Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
From her periphery, she can see each time his hands shift and rise before falling back to the bed, and it makes her smile privately to herself. It may be a struggle for him to resist, but this is a gift to herself as much as to him. Evie may lavish him in attention and love every day, but she never gets a chance to do so at this slow, memorizing pace.She does not intend to make him beg, no, nor does she intend for it to be teasing, though she's aware it must feel that way. Her laughter escapes all the same at his accusation, a gust of warmth across his navel as she primly ignores it in favor of divesting him of his bottoms entirely. Evie suspects he does not have the patience for the slow unveiling of layers.
Her hands resume their explorations; down the tops of his thighs, then the insides as they trail back up. Around his hips, the backs of his knees, the beginnings of his happy trail. Gentle, but with enough force to prevent any tickling. With Deimos' body bare to her now, she resists the urge to drink in the view and instead uses her time to kneel between his knees and gently run her lips in a soft caressing line up the side of his cock. Once she reaches the top, she kisses her way back down, and then repeats the motion with the tip of her tongue this time. Still just as languid and self-serving as all the rest of her touches have been - because while this may be his pleasure physically, this is for her to indulge in, to take pleasure in providing while lingering on the stimulating sensations on her own side.
