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Giving her a curious look, Thomas obliged, moving up the bed and turning over so that he was on his back. Evelina did not waste the opportunity to take in the sight of him: his face, wide-eyed with desire…the long, lithe muscles, of his arms and torso, shifting and straining with each motion…and then, furtherdown—
The hard line of his erection, straining against his undergarment.
Evelina swallowed. This was moment they’d both been anticipating, or something close to it. Moving carefully, Evelina shifted so that she was straddling Thomas’ waist. His breath caught, and his jaw tensed, as she settled herself over him, nothing but thin fabric between them now. She could feel him, thick and solid, beneath her, and without overthinking it, gave into the urge to grind down against him, the still-slick folds of her own pleasure-center dampening the cloth. “Mm,” Evelina said, her mouth running away from her, “that feelsgood.”
“You’re teasing me,” Thomas said, but there was a hesitation behind his smile, in his eyes.
Evelina had tilted her head back, teasingherself, flirting with the desire to let go and give in entirely to the chase of her own pleasure. Now, she opened her eyes and looked at Thomas directly, leaning forward so that one hand was braced to the side of him, the other against the firm muscles of his chest. “I don’t mean to,” she said, even as she ground backwards against him once more, sparks shooting inside of her at the sensation of this new angle. She bit her lip, swallowing a gasp, and made herself hold back—if she kept this up much longer, things would end prematurely, before she’d gotten what shereallywanted, and that wouldn’t do.
No, Evelina had waited long enough. So had Thomas, for that matter.
She intended to give them bothexactlywhat they desired.
Evelina hooked her thumb beneath the waist of Thomas’ undergarment. Thomas nodded, and reached to grip Evelina’s hips with his strong hands. He pulled upward, lifting her, so that she had the space she needed to remove this final barrier from between them. Thomas’ cock sprang free, and Evelina tossed the undergarment across the room, her mouth filling with saliva at the sight of him.
Evelina took a deep breath. She braced her hands against Thomas’ chest once more, and as she exhaled, slowly lowered herself down.
Sure enough, with enough focus, Evelina managed to relax enough to sink further down…and further down still. She took more and more of him, clenching and shifting as she went, until she was fully seated, gasping and tearing up at the fullness of it all.
“Evelina,” Thomas’ voice was strained, his entire body rigid with tension beneath her, “My Love—”
A sudden spark of arousal had her rolling her hips against his, desperately seeking out that pleasure spot at her center. “Move, Thomas, please.”
Thomas hesitated a single moment longer, his face still twisted with concern. But Evelina was ready now. She could take him. She wouldshowhim how she could take him, grinding herself down again and again, and it didn’t take much of that before Thomas abandoned any remaining reservations and began to thrust up into her, matching her timing and eliciting pleasure-laden gasps from them both.
“Yes,” Evelina cried, when Thomas hit a particularly good angle. “Yes, ah, Thomas, there…right there!”
He rolled his hips again, repeating the motion, as Evelina rose up and lowered herself, over and over, practically bouncing atop him now. The waves of buzzing pleasure had returned, tumbling over and over, tumultuous. They built with each thrust, the friction electrifying things inside of her, escalating until she was screaming, writhing,chokingwith pure, undiluted pleasure. “Thomas,” she said, as the waves threatened to crest over, “I’m—”
And that was the end of things. The climax of Evelina’s pleasure incited Thomas’ own. They rode it out together, Thomas’ hands firm on Evelina’s hips as he guided her up and down, chasing the electric feeling all the way to its very end.
Later, after they had cleaned up, Evelina snuggled into Thomas’ side beneath the sheets, aching and relaxed.
He ran an absent finger down the side of her face, then along the elegant line of her neck. “I love you,” he said. “I’ve never loved anyone like you. I would not want to spend my life with anyone else.”
“And I you,” Evelina said, her eyes drifting closed. She was thoroughly exhausted through and through, but at the thought of all the amazing years to come they would have with one another, beneath that exhaustion, she felt an infinite well of pure energy.
Side by side, there was nothing they could not do, no one they could not be. They saw and brought out the very best of one another, after all, in every way conceivable.
They did not sleep immediately, despite everything that had just transpired between them. Evelina did not want to sleep, regardless of how tired she was. No, she wanted to keep her eyes open, and continue looking at Thomas in the dark, at the soft, reverent look on his face. She wanted to keep luxuriating in the feeling of his hand stroking her hair, playing with the soft line of her ear. Touching her, exploring her, as though every part of her body were special, unique.
Yet sleep, inevitably, did come. As they laid wrapped in the security of one another’s embrace, beautiful dreams claimed them, there at the dawn of the rest of their lives.
The End?
