Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
Patient? Evie? Perish the thought. While orgasms are a wonderful temptation, right now she wants the connection and intimacy of him inside her, and even the tightening of her naval and the intoxicating rhythm of his fingers can't distract her from that. Overly sensitive, each kiss makes her skin jump and jolt. Her expression is open and raw for him to peruse, and though his own need is just as blatantly translated, it's not enough. Her arms reach for him, only for a gasp to abort in her throat as he picks her up like she weighs nothing - and she knows that, to him, she doesn't - and she finds herself in his lap.
Though her limbs shake with sensation she is intent on getting what she wants, and though it takes a bit of angling, she sinks down onto his cock with a whining exhale as her forehead drops down onto his shoulder and her fingertips dig into his shoulders. Already she begins to rock and lift herself in the early beginnings of a pace, the feeling too addicting to remain motionless. And, despite all the distractions, she turns her head to kiss his neck and murmur into his ear, "Love you. My love. My husband." Mine. Mine. Mine.
