Chapter 33—Distraction

Eve knew what crisis had befallen Elvin, and she very well knew that she was responsible for it. Pride probably didn’t want him to tell her, and he very well concealed his emotions behind the sex games.

Eve wished for him to let go of his pride, for if he was ready to tell her, then she would be willing to help. She had to act like she was oblivious to his plight and try to numb his pain with more sex. But with the way he took her now, with more forceful thrusts, being able to last so long, driving her over the edge repeatedly without care for what she said, surely, his mind was no longer in what they shared.

Three days after Elvin lost his job, they had nothing else to do. And since they obviously couldn’t talk about it or didn’t want to since there were sensitive subjects they both didn’t want to venture into, they decided to have sex, and as usual, Elvin’s mind wasn’t with him.

This Eve could tell because he took her roughly, moving faster, and driving deeper into her wetness, causing her to scream out multiple times in pleasure, and not paying any mind to her save for when he had expelled himself and he was tired. Sometimes now, when they laid together after sex, he forgot to hold her. Usually, his mind would be lost in space, with his eyes fixed blankly on the walls, ceiling, or an object…being there, but not being there, hoping things would come to life.

“What is it?” Eve asked as he rode her.

It seemed to slow his pace, and from the corner of her eye in the dark, she felt the coldness of his stare fixed on her.

“Tell me,” she said. “Or we might at well begin the truth game.”

Elvin probably wasn’t ready for that, because he pulled out of her and sat on the bed, his erection gleaming with her wetness. But also, Eve as well wasn’t ready to spill the truth.

Eve got out of bed, moved to the wall to turn on the switch, the darkness left with the presence of light, threatening to reveal the truth. Well, she should have left it off. There were things better said in the dark anyway.

She sat on the bed, moved to his side, and just sat still.

Elvin sighed. “I—I—I was fired from my job. Three days ago. That’s what has bothered me.” He looked at her. “I’m sorry if I felt a bit distracted.” He removed his gaze from her. “I’ve just been wondering what to do now I no longer have any source of livelihood. It just means I’ll have to start from scratch.”

Eve listened with rapt attention.

“I didn’t know how to tell you because I was ashamed of myself,” Elvin went on. “I had plans for us after the lockdown…things I wanted to do with you if I had a steady income, but now, it’s all gone. Trying to use what I have left to take care of us, and this house, it may not be enough for the next three months.”

If only he knew who she was. If only he knew that her wealth surpassed that of everyone in the city, probably the nation, money that could last for generations if her kids decided never to do a thing for life. But she couldn’t tell him that.

She sat still, listening to everything he said, feeling the tingling sensation of his dick wearing off, wanting and wishing it could return so they could continue from where they stopped.

“I really loved that job,” he said. “It gave me a grand distraction when my ex left me.”

Eve was silent for a few seconds, then she said, “How would you like to work for me?”

Elvin looked at her. “I thought you were an employee. What, you want me to be your assistant?”

Eve had Priscilla for that. “No. I’ll give you your own place to run. A company of your own. What do you say?”

Elvin was forced to laugh. She had triggered it. “You’re just messing with me now, aren’t you? Oh my. You are serious.”

Eve was glad her expression could tell that she was. “Indeed, I am. Now, no more questions. I need you to please me, and I want you to be part of me.”

Elvin came for her, and gently, he made her lie on her back. Leaning down, he reached her soft lips and took her in a wild, hungry kiss that threatened to devour them both.

She was hungry for him, and hardly being unable to wait, she stretched her hand down between their bodies and took his sex. She stroked him, making the blood rush to his soft maleness, turning him hard.

Elvin, still kissing her lips, caressed the side of her body, sending his hand down to her legs, and across her thigh to settle them in her secret, no longer a secret for he now knew her. Eve arched a back as he slid two fingers into her, and gently, he began to thrust in.

His lips moved to the nape of her neck, kissing her there, Eve’s free hand went to his back, and she clung onto him with eyes closed. He was back. Her lover was back. The Elvin she knew was back.

He was lightly thrusting inside her with his fingers, hitting her G-spot…making her wild.

When the colorless liquid started gushing out of her, his fingers still worked in her like something exploring her for the first time. She loved what he was doing to her. But she wanted the feel of him inside her.

Elvin seemed to read her mind for he whispered against her ear, “Not yet.” Then he kissed her earlobe.

Eve convulsed multiple times from the impact of his pleasure, shivering and writhing to the feel of his kisses, and the thrusting of his finger, and at that moment, while she knew she was his and that she could do anything for him, she also knew he was hers.

“I need you,” she whispered.

She gasped when he set the head of his hard maleness at her wet, inviting slit…

“Please,” she uttered.