Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
I found myself taking my sweet ti to gaze at Oscar’s body just like he did with mine. My eyes lingered at several places but I felt no sha. I took in his well-built physique and marveled at the thought of finally touching it.
My eyes took in his chest, his abs, before moving down and stopping at his length that was already hard. The sheer sight of it had my throat feeling dry.
But my sweet ti of appreciating his fine body ca to an end when he returned to the bed, hovering over once again. "Like what you are seeing?"
I reached out and snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "You are beautiful too, mate."
He smiled before once again seeking my lips. He pushed his tongue deep, engulfing my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.
At the sa ti, I felt his other hand slide between our bodies. My breath caught when I realized what he was doing - he wrapped his fingers around his hard length, and with slow, deliberate movents, he rubbed the crown of it against my aching bud.
The mont his velvety skin made contact with my swollen clit, sparks of pleasure shot through like wildfire. I moaned, but he caught the sound in his mouth as he kissed deeply, thoroughly, not once breaking the contact between us.
The friction, the anticipation, the heat - it was unbearable and intoxicating.
When he finally pulled away from the kiss, I barely had ti to catch my breath before I felt the thick head of his arousal press firmly against my entrance.
"Let know if it hurts. Okay?"
I nodded.
He pushed against my entrance, sliding in just a little bit before stopping. He was slow as he kept going, sliding in just a little bit every ti. But it was clear how much he was struggling. His jaw was set straight and his biceps were bulging.
"It’s alright. Go in," I whispered as I felt my inner walls stretching at his invasion.
He looked at as if to confirm I was alright, and then, he thrust the rest of the way in, stretching to my limit and filling completely.
I gasped. My body arched into him, and my arms instinctively wrapped around his broad shoulders. His muscles rippled beneath my fingertips.
A guttural growl left his throat - a raw, feral sound that made my stomach twist and a fire spark inside .
"Stars, Eva. You are so funking tight."
He slowly pulled out, dragging every inch of himself against my sensitive walls before thrusting back in, deep. At first, he moved slowly, giving us both ti to savor every mont. But the restraint didn’t last.
He groaned and began moving faster, harder, giving in to his need and mine alike.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through . I held onto him tightly, my nails digging into his back as I struggled to keep myself grounded. The pace, the angle, everything was perfect. As if he knew exactly how to unravel , piece by piece.
"Uhhh..." I gasped, unable to hold it in as the pressure inside built higher and higher.
My body trembled beneath him, warmth pooling low in my belly. My breath ca in short bursts, and the heady scent of sex filled the air, wrapping around us like a storm cloud. Our bodies t again and again, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room, joined by my moans and his groans.
I felt... precious in that mont. Adored. Loved. The way Oscar touched , kissed , claid , it made every nerve ending in my body light up.
I could feel everything.
The way he stretched with every thrust, the friction that hit just right, the deep connection pulsing between us through the bond we shared. It was almost too much.
My inner walls clenched tightly around him, and he let out a groan that sounded like he was on the edge himself.
"Ah...!" I cried out as the pleasure took over, sharp and sweet. My body spasd around him, a dam breaking inside as I surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy. I threw my head back, my vision going dark for a second as my climax crashed into , wave after wave.
And still, I felt him.
Oscar plunged deeper, faster, chasing his own release as I trembled beneath him.
Then I felt it - sothing warm and thick spilling inside as he followed into bliss, his body shuddering with the force of it.
He stayed inside for a mont, both of us catching our breath. My back was arched, my chest heaving, and I could feel my inner muscles fluttering around him as aftershocks rippled through .
He watched closely. His eyes were dark, wild, and heated. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. I barely had ti to think before he moved again.
He pulled out slowly, only to seize my thighs and slam himself back inside with in one single thrust that had crying out, but the sound never reached the air. His mouth captured mine, his tongue plunging deep as he swallowed every sound I made.
I whimpered into the kiss, overwheld and buzzing. My body was still twitching from the last climax when he started to move again.
His lips trailed down to my neck. He kissed, nipped, and licked along the sensitive skin until I was breathless again.
Each thrust was rhythmic, purposeful, as if he needed more. As if we both did.
The sparks inside hadn’t fully settled from the first high, and they were already building again, flickering like a fire ready to ignite. Without aning to, I clenched around him again.
He groaned and shuddered, the pleasure hitting him hard. He bit down lightly on my neck, just above the pulsing vein, and I gasped - half startled, half desperate.
He pulled back just enough to et my eyes.
He kept thrusting, his pace growing more erratic as he buried his face against my neck again. His lips brushed over the spot, tongue flicking out, teasing .
A gasp tore from my lips as I felt our bond exploding with sensation, humming and glowing like a live current between us.
One last, deep thrust... and everything shattered.
My release hit again, even more intense than the first two, and I heard Oscar groaning my na into my neck.
For those brief, blinding monts, there was no world outside of us.
No noise. No thoughts. Just him and - soul to soul, body to body. One.
Always one.
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