Zaccaro

it is, is envious of your beauty. They’re surveying those perfect nipples plastered against the wall.” He reaches around and toys with my clit, “They’ve eyed the beautiful mound of your soft pussy, not like I’ve eyed the lustrousness of it though. They’re wishing they were handling you but your come is glossed all over my dick.”
“I don’t… I don’t care, Evan. I just want you to fuck me.” I beg as his cock caresses my body ever so softly. In and out, so very slowly, gauging exactly where my g-spot is. Then Evan gives a hard thrust.
“Yes!”
“What’s my name, beautiful?” Another hard thrust brings tears to my eyes.
“Yes, yes! Don’t stop!” I gasp.
“Reese,” Evan toys with my clit once more, his words glide against the silky flesh patch behind my ear as he commands, “Say my name, beautiful.”
I begin to pant, beg, plead, “Evan, please…”
I shiver in anticipation as his member slides out of me, then slams in me once more. Moaning with the need to be fucked hard and fast, I lose myself as Evan slides his palms up and down my back, manipulating the muscles along my spine. My lower back arches. He cups my ass and gives another thrust. A jolt zips through my body.
“God, your pussy is soaked,” Evan hisses through gritted teeth. I’m in sheer heaven as his muscle stretches my insides with each drive. Tilting my hips as much as I can, I welcome the depth of his long, thick cock. Then Evan stays there. His dick living within my wet walls. My breaths are ragged against the glass window. Perspiration fogging and evaporating. Lips chilled by the touch of the glass.
As his arms wrap around me, chest against my back, I feel his wild heartbeat pound against me. Thank God my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. I am unable to speak the words. I love you, Evan. Every single word is a lie, a lie I’ve never said, but they’re fitting words for this moment. They’re peppered with my thanks and awe.
It has to be the sex. I bite my lip as Evan continues with the deep penetration. He’s incited nerve endings I had no idea even existed. Now his stomach is slapping against my ass, as he fucks me harder. The friction of his cock going in and out, ever so quickly, and the tunneling of the head of his cock back into my body makes me scream his name. “EVAN!”
“Fuck,” he slams into me. Evan’s words are colorful, primitive, and not auditory as we convulse. I literally shatter, while we give into one last orgasm.
Tonight Evan had carried my body to bed. I’d wanted the continual, crazy sex that we had on our supposed ‘one-night stand.’ I craved the hard fuck, the de-stresser he is such a guru at providing.
Somehow, we just lie in bed, molded into each other. The sheets from a few days ago have been replaced by royal blue ones. The fresh linen scent entwines with the taste of our sex mingling together. Evan’s fingertips brush lightly over the side curve of my breast, down my waist, to my hip. My mind is on alert, not in a tensed type of way, it's just encouraging my heart to come alive, to recall what it feels like to fall in love. No, that can't be true, why would my heart turn traitor to reality? This man’s life is perfect, he saves people… So yeah, I’m the stupid one. So used to saving myself, my mother, and being strong. Now, I stupidly enjoy this untouchable man. Where I'm from, there's no such thing as a hero…
I don’t know how long he’s been caressing my skin. The heaviness of my eyelids ceases as Evan’s words pull me back from the tranquil slumber.
“You’re so soft, so sweet,” he murmurs against my ear.
I turn around and snuggle up beside him. My eyes search his soft brown ones. “You always say I’m so sweet.”
“Are you taking offense to it?” Evan kisses my forehead.
My mouth opens. Just the mention of Milo Gianni Benincassa’s name would rectify any confusion of me being ‘sweet.’ And I don’t want that, I want what we have, this is perfect. Whatever this is, no-strings attached.
Evan’s lips sweep over my forehead. “You smell like sugar, or vanilla, or chocolate, or some other form of sweets, Reese. Every single moment in your presence, I just want to devour your entire body.”
His growl makes me tingle in delight.
“Well in that case, I better run. You sound like The Big Bad Wolf.” I chuckle as Evan nips at me. “What big teeth you have…” I say, quoting The Little Red Riding Hood.
“The better to eat you, my dear–no wait, that sounds too fucking corny. You’re turning me into one of those lame-types.” He chuckles pulling me onto him.
Evan is this mixture of bad, good. His strength tells the story of a man who’s had to pull the trigger, but not like my father, not in vain, not on a power trip.
He simply is the hero I’ve never known I needed.
God, does he understand how much I need a dorky-dufus date?

10
Evan
High pitched, tiny voices clash against each other and travel toward my bed. And the subsequent laughter, Reese’s silky, uninhibited laughter, has my dick saluting her. I turn over onto my side, and glance across my vast studio apartment. Reese is leaning against the kitchen counter, head back, with a hearty laugh. She’s watching the flat-screen that’s bolted cater-cornered near the wall stove.
I think hard, I've had to interview children on occasion. Though it's something I detest, children and questioning, I know this cartoon. PJ Masks is all the rave these days. When I made Detective 1, Dora the Explorer was hot shit, so I had to quickly cram a few episodes of that in. SpongeBob SquarePants had me pausing from taking notes to laugh. Now, it’s all about the PJ Masks. Don't even know when and how,