She finds the head of the dildo against her G spot and her whole body jerks, and the sound she makes is half a sob.
"There," she murmurs.
“I’ve got you,” I respond, holding her hips.
"Don't stop…” Her words are a gasp.
"I won’t,” I growl.
I keep the angle. I rock into the very place that is making her come apart. I watch her hands flatten on the wood and her fingers spread and grip the far edge of the table. I watch the lineof her shoulders go tight. I watch Evangeline come undone bent over my kitchen table, and the harness is pressing on my clit on every stroke, and I am close, I am close in a way I did not think I would be so close from this.
"I'm going to come for you,” I say.
"Please..” Her breathing is ragged as I fuck her. She is so beautiful. Her body moves with my every stroke.
"Say it, please,” My own voice is breaking. I’m so fucking close I can taste it.
"Come for me,” she whispers, her voice like silk.
I rock harder. Not faster. Harder. I let myself press down into the harness with my hips. I let the leather notch dig in. I let the silicone go all the way in on every stroke. She is making a sound that is not a word anymore, a long open vowel from the bottom of her throat, and I am close, I am close, I am right there.
"Evangeline."
She moans in response.
"Come for me." I take a breath. “Now.”
Suddenly she comes and gushes, hot liquid pulsing out of her.
She gushes on the kitchen floor between her feet and onto the inside of her thighs and onto the front of my harness and the leather, my hips, my thighs, a full hot wet release that breaks out of her in a wave I feel it run down my own thighs from the splash of it, and she is sobbing and her hips are jerking and her hands are flat on the wood, and the sound of it on the kitchen floor is a sound I have never heard in this cabin before, and I come with her, my own clit pulsing against the leather, my hips locked into hers, my hand on her hip, my breath gone.
I come without sound.
I come the way I always come, quiet, deep, my whole body a low long pull, and I do not pull out, I stay in her, I keep her on the table, I keep my hand on her hip, I keep moving slow,slow, easing her down, as the world spins around me, until she is shaking and panting and laughing and crying at once on the kitchen table, the woman I love, fucked apart in the kitchen she made me dinner in.
I do not pull out.
I stay.
I bend forward over her back. I put my mouth at the back of her neck. I kiss the top of her spine.
“I’ve got you."
"Max,” she whispers.
"I have you." I hold her and kiss her back. I’m completely in love with Evangeline Clark and it is all I can do to not let the words slide out of my mouth.
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EVANGELINE
She is still inside me.
“More,” I whisper. “Please.”
I have my cheek on the wood of the kitchen table and my arms out flat in front of me and my legs spread on the boards and my feet wet from my own come on the kitchen floor, and Max is bent over my back with her mouth at the back of my neck and the silicone still buried in me, and I have just saidmore.
I meant it.
