Evie
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
It’s agony to prioritize his own divestment when his mouth is there against her neck, dizzying her thoughts into a hopeless deluge of pressing, shouted desires. Still, there is no rush, no matter what her body insists, and even as she squirms - pinned there beneath nothing more than the weight of his gaze, half-bare and wanting - the wait proves itself worthy.
Evie can’t help the dart of her tongue to wet her lips at the shameless show he puts on. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before, and yet there is an unmistakable newness in this unfamiliar context. Her hands long to touch, to smear possessive fingerprints over his gilded skin, like tainting a bronze masterpiece just to claim she’d left her mark. He beats her to it - the clasp of her bra parts with a snap, releasing her breasts and summarily finding itself equally discarded. Evie flushes slightly, but her confidence never waivers. She reaches for the waistband of his trousers and hooks her fingers between skin and fabric, using her hold there to draw him abruptly close into the cradle of her pelvis, not unlike an imitation of something yet to come. Badly as she wants to have him abandons these, too, she can’t resist soaring a moment to grind against him as they are, half-clothed and eager.
Evie can’t help the dart of her tongue to wet her lips at the shameless show he puts on. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before, and yet there is an unmistakable newness in this unfamiliar context. Her hands long to touch, to smear possessive fingerprints over his gilded skin, like tainting a bronze masterpiece just to claim she’d left her mark. He beats her to it - the clasp of her bra parts with a snap, releasing her breasts and summarily finding itself equally discarded. Evie flushes slightly, but her confidence never waivers. She reaches for the waistband of his trousers and hooks her fingers between skin and fabric, using her hold there to draw him abruptly close into the cradle of her pelvis, not unlike an imitation of something yet to come. Badly as she wants to have him abandons these, too, she can’t resist soaring a moment to grind against him as they are, half-clothed and eager.
Or did you just never want to be alone?
