21. Oliver

Before I can even breathe again, a few more months have passed. It seems like just yesterday, Eva came into our lives, but now she's become more and more pregnant with each passing day.

Declan keeps coming around, trying to act like he's interested in the progress on the manor, but we get the feeling he's trying to get Eva alone again, misguidedly thinking that she's got anything to do with the changes we've been making.

"Would you like to go to the bookstore with me tomorrow?" I offer, approaching Eva one day after her latest prenatal appointment.

She glances up, catching my eye with a basket of laundry on her hip, belly peeking out from behind it. "I can't… sorry," she apologizes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Fitz has me helping him with some renovations to the library."

"You're not moving things, are you?" I ask, alarm rising.

"No, I'm on cleaning duty," she reassures me.

Even though things have shifted between us, Eva still finds reasons to keep us at a distance. I don't blame her. After everything we put her through, she's been reluctant to trust us.

She still accepts us into her bed at night, though, still shows us the passionate side of her, the wild side.

It's the closest we're getting to her right now, and I have to accept that.

"Another time, then?" I offer.

"Sure," she says, shifting on her feet. "Sorry, I've got laundry to do. I'll see you around, Oliver, sir."

Frustration courses through me, and I run a hand through my hair. I know I have no right to her, but I hate being dismissed so easily. My ire rises, and I reach out, gripping her wrist before she can get away.

"Tonight," I growl. "I'm coming to your bed tonight."

Her eyes catch mine, and I see the heat there, the desire.

"I'll see you later, then," she whispers, giving me a sultry look before escaping my grasp.

The rest of the day, I feel restless, almost manic as I try to complete my work. All I can think about is the dark promise that tonight will bring.

Stealing away late in the night, I knock softly on Eva's door before slipping inside.

She's sitting up in her bed, reading one of the books I gave her. She shuts it softly and puts it on the side table, standing up.

She's got on a white lace bra that shows the outline of her nipples and a pair of matching lace panties that tie at the sides. Over the top is a sheer, white robe that hangs off one shoulder, open to display the belly that's growing the baby inside her. Her hair is down in gentle waves, framing her face.

"Temptress," I growl out, pulling her toward me to press an insistent kiss to her mouth. Eva yields to my mouth easily, accepting the kiss with a soft sigh.

My hands tangle in her hair as I kiss her, careful to avoid her belly as we continue to kiss, our tongues tangling in her mouth. She tastes minty, like toothpaste, and smells sweet, like a floral garden.

We break apart, and I pick her up, sitting her down on the bed, mouths never leaving each other for even a second. I want her. I want to touch her, taste her, tease her.

Before I can get my hands on her, Eva surprises me by pushing me away. "I want to taste you," she says, nearly breathless.

"Are you sure?" I ask, concerned about her being on her knees at this stage.

"If you lie back on the bed, I can get between your legs," she suggests, trailing a hand down my chest.

I bite my lip, wanting nothing more than to touch her, but the idea of her submitting herself before me is appealing in a way I hadn't considered. Nodding, I climb onto the bed, settling myself against her pillows.

She moves and gets between my thighs, licking her lips as she pulls my sleep pants and underwear off, then reaches up and tugs off my shirt.

Without warning, she bends down and gets her mouth around me, flicking her tongue against the slit. I'm already hard for her, leaking precum and ready. The sensation is electric, and I rest my hands in her hair, taking a handful into my fist.

She slides down my length, tongue rubbing against the underside as she swallows around me, ripping a moan from my throat. "Fuck," I whisper, tugging at her hair. This seems to spur her on because she begins bobbing her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks to suck on my shaft.

My head falls back as I lose myself in the sensations of her warm, wet mouth around me. I stroke my fingers through her silky strands as she continues to move up and down, hand coming down to tease my taint, rubbing insistently there, enough to send white-hot pleasure shooting down my spine.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna…" I whisper, pulling her off. "I'm not ready yet. I want to be inside you," I tell her. "Naughty girl. Who taught you this?"

"You, sir," she whispers, winking at me. I groan and pull her up toward me, straightening my legs so she's seated on top of me. Mindful of her belly, I position her so she's seated in my lap, lining myself up and sinking into her wet folds. My knees bend enough to give her a comfortable place to sit, her thighs on either side of my torso.

This gives me a nice view of her body. Her belly is hanging round and full now, her breasts heavy and nipples more prominent, taking on a duskier hue. She looks like a goddess from here, and the best part is I have full control this way.

"Oh, God, Oliver," she moans as I begin to flex my hips up and down, reaching out with one hand to cup one breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. It stiffens under my touch and she shivers.

Rocking my hips, I reach down with my hand to tease along her clit, sending another shiver through her body. "Fuck," she curses, throwing her head back. I love the angle of this position. I can get so deep inside her.

"You feel so good," she whispers, leaning on her hands as I gently toy with her clit, pinching and twisting it as my body continues to move, pumping inside her over and over again.

"Don't stop," Eva whines, her own body rocking against mine at the same time now, the two of us finding a rhythm as we come together, fall apart, and come together once again in a dance as old as time.

I love watching the way she loses herself like this, eyes rolling back in her head, moans escaping from her lips, face flushed with desire as our bodies rock into each other. My fingers move faster, teasing and circling her bud over and over, and she leans further back, allowing me to push deeper into her.

"Fuck!" Eva curses again, body tensing up. "I'm… I'm close, Oliver!"

I love the way my name sounds falling from her lips. "Say my name," I order her, thrusting harder.

"Oliver!" she cries out. "Oliver!"

She tenses around me, coming apart at the seams under my hands, silky walls tightening around me to the point that I feel myself releasing as well, a long, low groan escaping me.

"Evangeline." I say her name like a prayer of devotion as I come down from my high. She's still riding me, so I push her forward, lifting her to turn her around. "Get on your hands and knees," I order.

She obeys, facing the opposite end of the room as I kneel, bending down to lick into her cunt, flicking my tongue over her clit. My fingers find their way into her entrance, stuffing two inside at once.

She's shaking as I finger her, continuing my assault with my tongue and lips. Narrowing my focus to the tiny bud, I suck hard, and she bucks against me, crying out as she falls over the edge a second time.

"Oh, God, fuck, Oliver," she whines. "Oh, God."

I know that Eva can take it, and I'm not done with her yet. My cock has started to fill out once again, so this time, I line myself up behind her and push inside, then lean back against the pillows so Eva is on my lap once more, facing away from me.

"I want you to bounce yourself on my lap," I tell her. "Come on, you can do it."

She starts moving, hips bucking wildly as she bounces up and down. I reach forward and grab handfuls of her tits, squeezing and caressing them as I whisper filthy things into her ear.

"I'm going to mark you up with my cum," I whisper. "I'm going to paint you with it. Daddy is going to fuck you so good, baby doll. I'm going to fuck you until you can't come anymore."

With a loud shout, Eva comes a third time, and I grip her hips under my hands tightly, brutally fucking into her for a few seconds before shoving her down hard on my cock, coming once again.

This time, we're both spent, so when Eva gets up to get something to clean us up, I feel the exhaustion creep in. When she comes back, I feel myself starting to drift off.

"Stay," she whispers, tucking herself in front of me once she's done cleaning up.

"Okay," I whisper back, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her neck.

As I drift off, I wonder if I'm starting to feel something more for Eva. Am I falling in love with her?