s: you and evan are messing with each other even though he has a fiancée.
w: cheating (obvi), sex, cursing, and etc.
something small and short.
He gently placed his hands on my waist and grasped onto it tightly, pulling me into him. My hands traveled up his back and around to his chest. He felt warm and strong. I couldn't help but let out a small sigh. We had been doing this for months now, yet every time I was in his arms, my heart raced just as much. He was the one that had initiated this little fling of ours, and even though I knew he was already with someone; I still found myself wrapped up in him whenever I could.
I guess I would be called a home wrecker if anyone knew, and I was okay with that. I was young and single, so I wasn't going to feel bad for not feeling bad. We were two adults that had decided to enjoy the pleasure that the other could offer. But he was very strict about what we were doing being just between the two of us. He didn't want his fiancée to know, nor did he want any of my friends or family to find out.
I was fine with all of his conditions. The worst case scenario is if our secret gets out and the whole world knows.
He kissed me passionately, his tongue sliding into my mouth. His hand reached under my black dress and pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He pushed me against the counter and picked me up. He sat me on the counter, and lifted my dress. His hands moved from my thighs, slowly inching their way to my center.
His lips met mine again, and he pulled away quickly, smiling at me. His fingers slipped inside of me, and my eyes closed. "Oh god..." I breathed, tilting my head back.
His other hand wrapped around the back of my neck and brought my head back up. He smirks and looks into my eyes. "Look at me," he says.
I looked up at him, his eyes never leaving mine. He slid his fingers in and out, and it was almost enough to push me over the edge. His dark eyes looked so deeply into mine, as if he were looking directly into my soul. I moaned loudly, and he smiled. His thumb brushed over my clit and my back arched. He moved faster and harder. My breathing was heavy, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach had gotten more intense. I put my hands onto his shoulders, and my body tightened.
"Oh, oh god," I whimpered, gripping the back of his neck. He continued, and my whole body shuddered. He kissed my cheek, and removed his fingers from me. I hear the sound of him removing his belt and unzipping his jeans. He pulls out his dick and puts on a condom. He pulls my body to the edge of the counter and guides himself into me. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer.
He thrusts deep inside of me, and my moans echo throughout the kitchen. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me into him. He went deeper with each thrust, and the feeling had gotten stronger.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I groaned, biting my bottom lip. He smiled and thrusted into me, harder. His body rubbed against my clit and my legs started shaking. My head tilted back, and he kissed my neck. His hips grinded against me, and it was all too much.
My walls clenched around him, and I let out a loud moan. "I'm cumming!" I cried, gripping his shoulder. His hips bucked, and he moaned, his eyes shutting tightly. He came, and we both tried to catch our breaths.
“Fuck..” he whispered, leaning over and resting his head on my shoulder. I ran my hand through his hair and kissed the side of his face.
After a few minutes, he got off of me and tossed the condom in the trash and began to put his clothes back on. I put my panties back on and jumped off the counter, pulling my dress down.
He pulled me into him and kissed me deeply. I smiled and looked up at him. He smirked and rested his forehead against mine.
"I gotta go.." he whispers, his hand caressing my cheek. I didn’t say anything, I just enjoyed the short-lasting moment. “I-I’ll call you later, okay?” I nodded slowly, feeling slightly disappointed. “I wish I could stay longer, y/n, I really wish I could..”
“You still have my key, right?” I asked.
I started walking away from him. “Lock the door on your way out.”