Evelyn is so fucking sore. She has been for the past two days now. She thought first times were supposed to be painful during the actual first time, not afterward. Her groin feels like someone smashed something into it. She would blame George but he was gentle. He did speed up toward the end but Evelyn was comfortable with that. She does not understand why she is still in pain, though.

Evelyn closes her eyes as the water hit her fast and hard. She allowed the showers tears to alleviate her pain momentarily. George is in the kitchen throwing together brunch or a very late lunch for them.

Evelyn is appreciative of that. She knows how to cook but it is obvious that George knows a bit more about the kitchen than she does. She can make simple meals and George can make full cuisines. Evelyn wonders what that boy cannot do, besides pass Organic Chemistry.

That thought made Evelyn laugh as she lathered herself for a few minutes before rinsing off. She silenced the showers hisses as she pulled back the black curtains.

Evelyn glances at herself in the mirror as she reached for a towel. Her kinky hair is already drawing into that short Afro she despises. She scanned the countertop for a headband. She has been keen on leaving a drawer full of them in George's bathroom now.

She retrieves one of those thin black headbands from the drawer and wraps it around her wrists before stretching it over her head and pushing it back into a high puff. She smiled at a perfect job well done and moves on to apply lotion to her body before finally throwing on clothes.

Evelyn has been loving George's shirts a lot more than usual these days and once again, has opted to steal his infamous black and gold university sweatshirt. She slips the sweatshirt above her sports bra before finally slipping on boy shorts panties.

When she found herself feeling satisfied with her reflection, she slowly walks out of George's bedroom and into the empty space that still should be a dining room.

George was placing two omelets on a plate when he finally looked up and noticed Evelyn. She had funny-walked herself into a barstool and was now patiently waiting to eat the delicious food George prepared for them.

"Still hurting?" He frowns, sliding her the plate.

Evelyn nods and takes the fork off of the plate.

"Not bad, bad. I just feel it." She slices the fork through one of the omelets.

George's frown did not disappear as he took his plate and slid into the barstool adjacent to Evelyn. He should have known it was Evelyn's first time. She was exceptionally tight and he thought it was normal. George was relieved the following evening - the two had slept most of the day away - to find that Evelyn did not bleed much.

George figured she must have broken her hymen earlier in her lifetime, which means he only scarred her a little. This made George feel a lot better about deflowering Evelyn. She was crying mainly from pleasure and not pain. That truly made George feel good.

"I'm sorry, but it's normal." George sighs, slicing into his own omelet.

"Don't get all sappy on me now asshole. I'm fine. I feel good." Evelyn announced between chews. "I want to do it again actually." She announces seconds later.

George nearly choked on the omelet he was working on in his mouth. He had swallowed a little too harshly because of Evelyn's words. She wanted to do it again. It being sex. She wanted to have sex again. Evelyn Williams wanted to have sex with George Mills, again.

George had to bite back the shit eating grin that was threatening his lips. If Evelyn was trying to stroke George's ego, she was definitely doing a great job. Hell, George would agree to her stroking other things if she asked him.

George took another bite of his omelet and carefully chewed. He wants to say, yes. He needs to say, yes. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about how wet Evelyn was. He could not stop thinking about how his name dripped from her lips like honey from the beautiful comb as he fought with her tightness.

He definitely could not stop thinking about how she tasted. The girl was a clean eater for the most part and the evidence was in her nectar. She was a little salty but was still heavenly sweet nonetheless.

George wants nothing more than to try it again. He wants nothing more than to have Evelyn laying below him again while he surrendered himself. He just could not do that.

For some reason, sex with Evelyn makes him vulnerable. He wants to tell her everything. Everything. He feels like a bitch but he knows it comes with the territory. He is falling so fucking hard for Evelyn and he knows it will be only moments before he finally hits the ground, hard.

George does not want that. He does not want that at all. He just wants to enjoy his time with Evelyn and forget about labels and even developing emotions but sex had to be out of the question for him, at least for now.

"So you're denying me again?" Evelyn stood in front of George, blocking the television.

George rolls his eyes and leans the opposite of Evelyn just in time to see Jerry whack Tom in the head with an enormous mallet. Tom's eyes were bulging out of his head when Evelyn blocked his escape, too.

George sighed and avoided eye contact. After ignoring her for most of their breakfast, Evelyn decided that she was not going to rest until she received a clear answer from George. She did not understand why he did not want to have sex again. She thought they were on the same page about how amazing it was.

She even had the sick thought that most guys would readily jump her bones again and for a moment, she wanted George to be one of those insensitive assholes and jump her bones again. She is frustrated and needs answers.

"Why won't you have sex with me!" She suddenly snaps.

She had watched him shrug before she snapped and she was on the verge of slapping the emotionless expression clean off his face when he didn't reply. George is being difficult and she wants to know why.

Evelyn inhales deeply and walks up to George. She stands between his legs and squats down. She wants him to look her in the eye and answer her. George didn't even so much as blink when she squatted.

Evelyn huffs before glancing at his black sweats. She had an idea to make him talk and if she is correct about the saying that men think with "one head" ninety percent of the time, then she was going to make George sing her the answers she wants.

"Evelyn, what are you doing?" George had finally caught on.

He noticed a little too late as Evelyn's hand had already slipped into his sweats before she stood to lean over him. She held her weight with one arm adjacent to George's head against the couch. She looks him dead in the eyes before leaning into his ear.

"I want you to come for me, George. I want to hear you breaking to pieces you asshole." She whispers, pecking his earlobe before gently taking it between her teeth. "Understand?"

George cursed through gritted teeth when she gripped him. He wrapped his hand around Evelyn's wrists when she pushed her hand down his length. He is already firm and pulsing and was fighting hard not to enjoy the feeling.

"Ev, stop. Please." George whimpers.

Evelyn lifts up but never releases George. She rubs her thumb around the head and steals his lips. She pressed her lips against his hard. Their teeth touched for a moment before she slithered her tongue into George's warm mouth. He tasted good. He tasted like George T. Mills - the asshole.

"Do you like how this feels, baby?" She spoke softly against his lips.

She moved her hand before dragging it down hastily. That drove George crazy. He couldn't find his words when she went back to torturing his sensitive head. He almost lost it when she moaned about tasting him. George knew he was a goner. He will sing like a canary if Evelyn asked him to.

"Are you close yet, George?" She whispers.

George jerks and his grip on her wrist tightens. He wanted to stop her but his wrist only guided her hand down further against him. George knew it was a sick idea to help her tear him apart, but the pleasure felt too good to deny.

"Evelyn... Fuck, Evelyn." George is close, so damn close.

Evelyn could sense it, too. She almost felt bad when she released him quickly and moved her hand to George's waist. She smiled while he whimpered. She played with the little pubic hair on his shaft and kissed him.

"My turn." She whispers against his lips.

George didn't have time to process what she said but got the picture when she stood up and stripped herself. He felt Deja vu all over again. She looks so God damn beautiful.

George swallowed hard as he took every inch of her in. From the dips and lines of her neck and shoulder to the outlining of that sweet bud of hers. She truly looked like a dark chocolate goddess offering herself to an undeserving peasant.

George's lips ran dry as he blindly removed his sweats. His eyes never left hers. He couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away.

Evelyn smiled as she stepped up to George. In this moment he looks so handsome and inviting. She could even say that he also looks, dare she say it? Vulnerable.

His full lips are parted. His sparkling greenish-blue eyes were swirling with unreadable emotions. His soft mane of dark tresses is a nest of wonder on his head. Still, he looks absolutely wonderful.

Without giving him another word or even allowing him a word, her body finds its rightful place; straddling George as her lips make up for every fallen word. The churning in Evelyn's stomach drives the insanity within her actions. This man does so much to her.

She needs him.

"Is this okay?" She mumbles between kisses.

Cornered between meeting Evelyn's lips, kiss for kiss and trying to jog his own memory of how to form words coherently, George groans aloud before forcing himself to pull away for air.

"Fuck yeah." He finally responds, only maintaining a few seconds of air before she steals his lips again.

His palms make themselves comfortable on Evelyn's lower back, falling gradually as he began to slowly rock them. Once they find their acclaimed place on Evelyn's bare ass, she let out a quickly silenced moan. George was returning the torture.

"You sure?" She interrupts again.

"Promise I am." He matches her hasty questions.

With that knowledge, Evelyn loses her hands in his auburn mane, moaning at his curious fingers as they roamed and groped her ass.

"George?"

"Hm?" He hums against her neck, his teeth making a snack of it as his kisses linger.

"I want you so fucking badly." Evelyn moans, already finding her hands tugging at his hair.

She loves his fucking hair.

George lets out another deeply rooted groan. Words are lost between their pleasant frustration, burning kisses and longing touches being the sovereignty language to speak.

This is heaven for the both of them.

"I know, amor. Me too..." He growls, his greedy hand slipping between them, skillfully finding Evelyn's bud.

"Oh God..." She mews, burrowing her head into his opened neck.

Her hips instantaneously move along his presented rhythm.

"You're so fucking wet. How are you already so fucking wet?" George growls, moving his hand expeditiously until two slender fingers found her core.

Evelyn didn't know how to describe how she is feeling. Heaven on earth, beloved paradise, ecstasy? No, those would not do this moment any justice. Ravishing? Oh yes, ravishing.

The unkempt desire of want and need is a power within itself. She absolutely loves it. Never had she ever realized how much she has desired this. How much she needs this closeness she has right now. George is the reason for it all.

His tongue graces the outline of Evelyn's jaw, his sweet whispers plague her ear - she needs more.

Those two slender fingers make themselves at home, causing her to crumble on the inside until finally, she combusted, biting into George's exposed shoulder as a means to silence herself.

Even then he doesn't stop.

Releasing a painfully pleasant groan, George continues mercilessly, whispering encouragement "for just one more, amor," Evelyn's body happily obliged. She felt as if her body had a mind of it's on.

She held on for another power trip, returning weak moans as a reward to George's efforts.

"Baby... I-I can't...." She finally whimpers, quickly returning to her burrow in his neck.

George ignores her and continues.

His fingers played mercilessly with Evelyn's core, leaving to play with her folds just to distract her before their inevitable return.

It isn't until Evelyn is quaking and damn nearing crying for mercy that he whispers one last thing: "Let me have it, amor,"

That was everything Evelyn needed for her body to fully convulse and call off the pleasurable torture.

"Damn, Evelyn." He smirks, retrieving his hand. "You're so fucking wet, love."

Evelyn watched him breathlessly. Her eyes followed his every movement as he raises that same hand to his lips. It didn't even help that his emerald eyes were fully concentrated on hers. George is a fucking tease.

She didn't have time to scowl at him, though. When George takes his time to lick and suck on every single one of his fingers - moaning out in satisfaction - Evelyn almost creamed herself again and forgot why she was even thinking about scowling at him in the first place.

George T. Mills - the asshole, will be the death of her.

"You taste just as good as you feel." He groans, licking his lips, slowly to emphasize his point.

Evelyn whimpered. The heat between her legs was going to kill her before George does. She is pulsing and only wants him to cut to the chase.

"I've never said this in my life..." Evelyn pants as she cups George's jaw gently. "But George Mills, I need you to fuck me okay?"

George smiled and leaned into Evelyn to steal her lips. The two kissed briefly before he pulled away.

"I'm gonna fuck Evelyn Williams until she sees stars in her eyes." He smiles. "Then galaxies." He whispers against her lips.

Evelyn didn't have time respond before George's hands were on her hips again. He guides her onto him with steady hands.

George whispers a caged groan as Evelyn adjusted herself before finding her settlement pleasing.

"Oh..." She finally gasps, falling onto George completely.

Sinking back into his world, after a two-day hiatus felt mesmerizing to Evelyn. All of those familiar emotions were already brewing inside her. There is no time for mercy on this ride. Her body had taken control and there was no way out.

George watched in calm agony as Evelyn rocked her hips steadily. He bit down on his bottom lip when she tossed her head back as her eyes rolled back. She has a tenacious grip on his shoulders. She looks so fucking stunning.

George promised that Evelyn would see stars in her eyes. She wasn't seeing stars, she was looking at the whole fucking galaxy. Not because her eyes were closed, but because they were locked with George's.

Evelyn whimpered George's name over and over, sounding like a broken record stuck on repeat. Evelyn didn't care, though. She needs George to know the way he fills her is something beyond her.

Then there are his grunts. Those damned beautiful growls of passion that makes her fall apart completely. Evelyn is a victim of George's assault and a very proud one at that.

"God, Ev..." He whimpers, pressing into Evelyn's back firmly, guiding her with his quickening pace.

"Oh! Fuck!" Evelyn finally jerks still being carried along his rhythm, her forehead securely tucked in his neck.

Evelyn is beginning to feel limber but she is too stubborn to give up. She wants to ride this out with George.

George thrusts upwards while Evelyn grinds downward. Every silenced moan only worsened the clawing of George's shoulders and arms. George's breathy grunts are the cause of a quaking Evelyn.

"George... Geor--"

George slants his lips over Evelyn's before it happens.

His warmth fills her and his animalistic groan lifts her higher. The two fall limpid as their foreheads meet.

Evelyn could feel their hearts fighting for release in their chests. She wondered if George could feel it, too. She needs him to feel it, too.

Their bodies mold into each other with the satisfaction of a release well earned.

George allows himself to catch a breath before leaning up and steals Evelyn's lips. He closes his eyes as he drank her lips. Evelyn moaned, enjoying the lasting taste of herself.

When the moment is over, the two stare at each other silently. Their heart beats are violent but still no match for the silent words being exchanged. They didn't have to utter a word to translate what they were feeling. Words are trivial but the meaning is there and for some reason, the meaning no longer scared neither one of them.

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