About an hour after curfew, Evan snuck into Anna's room, closing the bedroom door softly behind him. He was wearing black shorts and a grey short-sleeve shirt, his hair was still damp from his shower. He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping due to his weight. "Are you still awake, Anna?" he asked softly, his hand moving to rest on her leg above the covers. Anna's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Evan's deep voice. She had been lying in bed, with her eyes closed, trying to calm her racing heart. Seeing him sitting there on the edge of her bed, it sent a fresh wave of excitement through her. "Yeah, I am awake," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep and anticipation. She sat up slowly, pushing herself against the headboard. The movement caused the covers to slip down, revealing her bare shoulders and the strap of her light blue night gown. Evan's hand felt warm and heavy on her leg through the thin blanket. He leaned in closer, his eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering in from outside, through the thin curtains. "I told you I would come," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. Anna nodded, unable to speak. She reached out tentatively, placing her hand on his arm. His muscles were firm beneath her touch. "I was waiting for you," she admitted softly.
Evan moved closer to her on the bed and kissed her deeply, pressing his body against hers and pinning her to the headboard. Anna welcomed his kiss with a soft sigh, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, the solidness of his chest and the strength in his arms, sent a thrill of excitement through her. His lips were firm and demanding, moving against hers with a confidence that took her breath away. She responded eagerly, her own lips parting to deepen the kiss. Evan's hands began to roam her body, his touch both gentle and insistent. He traced the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Anna arched into him, wanting more of his touch, more of his kisses. She had never felt so alive, so desired. It was a heady feeling that made her forget everything but the man in front of her. His hand slipped beneath the hem of her light blue night gown, his palm warm against the bare skin of her stomach.
His one hand moved to her breast, cupping it gently. His thumb brushed over her nipple. Anna gasped softly, the sensation was exquisite, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. At the same time, his other hand slipped between her legs and beneath her panties, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot. Anna cried out, a soft moan escaping her lips as he began to rub gently. "Evan," she breathed out, her head falling back against the headboard. She had never been touched like this before, and the combination of sensations were overwhelming. His fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements, while his thumb circled her nipple with increasing pressure. Anna squirmed beneath him, her body responding instinctively to his touch. "Does that feel good?" Evan murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire. Anna could only nod, words failing her as waves of pleasure washed over her. She wanted more, more of this feeling that was quickly consuming her.
Evan's touch became more insistent, his fingers sliding inside her while his thumb continued its relentless circling. Anna cried out, her hips lifting off the bed to meet his hand. The pleasure was almost unbearable, building with each stroke. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans as his other hand pushed her night gown up, exposing her breasts to the cool night air. He breaks the kiss to push it over her head and toss it aside, then he continues kissing her. His mouth left hers to trail kisses down her neck and chest, finally closing over one nipple. Anna gasped as he suckled gently, his tongue laving over the sensitive peak. Her hands tangled in his hair. Holding him against her as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. "Evan," she panted, her body tensing as the pressure inside her built to a fever pitch. "I am... I'm going to..." Her words trailed off into a cry of pleasure as she climaxed, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers. "Wow, that sounds good," he said, pleased with himself. Once her climax subsided, he removed his finger from inside her and sucked it clean. Anna watched, mesmerized, as Evan sucked his finger clean. The sight was incredibly erotic, and it sent a fresh wave of desire through her. "My turn," he urged, whispering in her ear. Anna had never done anything like this before, but the idea of touching him, of giving him pleasure, was incredibly exciting. She nodded eagerly and reached out with trembling hands, her fingers fumbling with the waistband of his black shorts.
Evan helped her push his black shorts down his hips along with his boxers. His erection sprang free, thick and hard in the dim light. Anna's eyes widened slightly at the sight. He was larger than she had imagined, and she felt a momentary flicker of nerves. But her desire quickly overpowered any hesitation. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, marveling at the feel of him, hot and velvety against her palm. She began to stroke him slowly, watching his face for any reaction. Evan let out a low groan as her hand closed around his hard cock. Her touch was tentative at first, but she quickly found a rhythm that pleased him. He watched her face, enjoying the look of concentration in her eyes as she explored his length. "That's it, just like that." he encouraged, his voice husky. Anna increased her pace, her hand sliding up and down his shaft with more confidence. She could feel him pulsing against her palm, growing harder with each stroke. Evan reached out, placing his hand over hers to guide her movement. "Faster," he urged, his hips beginning to thrust into her hand. Anna obeyed eagerly, her own excitement building as she felt him swell and throb beneath her touch. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Anna, I'm close," he gasped out, his eyes squeezing shut.