I Am Not Done Yet

"Fuck!" Zevian cursed, finally giving in to her request. 

Sitting up, he removed his belt and got off her, throwing it aside before taking off his pants. His every movement filled Evelyn with both excitement and a strange, enticing fear. Her eyes widened at the sight of his member, hard and bulged in frustration. It seemed like it was hungry and angry for having been held back for too long. 

Zevian smirked at her reaction. He got on top of her again and positioned himself between her thighs. "This might hurt a bit," he warned, his voice low as he leaned close to her face. 

Evelyn looked up at him, her heart racing wildly in her chest. She gave him a nod, a silent signal that she was ready, her body burning for him already.