released in the same way. Only once.
I run my fingers through her golden tresses and lose myself completely in my need for Evelyn.
"Don't be so sad," Tipton whispers across my lips. "I'm here tonight. You can pretend to love me. I understand."
Without a word, I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. Her light frame rests against my chest, and I close my eyes for a moment before I walk to her bedroom. She allows me to undress her, and I imagine how beautiful Evelyn would have been in a silk camisole like Tipton's.
I pull the woman in front of me into my arms strongly and allow my hands the same fantasy as my eyes. With nearly the same intensity I feel for Evvie, I pull Tipton tightly against me and revel in the gentle grip of her hands along my neck and shoulders.
"You are so beautiful," I whisper without meaning to.
She tugs at my shirt and I raise my arms so she can lift it from my head. Her eyes take in my hard physique, the one Evvie never had a chance to experience. A single kiss from Tipton's lips burns into my chest, causing my grief to surface. The ache from within my chest sears me more painfully.
"Shh," Tipton breathes over the tension in my muscles. She removes my pants while I run my hands through her hair again. In only her lingerie, she pulls me onto the bed and allows me to settle over her.
"I miss her," I speak in total honesty again, reminding her of what tonight is.
"I know," she says. "Let yourself forget for tonight."
I sharply look her in the eye. "Tonight is not about forgetting."
She nods in understanding and leans up to kiss me deeply. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "Then however you need me."
She pushes my boxer briefs down my legs and strokes me strongly. Her touch ignites my desire, and my eyelids close to allow the depth of my fantasy.
I remove the remaining silk from her willowy form and begin to physically seduce the current embodiment of the woman I lost.
A breathy sound flows softly from her graceful neck while I dedicate my lips to the soft pulse under her chin, moving slowly down to her breasts. I kiss and lick strongly along her skin, needing to take in more of her…needing to use her body to fill the gaping hole Evvie left in mine.
Tipton arches into me and glides her long legs along my hips, locking my body against her. I try to ignore the guilt, and rather focus on foreplay. My efforts are rewarded by Tipton's moaning appreciation. My imagination brings the sound from Evvie's voice.
I don't open my eyes once.
Tipton rolls me to my back and spends time teasing my neck and the flat discs of my nipples, all the way to my cock. She licks from root to crown, humming her contentment.
Forcing myself to empty my mind, I spend my energy focusing on pleasure. The heat of her breath and the teasing wetness of her tongue allow me to lose myself completely. I breathe out heavily at her teasing, and wrap my hands in her hair to pull her against me harder. She easily adapts to my more desperate desires, using her lips to ride my cock until I come.
I don't open my eyes, still. If I saw Tipton's blond hair curtaining my cock, her face obscured, my fantasy would be too close to real.
I hold Tipton's head gently against my belly for a moment before I roll her to her back. Pleasuring her in return offers me a chance for another dimension of my fantasy.
I tease her breasts and kiss a sweet trail down her flawless tummy and straight between her legs. With well-practiced skill, I use my tongue to circle and lick, and I use my lips to kiss and suck. Her hips meet my mouth in rhythm as her pleasure builds. The higher she gets, the more desperate her whispered moans.
My imagination takes over again, and I ignore the pending emotional hangover from allowing myself to fall so deeply into thoughts of Evvie. How would she have responded to my tongue?
I force my question aside and listen to Tipton. Her whispers become hums as I bring her closer to