I found my foundation changed by your patience
She's no miracle creature, she's never orgasmed just from being fucked, but with the prickling sensitivity of her skin and the leaping hope and tentative safety in her heart she wouldn't be surprised to make history today. It won't be necessary - Deimos' clever hands and unerring, laser focus ensures that - but it still speaks volumes.
Her flush drips like paint from cheeks to chest, turning the Evergreen rosy all over. It's hard to breathe when his thrusts are so pointed, his fingers so precise against her, brushing just past where he moves inside her in furthering tendrils of maddening sensation. Her hips jolt and hitch as if uncertain whether to press into each touch or away from it, battling between heightening tension and sprinkled moments of overstimulation. Not that she ever twitches away for long - the pleasure is too intoxicating, even when it cuts its teeth against her nerves at times.
Evie hovers on the edge, teetering, for longer than expected. Completion just out of reach. Stomach taut, thighs shaking, moaning with every breath. But the second Deimos comes it seems to tilt the scales, the sight and feel of him the final straw she didn't know she needed until it was already broken. His name is a muffled shriek of a thing as she blindly buries her teeth in his shoulder, more animal than woman, and shakes through her own orgasm in hard, deep waves that leave her whimpering with each aftershock.
Her flush drips like paint from cheeks to chest, turning the Evergreen rosy all over. It's hard to breathe when his thrusts are so pointed, his fingers so precise against her, brushing just past where he moves inside her in furthering tendrils of maddening sensation. Her hips jolt and hitch as if uncertain whether to press into each touch or away from it, battling between heightening tension and sprinkled moments of overstimulation. Not that she ever twitches away for long - the pleasure is too intoxicating, even when it cuts its teeth against her nerves at times.
Evie hovers on the edge, teetering, for longer than expected. Completion just out of reach. Stomach taut, thighs shaking, moaning with every breath. But the second Deimos comes it seems to tilt the scales, the sight and feel of him the final straw she didn't know she needed until it was already broken. His name is a muffled shriek of a thing as she blindly buries her teeth in his shoulder, more animal than woman, and shakes through her own orgasm in hard, deep waves that leave her whimpering with each aftershock.
No one has ever made me feel this safe, this free, this me
Evie
