"Whaaat… are you doing?" she screeched in panic when Logan invaded her. "Loosening you up. You're so tight. Are you a virgin?" Logan asked, probing his way farther into her canal. "What? No, no, of course not," Evonne lied, shaking her head. All that heat, all that moisture radiating from the space where Logan's finger had delved, it filled her to the core.
I'm already halfway, though. If Ulysses found out now that I'm a virgin, there's no telling if he might reverse the process and stop the deal. I must get his sperm. "Okay then, just relax. You're going to enjoy this. I never disappoint my lovers." Lovers! Evonne thought.
Of course, Ulysses would have previous lovers. He wasn't in love with her. She just wanted his sperm. So why did she feel like smashing his head against the headboard and stomping on his body until he yelled for mercy? Still, even if her heart wanted to do just that, it did irk her that she found out too late that he had previous lovers when she thought he was a pure man.
A bit too late now to turn back the clock since you're already in the middle of doing it. Oh, what the hell? What was Ulysses doing now, feeling her hips? This was just too much. Way too much for her to handle. She could hardly breathe, and her heart was beating so loud she was sure even the people downstairs could hear it.
When was this seduction going to finish and the transaction going to take place? She didn't know how much longer she would last at the rate she was going now. Ulysses was still feeling her lips, collarbone, hips, and her forbidden canal.
It was driving her crazy. And her heart was doing that stupid crazy dance again. "Just do it," Evonne puffed when Logan's finger drove deeper into her core. She was twisting all over. "All right, baby, but let me just get the condom out first," he said, getting off her again, but he was caught by Evonne before he could move. "Condoms? No, no condoms," Evonne yelled.
If Ulysses wore his condom, how was she going to get that sperm? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She couldn't afford to lose that sperm. "But, baby, I practice safe sex," Logan said. "I… I already take contraception so it's fine," she lied. If Ulysses could see her now, her face would bloom redder than a tomato.
"I think it would still be safer to wear a condom." Logan stood his ground.
"Please, I'm desperate. I want you now," Evonne said, and because it felt like Ulysses wouldn't budge, she pulled him over her body again and kissed him on the lips.
Dear Lord, how could she say this? Evonne was mortified with herself. But for the sake of her baby, she must let Ulysses forget all about the condom. "If you're sure, baby, then here goes. Hold on tight because I'm gonna give you a ride you will never forget," Logan said, then laced Evonne's fingers together around his neck, making sure she had a firm grip.
Then he plunged in. And Evonne felt her breath knocked out yet again. "Baby, are you okay?" Logan asked in concern. "You're so tight. Do you want me to take it out?" "No!" Evonne shouted in Logan's ear.
If Ulysses took it out now, then how was she to make sure his sperm traveled to her egg? "Just do what you have to do," Evonne demanded through gritted teeth, bearing the pain and all. Dear Lord, how could people enjoy sex? The process itself was so painful.
But she must endure this for the sake of her baby. "All right, baby here goes." Then Logan started to move forward, slowly pushing in and out. Each time Logan moved, she felt a little tension release. Then when his "snake" was all in, he started the process all over again, but this time instead of pain, there was a tingling mixture of pleasure.
A little butterfly started fluttering around in her stomach and with more movements, there were more butterflies. Evonne closed her eyes, too embarrassed and shy for feeling this way.
The pain, the thrill, the excitement were all centered on that spot. Even the painting of the rose petals displayed on the wall seemed to hide shyly from the low beam of light when both the occupants had their bodies locked in their tight embrace.
With each stroke, Evonne felt like she was traveling higher and higher into the clouds, her body writhing from within until both felt like they were floating in midair, their bodies wrapped around each other's legs and arms tangling together.
For Evonne, the moment of client James came when she saw a flash of white light and then she felt like she was falling, and what seemed like centuries later, she woke, her body all saturated with sweat.
For Logan, that moment of intense utopia came like a turbulent storm, robbing his heart and soul, shattering even his core, which he never let anyone into before. And under this blanket of night, both came back to Earth, embraced in each other's arms, swimming back to the surface of reality.