Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
There will be hours and days yet for teasing and torturing, and her voice is a sob of relief and pleasure as his fingers curl and press inside, familiar with every angle and stroke that has her legs tightening and beginning to shake as they cradle around him. It's not enough to get her to completion, but for that she's grateful. She only wants to reach that edge of bliss when he's inside her, and she doesn't mind being strung out and pleasured half out of her mind while he recovers. Obviously. Her crooning and panting becomes thready whines as she tries to tilt her hips and wriggle to match the tempo of his fingers, as if he needs the help. Now it's almost enough to send her toppling into orgasm, and though she's more than capable of multiple, she lifts a hand from strangling the sheets to beckon him forward back into her reach. "Please, want you honey," she moans, fiery hair a chaotic halo of pleasure and blue eyes hazy with want.
