She felt him grinning as he traveled down her navel, drawing circles with his tongue. She could do nothing more than wait.
Then his hands were on her undergarments, pulling them down. The cool air hit her, but it was quickly replaced by his warm, wet tongue, swiping right up her center.
Eve gripped the quilt and arched up off the bed.
“Easy,” Michel chuckled. He touched his tongue against her, causing Eve to moan again.
Her mind had gone mute. There were only the sensations in her body causing her to twist and writhe beneath him. She bucked her hips up against him, only to be held down by his strong hands.
She wouldn’t think again, couldn’t, until she had this release. She had needed him, dreamed about him, cried because of him, fought for him in the time they had been apart, and now she needed to feel him. She reached into his hair, begging for relief.
Just as she was ready to crest the wave and explode into a thousand sunsets, she realized Michel had slowed, his kisses became too tender, his touch too soft.
She looked at him, and he gave her a lazy smile as he licked her wetness up. “Slowly,” he drawled.
“Michel,” she scolded, angry. “If you continue to tease me, I swear I will scream.”
“No!” he laughed. “I’ll be good.” And he returned to her sweet spots.
This time, Eve felt his finger slide inside her. As he curled it into her, he took a heavy stroke with his tongue. It took just seconds of feeling all his attention on her, and Eve was back at the edge. Her breath caught, and she threw her head back. She felt the wave overtake her as Michel continued manipulating her until she had no order or control over her movements. The pleasure throbbed through her, centering on the places he touched her.
After she caught her breath, she found his eyes again as he kissed her thighs and stomach. He held her around the waist and nuzzled into her navel with a groan.
“Eve,” he moaned. He looked up at her.
Her body still ached, wanting more, wanting all of him. But she calmed herself. They needed this moment of softness. “Yes, my love,” she said, reaching down to caress his cheek.
Michel pulled himself up. He rested his hands on either side of her. They stared at each other. Eve could see he was working out things to say to her, but she knew what he felt.
“You thought you had lost me?” Eve said to him.
He put his forehead against her and nodded while he still held his body above her.
“You didn’t think we would ever come together again,” she continued.
“No,” he breathed. “It terrified me. When you got me out of the cell, I hope you know, I never once thought to leave. I was there the whole time. I would have died trying to get back to you.”
She reached her hands up and wrapped them around his neck. “I know that now,” she said, resolutely. “I should never have sent you away.”
“It scared me how quickly nothing else mattered to me. Only you.” Then he smiled. “I hope I can still function now that I have you in my life.”
“Michel,” she murmured. She pulled him to her, letting her lips touch his, tasting herself on him. “We have it all to figure out, together.”
He kissed her, their lips and tongues coming together past the slick layer her orgasm had left on him. She had never imagined sharing so much of herself with a man, but here she was. And she couldn’t be happier.
That is, until her body couldn’t take it any longer.
Suddenly, she slapped her arms down on the bed. “Now, Michel, please take me before I lose my mind.”
He needed no more provocation. “Siren,” he growled, drawing the word out between his teeth. He spread her legs apart and lined himself up against her. She angled toward him, wild with want. She almost couldn’t stand it. She felt his stiff cock at the base of her, and then with a growl and a bite to her neck, he was fully inside her.
Eve groaned and fell back onto the pillows, her body arching up and her head going back, full with him. It felt different somehow. Her body had changed since the last time they were together. After the intensity of the last orgasm, she felt even more sensitive. When he finally pushed all the way in until her body wouldn’t let him go any further, she knew if he stayed just a second longer, she would orgasm right there and then.
But Michel pulled back.
“Michel,” she hissed.
“Greedy girl,” he growled, and he did it again, repeating the same slow, agonizing movement.
