Evie
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
She can’t get any closer to him than she already is, but Gods how she tries. Hands sliding on sweat-slick skin even as they grasp demandingly, possessively, refusing to let go. His hair is a good alternative, and the way it holds him tight to her chest, hips driving at a deeper angle, only makes her voice tangle with his all the louder.
Both lungs heave for air, wasting it gleefully on snarled, whined expressions of pleasure. The grumble of his question is just another sensation on her skin, and it’s nearly too much. She loves it. Can tell already that this is a new craving she won’t be able to fully sate. “This, just like this, just you,” she pants between the rhythm of their bodies connecting, one hand slipping down between them to aid herself to the peak, not wanting to lose the touch of his hands on her skin. Clenching helplessly with how it only surges her pleasure like an electric shock, crying out through a lip she bites too late.
Both lungs heave for air, wasting it gleefully on snarled, whined expressions of pleasure. The grumble of his question is just another sensation on her skin, and it’s nearly too much. She loves it. Can tell already that this is a new craving she won’t be able to fully sate. “This, just like this, just you,” she pants between the rhythm of their bodies connecting, one hand slipping down between them to aid herself to the peak, not wanting to lose the touch of his hands on her skin. Clenching helplessly with how it only surges her pleasure like an electric shock, crying out through a lip she bites too late.
Or did you just never want to be alone?
