Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 36: I Forgive You

(Picture of America's Ass Above *WARNING: very sexual content below! Read if you can stomach it and not puke.*)

When I got up this morning, it took me 20 minutes to put in the damn contacts. I hate them so much. Finger to eye contact makes me want to puke.
I smelled pancakes cooking in the kitchen. I got dressed and walked to the kitchen to find Evan cooking exactly pancakes! This is a bribe. He knows my favorite breakfast meal is pancakes. When Evan sees me, his lips form a small smile. He's so much more sexy with his hair all messy and his grey sweatpants—stop Brooke. Don't even go there.
"Hey, Baby." Evan says tiredly, his deep voice deeper. "I made your favorite."
My fingers lightly brush against the kitchen counter. "Mmmmhhmmm."
"Sit down, it's almost ready." This is a bribe to get me to forgive him. "Go on."
I do as I'm told, considering he's not only my fiancé, but also my boss. I sit down at the table and scroll through Pinterest at wedding ideas. I like the green and pink theme. Woodsy outdoorsy type of wedding. Evan puts the plate of HUGE pancakes in front of me.
Right before Evan turns away to get his plate, his arm wraps around me and he squeezes hugs me from the side, kissing my cheek. I can't fight the smile that dances on my lips. As Evan walks back to the stove, I can't help but stare at his butt. I don't care if it's kind of small, it's mine! And I could stare at it all day long.
Evan catches me staring. "What are you staring at?"
I begin to tear the pancakes with my hands into small pieces. "Just your small ass."

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So I didn't eat much of my breakfast. Yeah, I know! I usually eat like four pancakes but I wasn't feeling it today. Through Evan's thin white shirt, I could see his muscular chest. I bite my lip at the thought. I force myself to look away or I'll drool all over my wasted pancakes.
As I start to clean up the table and dishes, Evan stops me.
"I'll do that, go sit your cute ass down on the couch. You need to rest after what happened yesterday." Mmhhmm, sure Evan. Sure. "Go on."
Evan's quite bossy today! Telling me what to do and to "go on". And to make things worst, it makes me squirm in my seat even more. God, my sexual impulses and youthful hormones are driving me up the wall right now. So I do as I'm told and obey Evan. I go and plop down on the couch, turning on the tv to the football channel. It's Sunday. I wonder if the guys are coming over.
"Are the guys coming over to watch football?" I ask, "Because I can just go home if they're coming."
"No, it's just us." Evan begins to do the dishes.
"Where's Chase?" I look around confused.
"Drew took him for the day. He's having guy trouble." he looks so exhausted.
Why are guys more attractive when they're tired? His messy hair and grey sweatpants and bulging muscles as he washes the dishes—CONTROL YOURSELF WOMAN! I sit up straighter, being tortured by the beautiful sight I call my Baby.
When Evan finishes the dishes, he comes over and sits down next to me. He lets out a loud sigh, sounding more like a painful groan. I try not to stare at the outline on his sweatpants as he gets comfortable. He opens his legs and lays back, remote in one hand and an arm around the neck part of my spot on the couch. God, I cannot contain myself any longer.
"Baby..." I say desperately.
When Evan turns to me, I go in and kiss him slowly. At first he doesn't do anything but then he holds the side of my face as I hold onto his thick neck and broad shoulders. The sound of our lips smacking and the hard breathing while trying to continue our kiss just makes it so much more worst on my hormones.
I let Evan go for a moment, climbing onto his lap. Straddling his lap. I bite my smiling lips as my eyes focus on his thinner ones. Evan puts his hands on my waist and then they move to my ass, which he firmly squeezes. I quickly go in and continue our kiss, quickening the pace of our kiss. One hand holds his neck while other holds into his broad shoulder. I forcefully push my tongue (i'm sorry) through his lips. Evan's hand shoots up to the back of my neck and he holds me steady as we deep French kiss. He begins lightly grunting (🤣) as the kiss reaches its highest peak. I moan into the kiss, feeling his strong hands hold me in place. Then I feel his manhood stiffen beneath me.
I slowly pull away, our lips not wanting to separate but both desperate for air. Evan leans in once more right before I have the chance to fully pull away from his lips. He pecks my lips. I run my hand through Evan's light brown hair, seeing a gray hair or two here and there. Those blue eyes of his stare at me glossily. My hands slowly feel their way down his shoulders and to his chest and abs. His manhood gets even more stiff. That's when I have a delicious idea.
I quickly climb down from Evan's lap, his hands trying their best to not let me get too far from his reach. I get down on my knees between his legs. He gives me a confused expression but I just arch a brow and bite my lip at the thought of something he's only asked me to do once. And that was when we first started having sex. My hands find themselves tugging his sweatpants down to his ankles, his blue underwear the only thing in my way now. I bite my lip as I grin at the thought of his reaction. I don't dare look at him now, because I would get too nervous and chicken out. I then tug his briefs down—HOLY SHIT!

~~~~*after blowjob*~~~~

I wipe my lips clean with my tongue and fingers. It got kind of messy when some of it began coming out of the corner of my mouth. Evan made me look up at him while I was half way through with our fantastic oral sex. His face was priceless when I swallowed. His eyes, already wide, got wider and his mouth formed a perfect 'O'.
I plop down beside Evan on the couch as he pulls his underwear and sweatpants up. He pants and lightly groans, running a shaky hand through his hair.
"Fuck." Evan says softly, his face still in shock.
"You've said that already." I sit criss-cross-apple-sauce, "Moaned that the whole time, actually."
"I think you bruised my balls." He groans loudly, squirming in his seat.
I roll my eyes at him. "Oh, you're breaking my heart."
"Damn, I love you, Princess." He says to me, those blue eyes wide and soft like.
"I love you too." I kiss his cheek, "And I forgive you, you asshole."