Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 29: Looking Good, Gorgeous

(Picture of Evan Above *WARNING: some sexual content ahead*)

My back is pressed hard against my king sized bed. Evan is on his hands and knees above me, my legs are wrapped around his waist. We hungrily makeout (I apologize if this word grosses you out). His massive, veiny hands placed on the bed beside my body as he deepens are kiss hungrily. I moan into the kiss, wanting to get the best part quickly. But I won't dare rush Evan. It'll be worth the wait.
Evan pulls my shirt and pajama bottoms off, leaving me in just my underwear. Now his turn... I tug at his sweatshirt. He takes it off his sweatshirt immediately and attaches our lips and begins (i'm sorry) to grind on me hard. I moan loudly as Evan does this, holding onto his broad shoulders. He begins to pull his sweatpants down. God, I can't wait to see what that happy trail leads to.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! NO NO NO NO NO NO!" Evan begins screaming, scaring
me. "No, God! Fuck, why?"
I'm so confused. Why the hell did he just scream? What did I miss? Then I feel it through his briefs. Damn it! I should of rushed him while I still had him!
I rub my hand on his chest, trying to comfort him. "Oh, Baby that's okay. It happens."
This has only happened twice before, and Evan still gets embarrassed. All because he gets a little too excited before the fun actually happens. It happens, I'm sure, to every guy at least twice in his life, maybe more. Evan shakes his head, tears falling down his face.
"God, I ruined it." He cries softly, sniffing. "I'm so sorry Princess."
I kiss his cheek tenderly. "It's okay, Honey. Don't worry about it."
Evan gets up and takes his briefs off. I blush at the beautiful sight that I see, biting my lip. I almost had him. His briefs have a milky (i'm sorry if you like milk) wet spot on his penis pouch. Evan goes into my bathroom and cleans himself up with a rag.
I go to my dresser and get out the boxers that I bought at Ben's Place (men's clothes place). What? Boxers are comfy to sleep in! Well, they are. Anyways, they are just baggy enough on me that I pick the cutest pair I have. The pink one with food on it. Yummy to cover his yummy yummy. I giggle at my perverted thought.
As Evan walks in, gorgeously naked and pale and muscular and gorgeously naked, I throw him the pink boxers. He gives me an arched brow as he holds them up.
"Should I be worried?" Evan says concerned.
I roll my eyes at him. "Boxers are comfy to sleep in. It's a known fact."
Evan smirks, slipping them on. Damn, he looks cute in pink too. He stands there uncomfortably and then looks at me with a wince like expression.
"Yeah, no." He strips again, "Got any more of your secret boyfriends underwear in there?"
"Ha ha you think you're so funny." I say annoyed, "Here, you big Baby."
I toss him the most boring ones I have. They're just grey but extra soft on the outside. But HOT DAMN, he looks good in them too! I bite my lip at how he fits in them.
"Um, Princess, what do you think you're looking at?" Evan says with a sly smirk. "Because my eyes are up here."
"Looking good gorgeous." I wink at him, "Do you have to leave?"
"Unless you don't want me to." He sits on the bed, rubbing my ass.
I think for a moment, wanting to tease him. "Oh I want you too. BADLY. But I don't think my new boss would like it considering it's my first day tomorrow."
Evan smirks, shrugging. "He may just let you sleep in. Who knows? He may take a personal day off to be with his beautiful fiancé."
I giggle, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his shoulder. I kiss his tattoo of his zodiac sign, the Taurus aka the Bull, on his bicep. I don't want him to go. But I know we have to go to work tomorrow.
"I'll see you tomorrow." I kiss his cheek.
Evan smiles and gives my temple a fierce kiss. He stands and gets dressed. He blows me one last kiss before we leaves my apartment. I miss him already.