Apparently, it’s enough. Her fingers curl into the fabric of the couch in anticipation, each kiss hungrier than the last. Again, she finds herself lost underneath the sensation of his hot breath. The way he explores sparks a rising heat. It makes her restless, but she’s held in place by his firm grip on her hips, “Matias,” it’s a cry of praise and approval as a hand snakes into his hair, gripping tightly.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]they sink deeper into the comforts of the couch, cushions giving in to the weight of their passion and hunger. fingers curl, elbows dig, and he's still moving forward, desiring more.

calloused hands glide up the side of her body. he shifts up, pulling himself away only to trail kisses up her body. he tugs away at her flannel, unbuttoning, before he continues to explore.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

His hunger translates into pleasure. She tenses as it ripples through her, manifesting as a soft moan beneath her heavy breaths. The rough touch of calloused hands ignites sparks across her body, adding to the lingering pleasure even as he moves forward and up. She would shift to remove the flannel completely if she wasn’t pinned beneath the sultry kisses that pepper her body. The fingers tangled in his hair release and move down to meet her other hand on his back. She craves the warmth of his skin against hers so she grabs at the fabric, pulling to remove it.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]he leans back a little when fabric's pulled, aiding in the way it's easily tossed aside to the floor. he shifts back down, presses his skin against hers, savoring the warmth that comes from it.

he could stop to tease her, could stop to make her beg, but he's impatient. he kisses her neck roughly, aggressively, while his hand finds her collarbone. he presses his weight down, pinning just enough. through kisses, he whispers:

"tell me what you want, eva."

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

She gets what she wants, his skin against hers. Her hands tightly grip his back, cherishing the warmth he brings. She holds him close, letting the friction of their bodies add to the growing heat.

Another soft moan escapes parted lips when his hunger moves to her neck. She tilts her head slightly, giving him access to the sensitive skin. She presses into his kiss, relishing the impatient aggression fueled by desire.

Eva wants him, now. She too is impatient, always craving more. She refrains. Instead, she answers his question by finding his hand with hers. She’s slow and deliberate in the way she moves it down her body, enjoying the touch just as much. She slides it further down, the intention clear. Her hand acts like a guide, showing him exactly what she wants. For now.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]resistance comes even after submission, though he shouldn't have expected anything less from her. her hand finds his and he resists at first, but what point is there to fight a losing battle? she slowly guides him down her body.

"how long can you last?"

they're about to find out.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

She releases his hand and glides her fingertips back up his arm. Instinct is what drives her to dominate, it’s hard to ignore. She apologies by letting her lips brush against his ear, “Depends on how long you let me,” Probably not long.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]so, not long.

his touch grows hungrier, rougher in the way he holds her down. he continues to plant kisses against the side of her neck, tongue grazing.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

Yeah. Not long.

She welcomes his hunger, tensing beneath his dominating touch. It’s thrilling. Her heart races in arousal and excitement. Her finger curl, raking against bare skin as the intensity grows. She’s not quiet, so she stifles her cries by letting her teeth sink into his shoulder.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]he leans away just enough to free his shoulder but he never slows, not even for a second. he finds her gaze, practically calls for it, and grins, demanding:

"be loud for me."

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

Teeth slip from flesh as he pulls away. Was she too hard? She doubts it, especially when he catches her gaze. She recognizes the grin. She attempts to return it with one of her own but is interrupted by the shock that pulses through her. She bites her lip out of instinct but lets it slip between her teeth under the pressure of his demand. He wants to hear her. She holds his gaze, lips parting, and she releases the building pressure in long, satisfying moan.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]no longer needing to be restrained, the moan escapes loud, satisfied.

after a few more moments of pleasure, he finally relents, hand moving back to drag wet trails across her thigh. he moves her to his will, shifting forward to meet her lips. his hips inch closer and closer, almost teasing.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

Her breaths come quick, heart racing along with the fire building inside her. She fights the instinct to take control, take what she wants. It’s frustrating but satisfying all at the same time. She finds pleasure she isn’t expecting in being trapped beneath him, surrendering to his desires. She meets his lips with passion, consuming him with a familiar hunger. He teases, inching closer, she pulls, encouraging.

MATIAS SILPH