Evie
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
She knows she won’t last much longer. Not after all this time, after so many years untouched. Subsisting only on kindly, platonic touches, brief things that didn’t feed the hungry, aching thing inside. Now, it gorges to overflow, stuffed full with the touch it has craved for so very long. Her skin sings until it nearly aches, attuned so brightly to his touch it’s as if she can feel every ridge and whorl of his fingerprints as his hands caress her body.
Their hands together between their bodies only hasten that end. Her cries muffle themselves as his mouth finds hers, and her eyes shut as she arches and bucks down into his thrusts, thighs tightening mercilessly around his hips as she squeezes. Trembling all over as the string finally snaps, and every nerve hits supernova as she shudders around and beneath him, crying his name against his mouth in supplication. A religion finally worth giving herself over to. She quakes in the roiling aftermath of her orgasm, aftershocks cresting over her, waiting eagerly for him to join her even as she relishes in the oversensitivity.
Their hands together between their bodies only hasten that end. Her cries muffle themselves as his mouth finds hers, and her eyes shut as she arches and bucks down into his thrusts, thighs tightening mercilessly around his hips as she squeezes. Trembling all over as the string finally snaps, and every nerve hits supernova as she shudders around and beneath him, crying his name against his mouth in supplication. A religion finally worth giving herself over to. She quakes in the roiling aftermath of her orgasm, aftershocks cresting over her, waiting eagerly for him to join her even as she relishes in the oversensitivity.
Or did you just never want to be alone?
