Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
"Oscar..."
I moaned his name as he sucked on my nipple gently. The things his tongue did to me... were unexplainable. My breath hitched as I felt his hand gliding down my belly, but instead of finding its way to my aching core, he grazed his fingers along my inner thigh - caressing, teasing, indulging.
He shifted his mouth to my other peak that was standing erect. At the same time, his fingers moved over my folds. I sucked in a deep breath, waiting for him to finally touch me. But he didn’t.
Instead, he pulled back completely, leaving me dazed and confused. But before I could have asked anything, he was shifting lower, between my legs that were spread wide for him in invitation.
The sudden realization about how bare and open I was to him in that moment, left my cheeks burning. It was on instinct that I started pulling my legs together, but he stopped me, his hands coming to rest on my knees.
He stared into my eyes. "What? Feeling shy now, mate?" He asked, his tone slightly teasing before it grew serious. "You are beautiful, Eva. So let me see you all I want."
My breath hitched.
"Then stop teasing me," I breathed the words before I could have stopped myself.
A smile curved the corners of his lips. "As you demand, my love."
I watched as he lowered himself down between my legs, pressing a kiss on my knee before trailing a wet line along my inner thigh until he was right in front of my core.
I held my breath as I watched him take me in from up close, and this time, I didn’t shy away. I waited... until he leaned in and placed a soft feathery kiss right over my folds.
A gasp forced its way out through my lips and I arched into him when his tongue suddenly slid between my folds and found my aching clit. The contact sent a sudden rush of tingles through my body, leaving me almost breathless.
One of his hands moved to hold my waist as he continued to play with my bud, while the other moved to my core and I felt his fingers moving over my folds.
I couldn’t breathe.
My skin felt like it was set ablaze with every stroke of his tongue, every whisper of his fingers. My body writhed under his touch, not from discomfort, but from a need so intense it left me dizzy. He wasn’t just touching me - he was worshipping me, exploring every inch of my skin as if it held the secrets of the universe.
And maybe it did. Maybe it held the secret of us.
He slipped one of his fingers inside my core while his tongue continued playing with my clit. I groaned as he pumped his finger, taking it out then back in, slowly and gently.
I reached down instinctively, threading my fingers into his hair, holding on to him as if I might otherwise float away. He was taking his time, moving slowly, deliberately, like I was something precious, something fragile. But the look in his eyes held a fierce hunger that told me otherwise. He desired me. Fully. Deeply. Entirely.
And I... goddess, I wanted him just the same.
He slipped a second finger in moments later, stretching me further, loosening me for what was coming next.
My hips moved of their own accord, seeking more as his tongue and fingers combined almost brought me close to my orgasm. But just as I was about to reach that height, he stopped.
"You are insatiable," he whispered against my thigh, pressing another kiss there. "You are going to undo me."
"You promised to not tease me." My words were barely above a whisper, but he heard them loud and clear.
He placed another kiss on my inner thigh before whispering, "I just can’t help it." And then, before I could could grasp his intention, his tongue was back on my clit.
He didn’t stop this time. Sliding his fingers back in my dripping core, his tongue played with my clit until I was moaning non-stop.
It didn’t take long before a powerful orgasm hit me, leaving me shaking while he slowed down but didn’t pull away. He ride me through my release before finally pulling back.
I reached for him, silently pleading, and he seemed to understand. He rose slowly, kissing a path along my stomach, up my ribs, until he hovered above me again, propped on his arms. His skin brushed mine, warm and firm, and my heart raced with anticipation. But more than that, it was the look in his eyes - pure devotion, desire, love - that undid me.
"You okay?" he asked gently, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "Tell me when to stop."
I blinked up at him. "Don’t."
That one word held everything - my trust, my yearning, my choice. His gaze softened even more, if that was possible, and he dipped his head to kiss me again. This time, the kiss wasn’t wild or needy. It was slow, full of unspoken emotion, and I kissed him back with everything I had.
His hand trailed down again, drawing gentle patterns across my hip, then curling around the back of my thigh as he pulled me closer. I felt the steady beat of his heart against my chest, matching mine in a rhythm older than time itself.
I whispered his name again, and he paused, resting his forehead against mine. "Eva, if we go further, there’s no turning back."
I smiled, threading my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I don’t want to turn back."
He groaned, low and deep, and captured my mouth again.
I let my hands slip from his shoulders and found my way to the waistline of his pants. He pulled back and gave me a knowing smirk. "Getting impatient, aren’t we?"
I watched as he finally moved away and took care of his remaining clothes, leaving himself bare to my eyes.
And oh Moon Goddess... what a body he had!