that I realized only she could.

I tore my mouth away from hers only when I couldn't hold back. A groan erupted from my throat as the hard knot within me snapped, bringing forth a surge of pleasure that was too raw, too beautiful for me to experience alone. My hands went around Eva's back and I clasped her to me, riding out the waves of satisfaction. It had never felt so good.

We were a tangle of legs and arms when I awoke later that afternoon. Eva was cushioned against my side, her breath warm on my neck. We were both nude -- with the exception of my shorts -- with not even a sheet to cover us, and I cracked a smile at the thought of how we must have looked right then.

Without trying to wake her, I turned around to look at the clock. The digital green numbers read 3:58 P.M. Crap, I thought. We'd lost half the day.

"Eva?" I whispered after a few minutes of just watching her sleep. I could've just watched her forever; with her hair in a mess and lips parted, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

"Eva?" I called again, louder this time. She rubbed her nose against my neck and settled more comfortably into sleep.

"Eva?" I rolled her over and patted her cheek. She was awake immediately.

"Ow, Jess! Why'd you hit me?" she said, babying her cheek.

"It was the only way to wake you," I replied, leaning over to place a kiss on her pouting lips. Christ, was she adorable.

"What time is it?" she asked as she smothered a yawn.

"About four."

"What? Oh god." I watched as her eyes grew wide and she scrambled out of bed.

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked as I got out of bed and looked for a shirt. I could still feel the stickiness of my come coating the shorts that I wore. I shuddered inwardly.

"I have an assignment to hand in and I haven't started working on it yet," she explained.

"There's no need to rush. If it helps, I'll write to whoever's in charge of the attachment and tell them that I kept you busy with work through the weekend." I came to stand behind where she was tying her hair up. She was like a magnet to me, always pulling me to her wherever she was. "Besides, I want you to spend the rest of the day with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I want to take you out for dinner."

She turned to look at me with surprise and hesitant joy in her eyes. "But...that's not like you. Wait, what am I saying? I would love to go out with you." She got on her toes and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. She was smiling when she pulled away.

"What did you mean when you said it's not like me to take you to dinner?" I asked when she pulled away.

She looked sheepish. "Well, I asked about you at the office and they said you were like a female version of a player."

I had to chuckle at that. "They say that? Really? That's hilarious."

"Yes, they do. But you're so nice, Jess. I can't imagine you using anyone."

"Oh. Well." I shrugged, trying not to look guilty.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. "So where are you taking me for Valentine's dinner?"

Holy shit! I'd totally forgotten that it was V-day. And I'd just asked a girl out on a day meant for love. No wonder Eva was so surprised that I wanted to take her out. I was so surprised at myself for forgetting what day it was. OK, there was no going back now. I'd have to go through with it. Funny thing was, I wasn't panicking that I was taking a girl out on Valentine's. Surprised at myself, yes, but not panicked. It was weird. Usually, I didn't do special occasions on principle.

"Well," I said, running a hand down her arms. "There's this cute little restaurant I'd like to take you to. It's a Mexican place my friend's mother runs, and her cooking is just amazing."

"That sounds lovely."

I pulled her closer just to have her in my arms. I'd never craved bodily comfort or physical contact before, but being near her felt really, really good.

"I have to go home first, though. Feefy, my guinea pig, would be starving by now."

I smiled and kissed her forehead. "OK, I'll send you home and pick you up again later at around seven?"