Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
When his shaking has subsided and Evie has artfully swallowed and given him peace lest he become far too overstimulated, the Evergreen begins to gently rub her hands up his thighs, aware she likely won't have the chance to -Ah, there it was. Evie bounces slightly on the bed and can't help the laughter that accompanies her oomph, amused that she hadn't even been able to finish thinking about the final grains of sand in the hourglass before Deimos had turned the tables. "Oh am I?" She can't even remotely begin concealing her mirth and self-satisfaction, but she equally can't hide how her lower back arches off the bed at the touch of his fingertips at the hem of her shirt, skin overly sensitive with her own longing desire.
"Seems I'll have to fix that," she murmurs, hooking her thumbs in the top of her waistband and pushing her leggings down slowly, revealing little more than her hip bones. Only to wink and pull them off entirely, unwilling to torture Deimos too much longer. Though she takes his hand next and guides it up her navel, rucking up her shirt as she stares into his eyes, the headiness of having been so in control going to her head. "Unless you're willing to help?"
