EP.89|Longing For You

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“Evie, where are you taking me?” Jasper questioned as Evie pulled him up to one of the trees.

“I haven’t seen you in almost a month. I’ve been surrounded by girls, like I said I like a good female friend, but I need you.” Evie explained.

She kissed Jasper hungrily, unbuttoning his jacket in the process.

“You know.” She parted the kiss momentarily only to kiss him again

“I’m turning into you little by little every day.”

Evie kissed down his neck, emitting a groan from Jasper.

“I want you Jasper.” Evie growled, kissing down his chest.

“Your right...you are turning into me” Jasper smirked at her, there was a small glint of lust in his eyes Evie longed to see,

“but you should know by know, I’m always gonna be the bigger pervert.”

With any other person that would be a bad thing to admit, but Jasper always was and always will be a pervert.

Surprisingly, it was one of the small things Evie loved about him.

“Is that so?” Evie smirked back. “Yep.” Jasper kissed Evie passionately.

“I’ll prove it to you.” Jasper whispered deeply in her ear. Evie felt her back hit the wall, she was trapped.

Jasper put his arms by her head, blocking any chance of Evie escape for Evie.

He put his lips onto hers and kissed her.

Evie’s heart skipped several beats, nearly stopping completely, as Jasper’s lips moved against her own.

She didn’t know how to react at first; it’s been over a month now and all she wanted to do was kiss Jasper.

Now, here he was, his mouth heated against hers, hungry in his pursuit for her.

She hesitated only a moment more before diving into the demanding kiss.

Jasper sucked her lip into his mouth, dancing over it with his tongue.

Evie mewled softly, her hands pressed against his chest between them.

She leaned back, pulling him with her, her head spinning from the dizzying kiss.

She was going to fall, slip, faint; she was going to do something to ruin this, but Jasper saved her.

He pushed her back, cradling her head with his large palm, until she slid onto the large branch below him.

Evie felt lightheaded as she suddenly changed position, her back pressed against the cool wood of the large tree branch, Jasper's body hovering over hers.

Her thoughts were spinning, focussing only on the lips still pressed against hers.

Their kiss deepened. Jasper's hands braced him above her, his elbows bent impossibly so he could feel every inch of Evie's body against his.

Evie sighed and melted below him, her arms wrapping securely around his neck, her delicate fingers tangled helplessly in soft, black locks.

Every part of his body was hot as hell; the silky tresses of hair fell against her skin in sweet comfort, tempting her to tighten her hold on them and pull

Her heart jumped in her chest as Jasper's tongue slipped between her lips, warming her mouth and caressing her own tongue with gentle, wanting movements.

Evie gasped, the sound soft and melodic, and shifted one of her legs to hook around Jasper's waist.

He groaned in response, pressing his lower half into hers restlessly.

Her nerves intensified and unleashed in a flurry of passion, overwhelming her.

Evie pulled at Jasper's open vest, freeing his shoulders to the cool air of the forest.

The vest fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, soon to be joined by the rest of their clothing.

This is happening, Jasper thought incredulously.

His hands had moved from the branch to Evie's waist, inching her shirt to heights he'd only dreamed of.

The skin of her stomach was smooth and colored a warm golden tan, but it blushed beneath his touch.

Jasper couldn't stop kissing her long enough to look- he hungered for her, craved the feeling of her mouth against his.

He stopped when his palms met the sudden swell of Evie's breasts, startling him enough to break the string of heated kisses.

Her sparkling brown eyes gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open in a small 'o', her lips pink and swollen from kissing.

She was breathtaking- so much so that he almost forgot himself.

Evie's legs were shaking.

She was exhilarated- Jasper's kisses set her alight, igniting every desire she had within her.

His hands, his large, rough hands, sat just below her breasts.

They were frozen there, afraid to move further in case it would break the spell, send either of them spiralling into their senses.

"Evie,"

Jasper's voice met her ears; it was soft and husky, laced with wanting and lust.

It twisted her heart and colored her cheeks, but as she waited for him to continue, she found his courage failed him.

Instead, Evie arched her back, slowly encouraging his hands to slip around the soft flesh of her chest.

Jasper held back a quiet gasp as his fingers brushed the silk fabric of Evie's bra.

Silk, he thought with a tinge of amusement, fitting.

With Evie's encouragement, he began to gently massage her breast, relaxing as her expression shifted from shyness to bliss.

Her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell softly against the branch below.

Jasper's mind was reeling.

This woman, this amazing, incredible, fantastic woman, was giving herself to him.

His heart couldn't take it; he felt like he would lose himself at any moment.

I'm thinking too much, he insisted, dragging his eyes over the smooth curve of Evie's neck.

He dipped his head to press his lips against her exposed skin, his hand drifting to the back of her bra where he carefully unclasped it.

The cloth fell away to join his vest beside them on the floor.

The air was cold against her breasts as Evie's bra fell from her body.

She flushed, lost in the lustful kisses Jasper was placing along the curve of her neck.

His tongue caressed her in gentle circles, sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands pressed against his back, pulling him towards her.

She felt his muscles working beneath her palms; rolling, tensing, and relaxing as his hands met the bare flesh of her breasts.

Evie mewled softly, arching into his touch.

Jasper moaned as well, the sound coming from deep in the back of his throat.

Evie was driving him mad, her body calling to him like a beacon.

His thoughts were consumed by her, his movements driven by his subconscious.

He moved his lips to her collarbone, nipping and licking the sensitive skin there.

His right hand drifted down and around Evie's waist, cupping the curve of her ass in his palm.

Evie writhed against him, wrapping both of her long, shapely legs around his hips.

Jasper was hard between her legs, the bulge of his erection pressed firmly against her core.

Evie moaned and thrust her hips along the length of it, the pleasure building pressure inside her.

Jasper could hardly believe the sensations coursing through his body. He needed her so badly it almost hurt.

"Lift my skirt,” Evie whispered between breaths, her eyelids fluttering above her sparkling gaze.

Jasper blindly obeyed, gasping when he met no fabric between her skirt and her luscious skin.

"You're not wet enough," He whispered, more to himself than to Evie.

As he gazed down at her blushing folds, his heart pounded deafeningly in his ears.

She was beautiful, breathtaking, stunning, but what he said was true.

If he were to proceed, he would hurt her. And he would never hurt her.

On instinct, Jasper dipped his head, his tongue darting out for a lick.

The taste was indescribable, something he'd imagined before, and it shook his very soul with lust.

A lick turned into two, then three, then five, and then he was gorging himself, eagerly working his mouth over the nerve filled center of Evie's body.

Oh God, oh fucking god, Evie bit her lip until her skin paled, some distant part of her mind pointing out that she needed to try to be quiet.

But Jasper seemed determined to thwart her.

His movements, while unrefined, were heavenly.

Her legs shivered around his broad shoulders, drawing him into her with every ounce of strength she had left.

She wanted to cry out, to scream his name to the sky, but she didn't.

If someone interrupted them now, she'd never forgive herself.

When had Jasper lost his pants? She couldn't recall, but when she cracked open an eye that she hadn't realised she'd closed, she saw them on the floor next to her bra.

"You're dripping," Jasper ground out, his voice lower than she'd ever heard it before.

His black eyes were wide with desire, asking her permission to honour her body in every way that he could.

The image of Evie squirming beneath him, of her back arched and her hips thrust against his mouth, drove Jasper over the edge.

He wanted- no he needed to have her now.

She was utterly addictive, driving all coherent thought from his brain.

He'd been with Evie in this way, he'd savoured every moment, drawn out every touch, every kiss, and every stroke as long as he possibly could.

But now that he finally was seeing her after over a month, caught in a moment of lustful bliss, he couldn't control himself any longer.

Evie reached down and gripped his shoulders, pulling ever so slightly until he moved to meet her, capturing her lips with his own, still slick with Evie's juices.

She moaned into his mouth, tightening her hold on him until her fingers turned white.

On instinct, Jasper pushed his hips towards hers, only to be met with the fabric of her skirt that had fallen back into place.

Wordlessly, Evie directed his hands to her hips, signalling that he should lift her skirt again.

He did so, making her heart skip a beat as she finally felt him just outside her opening with nothing in between them.

Her mind was still in a hazy, dream-like state.

Her head fell back against the wooden bench, her eyes fluttering shut, and her back arching as Jasper pushed into her, stealing what little breath she had left.

Jasper's hands tightened impossibly on Evie's hips, impulsively rocking them ever so slightly as he sheathed himself in her, revelling in the sensations that coursed through his body.

Evie cried beneath him, struggling to contain her pleasure.

The world dissolved around them, leaving only the feelings Jasper triggered in her body.

He began to move, catching his breath so that it matched the tempo he set with his hips.

With every thrust he pushed her further up the bench, inching until Evie's head collided with the compartment wall.

It sent a shock of pain through her skull, conflicting with the pleasure she was currently feeling.

Jasper slowed his pace but didn't stop, snaking his hands around her back and preparing to lift her.

"Oh god," Evie whispered, picturing what he was about to do sent her into a spiral of excitement.

"Lift me, Jasper," She breathed. "Please, please, against the tree..."

Her sentence drifted into a moan as Jasper obliged, positioning her gently so that Evie's back was against the cool wood of the tree behind her, her legs straddling Jasper's hips tightly.

She curved them around his torso, securing herself to him, and worked her fingers through his hair.

"Pull it," Jasper huffed, his breath coming quickly and in short bursts.

Evie did as he asked, knotting her fingers in his black locks and tugging, earning pleasured moans from Jasper.

He began to move again, jarring her body with the force of each thrust.

She could tell he was getting close by the way his muscles tensed, how his breath nearly escaped him entirely, and how the groans he made came out desperate and hungry.

Evie started to meet his thrusts, undulating her hips until sweat began to bead along the line of his forehead.

Evie guided Jasper's mouth to hers once again, momentarily swept up in the vigour with which he kissed her.

"Fuck," Jasper muttered under his breath, struggling to control his climax.

He wasn't ready to stop yet, not now when he was finally experiencing everything he'd ever wanted.

But the rush of pleasure was rising on him quickly; he didn't know how long he could hold out.

He's trying so hard. Evie loosed one of her hands from Jasper's hair, reaching down to grab his wrist.

Jasper's hands were still firmly on her hips, but she managed to pull one up her body until it cupped her breast, squeezing involuntarily.

"God, Evie, fuck," Jasper groaned, pumping his hips faster and harder until he unravelled, the force of his climax nearly setting him off balance.

He wanted to cry out, but forcibly restrained himself, instead slamming a clenched fist against the tree beside Evie's head.

She didn't seem to notice, caught in the warmth that was spilling into her.

All at once Jasper's body slumped against her, exhausted and limp.

Evie took advantage of the time to catch her breath, reluctant to move or say anything.

The stars were clearing from her vision now, the wheels in her brain creaking to life.

Evie yelped as Jasper suddenly fell backward, pulling her with him so they were lying flat on the larger tree branch, Evie huddled against Jasper's chest.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around her gently and cradling her against him.

Evie peeked up at him, eyes half closed and a small, easy smile on his face.

"I love you, Blueberry." He whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I love you too," She grinned.

(A/N)

Hey everyone! So, how was the lemon? I edited it like a million times! I think I'm getting a little better at them!

Anyways, I was thinking about making a book series after, I finish Good At Being Bad of course, about different villains backstory or just a different version of a modern tale. I'm thinking about calling it, The Twisted Tales.

So far I was thinking about having these villans backstory.

○️Cruella Deville
○️Mother Gothel
○️Ursula
○️Medusa
○️Big Bad Wolf(I was thinking about making that one a girl x girl book. Like having the big bad wolf be a girl. Good idea or nah?)
○️Faybelle (remember, the girl in Gaston's backstory that's Farrah's sister.)

More will probably be added soon but for now, those are the certain one.

I've actually started writing the first chapter for some of them.  But, these won't be coming out till I finish Good At Being Bad.

Tell me in the comments which one your most excited for.

See you later,
Sugar_And_Spice125 💕