Eva Part 1

Eva Lovia wrote her first book and watched it sit on the bestseller list for a year. Her publisher wanted another. She had nothing left. One night Jean Val Jean walked in and the block broke. He put his hands on her, slow, like he had all the time in the world. She felt every press of his fingers through the thin robe, the warmth of his palm against the small of her back. He pushed the fabric off her shoulder. It slid to her elbow. His mouth followed. She tasted salt on his neck when she kissed him there. He lifted her onto the table. The wood felt cool under her thighs. He spread her knees and leaned in. His tongue moved in one long, wet line, then again, slower. She pressed her hips toward him. He slid two fingers inside her while he kept his mouth on her clit, sucking gently, never rushing. She reached down and held the back of his head. Her breathing got loud in the quiet room. He stood, pushed his jeans down, and eased into her, inch by inch, until she took all of him. She locked her ankles behind his back. He moved steady, deep, skin meeting skin with a soft, wet sound each time. Sweat ran between her breasts. She came hard, shaking, nails digging into his shoulders. He kept thrusting through it until he pulled out and finished on her stomach. She lay there, catching her breath, already seeing the next chapter take shape in her head.