I found my foundation changed by your patience
He seems to intrinsically know that though they are both happy to accommodate each other's desires - speed included - today he will have far more success rising to meet her where she's at than trying to spin her out like yarn in his talented hands. Some of them aren't demigods with stamina and immortality to spare.
Though perhaps she is playing with fire anyway by asking for faster, harder, more - because her husband has never ceased to deliver, and that is a wondrous problem to have sometimes.
Evie doesn't have the breath with which to wail, though if he could see into her chest he'd see it caught there like twisting, colorful smoke. Like this, she can do little more to speed along his own end or to amplify his pleasure than to focus elsewhere; nails down his back, a squeeze of her hand at his nape, the focused clench of her own body around him when she has enough brain power to do it. It's hard not to feel selfish sometimes when you're down in the pillows at the mercy of a rather attentive husband, but Evie's willing to be selfish for a morning.
Instead she lets herself pant and whine his name in fitful bursts tied to the pace and angle of his fingers against her clit - yipping high on clipped tones when he is a little too perfect in his approach - to communicate her reverence. "Please please please pleASE -" she babbles, though what she's asking for is lost in the headlong chase for swift, indulgent release.
Though perhaps she is playing with fire anyway by asking for faster, harder, more - because her husband has never ceased to deliver, and that is a wondrous problem to have sometimes.
Evie doesn't have the breath with which to wail, though if he could see into her chest he'd see it caught there like twisting, colorful smoke. Like this, she can do little more to speed along his own end or to amplify his pleasure than to focus elsewhere; nails down his back, a squeeze of her hand at his nape, the focused clench of her own body around him when she has enough brain power to do it. It's hard not to feel selfish sometimes when you're down in the pillows at the mercy of a rather attentive husband, but Evie's willing to be selfish for a morning.
Instead she lets herself pant and whine his name in fitful bursts tied to the pace and angle of his fingers against her clit - yipping high on clipped tones when he is a little too perfect in his approach - to communicate her reverence. "Please please please pleASE -" she babbles, though what she's asking for is lost in the headlong chase for swift, indulgent release.
No one has ever made me feel this safe, this free, this me
Evie
