Evie
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
His grip tightens around her, but it only stokes the flames in her belly, turning her nerves to cinders until she is more fire than woman. He takes, and she gives, and the same in reverse. The sudden arching, rolling movement has her toes curling and her hands tightening around his shoulders even as her own bow towards the bed alongside her head, tossed back in gasping, moaning chorus. It reveals his skin all the more readily for him to mark and ravage, to feel the travel of sound through her throat.
She wraps her legs around him, clinging and recoiling with every thrust, chasing each welcome intrusion. Her hands find his hair, tangling in the wild locks, holding him close to her chest. Babbles fall senselessly from her lips; pleas, goads, praise. Each one a hiccup of sound interrupted by the pace of their joining. Climbing faster to the precipice with every moment, and clinging with both hands to the sensation, wanting to linger as much as possible in the sensations.
She wraps her legs around him, clinging and recoiling with every thrust, chasing each welcome intrusion. Her hands find his hair, tangling in the wild locks, holding him close to her chest. Babbles fall senselessly from her lips; pleas, goads, praise. Each one a hiccup of sound interrupted by the pace of their joining. Climbing faster to the precipice with every moment, and clinging with both hands to the sensation, wanting to linger as much as possible in the sensations.
Or did you just never want to be alone?
