Evie
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Her stomach twitches and shudders with every lingering kiss, every curl of his tongue, as it descends down her body. So sensitive, primed and expectant, that every little press and scratch of his beard, every gust of breath that spreads out over her body, makes her tremble. She has him there in her hand, between her legs, and all she needs is to -
But he demands she wait, slipping away and out of her grasp, leaving her with nothing to do but fist the bedsheets instead. Her head falls back against the bed with a tremulous whine, subsiding, succumbing, to his command. Her knees, lifting to bracket against his sides, begin to tremble finely. Hips arch in silent plea, and one hand finds his shoulder, fingers bracing there; needing to touch and return attention even in these moments where he focuses on her. “Please,” she begs in whisper, but she doesn’t know for what.
But he demands she wait, slipping away and out of her grasp, leaving her with nothing to do but fist the bedsheets instead. Her head falls back against the bed with a tremulous whine, subsiding, succumbing, to his command. Her knees, lifting to bracket against his sides, begin to tremble finely. Hips arch in silent plea, and one hand finds his shoulder, fingers bracing there; needing to touch and return attention even in these moments where he focuses on her. “Please,” she begs in whisper, but she doesn’t know for what.
Or did you just never want to be alone?
