I found my foundation changed by your patience
His words rippled across her skin like the tide before a storm—quiet promise and restless potential tangled in the press of his mouth and the weight of his hands. The thought of ships carving paths through dark, endless waves around them, sparked something in her; a wild flicker of intrigue beneath the building, distracting simmer. She leaned into the heat, the closeness, daring the unknown in the curve of his smile and the touch trailing fire along her ribs.
“An option,” she echoed, voice low and rough, eyes half-lidded but burning with blue fire all the same.
It’s the last she speaks - of any coherent kind, at least - because there are far better things at hand. Both of theirs rove restlessly, arms crossing and maneuvering without tangling and bumping after so many years of enthusiastic practice. Her tongue flicks playfully at the seam of his lips, only to gasp lightly from anticipation alone as his fingertips slide past the waistband of her panties.
Maybe it’s the news, the freedom from fear and threat, but Evie’s body prickles and burns all over with pressing need. Not a great indicator of stamina frankly, but they have plenty of time for that on other days. Tilting her hips into his touch to encourage him - damn the fabric that remains, he can rip them off or burn them for all she cares right now - her hand descends to gracelessly shove his sweatpants down to get her hand around his cock. No time to be wasted - she wants him here and now. Her fingers curl around him, sliding and squeezing from base to tip in smooth, indulgent strokes as she nips at his mouth in return and twines her free hand into the spray of dark locks that cover their pillows.
“An option,” she echoed, voice low and rough, eyes half-lidded but burning with blue fire all the same.
It’s the last she speaks - of any coherent kind, at least - because there are far better things at hand. Both of theirs rove restlessly, arms crossing and maneuvering without tangling and bumping after so many years of enthusiastic practice. Her tongue flicks playfully at the seam of his lips, only to gasp lightly from anticipation alone as his fingertips slide past the waistband of her panties.
Maybe it’s the news, the freedom from fear and threat, but Evie’s body prickles and burns all over with pressing need. Not a great indicator of stamina frankly, but they have plenty of time for that on other days. Tilting her hips into his touch to encourage him - damn the fabric that remains, he can rip them off or burn them for all she cares right now - her hand descends to gracelessly shove his sweatpants down to get her hand around his cock. No time to be wasted - she wants him here and now. Her fingers curl around him, sliding and squeezing from base to tip in smooth, indulgent strokes as she nips at his mouth in return and twines her free hand into the spray of dark locks that cover their pillows.
No one has ever made me feel this safe, this free, this me
Evie
