EVAN SEVILLE
My thumbs wiping away her tears, her small hands grasping my arms as she leaned forward for more, deepening the kiss. I tried to pull away but God, the way she kissed me was longing and desperate.
I could hear her whimpering, crying silently for me. Before I knew it, I pulled her closer to me with my hands leaving her face, wrapping my arms around her waist. While her hands wrapped around my neck, standing in her tippy toes.
This time, she pulled away, letting us both breathed. We were trying to catch our breath, heaving and staring deeply into each other's eyes.
I never knew that her simple touch, her warmth, was the only thing I've ever needed. Yet, I dared to decline her touch knowing that my body was silently longing for her.
I stared at her brown eyes, lost in a daze. I was staring, not only her eyes, but her features. Her innocent, yet sharp features— Such beauty she was.
I then buried my face on her shoulder, hugging her close, breathing in her scent with mh lips pressing on her exposed shoulder beside the strap of her night gown. Then I kissed the top of her head, my other hand tucking her in my bare chest.
"I know what you need.." she whispered against my chest.
Damn right, she knew.
No moment in my life where I would not need her, longed for her. I literally interrupted our moment a while ago, and I was already devouring her in our bed.
The way her warmth wrapped around me while I thrusted inside of her, fucking the life out of her, releasing my frustrations in my life, my needs, my hunger, my cravings of her. I grunted, growling as I pulled her hair from behind that was wrapped in a fist of my hand.
She cried out.
I needed to hear her more.
"H— Harder.." She called out with her raspy voice, cracking slightly.
I did as she told me thrusted hard together with her hair being pulled by me. I let go of her hair, hand around her waist to pull her against my chest while my other hand slid up to her neck to hold her in place, fucking her hard.
"Tell me more, sweetheart.." My lips brushed against her ear, groaning and grunting as I rammed myself inside of her warmth. "You feel so fucking good.. Ngh." I kissed her bare shoulder.
Her warmghy completely surrounded me, making it a bliss. I was in cloud 9, so was she. I was losing my mind.
I needed more— "Evan.." I snapped out of the trance, the feeling of her.
"I.."
I gripped her neck, "what is it?.." I bit her ear gently.
"I want to ride you.." She gasped an air as soon as I let her go, dropping her on our bed, gripping the bedsheets while she caught her breath.
I stopped, it was such a bold request, especially coming from her. I never expected her to say it— I mean, I'm I've been imagining her riding either my cock or my face, and I liked them both anyway if she requested for it.
"My face or my dick?" I gripped her ass with my hands, keeping myself inside of her, not wanting to leave her warmth.
"Both, I never experience them yet.. So, can I?.." She let out a breath, getting up using her arms to support her weight, her head tilting behind to look at me with thise seductive eyes.
I am so fuck.
Something inside of me just snapped under her request. I let her be because she deserved it. We switched positions, she wanted try riding my face first before my dick, and I gave her that.
I couldn't breath, yet it was heavenly.
I plunged my tongue inside of her while she sat on my face, I sucked her nub, eating her like a starving man— Starving for his wife. She was moaning, her nails digging into my chest as she rode my face. She tried getting off but I held her down, biting her butt cheeks that made her squeal.
She then squirted on my face, moaning amd cursing out loud, while I drank her up. I gripped her thighs, pulling her down deeper into my mouth as I sucked her dry.
When came down from her high, she crawled down with her back facing me and postioned my hardening length at her entrance, before slowly pushing herself down, making me grown.
I sat up properly, held her waist with my large hands the moment she started moving slowly, riding me and feeling me. I was in dazed, staring at her back, feeling myself getting hungrier for her.
Her back was gorgeous— Literally, every part of her body was beautiful. I loved everything about her, I am obssessed... I am so madly in love with her that I would go far for her, moved mountains for her.
My dearest possession, my wife, my woman.
Mine.
All mine.
Just staring at her back, watching herself used me for her pleasure as she chased them— I lost control of myself.
I am dying to touch her, to mark her as mine, to mark her insides, her body, her mind, her heart and her soul.
In a swift motion, I grabbed me her small wrists and slammed her down hard. Then I pushed her down flat on our bed, raising her hips with her hands locked in behind her back with my big hand while my other hand gripped the side of her ass as I slammed myself harshly againyher entrance.
The way she cried for pleasure.
The way her body responded to me.
The way she trembled while looking at me with those brown eyes that kept asking for more.
My name coming out of her mouth.
God, I am so fucking crazy for this woman. She was making me crazy.
I pressed down my body weight against her back, kept thrusting myself into her as I whispered into her ear, "you're making me lose my fucking mind, wife.."
I kissed her cheek softly, before biting down her back that made her muffled a scream on our bed sheets.
Crying out my name.
"Evan!.."