Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
He plays her body like a fine-tuned instrument, and her chorus of sighs and whimpers are inevitable when he lays his hands on her with such intent. Her hands tighten and release in his hair in direct response to the way he touches her; tightening near the temples when his hand cups her breast, sliding over his crown and pressing lightly there as his tongue travels down her navel. Her hands fall away to his shoulders, and then down to the bed when she finds him too far away to cling - needing something to clench her hands into when one, torturous finger unfurls and strokes down her core, already slick. "Love," she sighs, but it comes out a little garbled with the weight of her pleasure. Her thighs rise and spread, letting him settle further between them - and perhaps tilting her hips higher, seeking out more of his touch in a languid roll as her head falls back against the sheets.
