[attr="class","matias"]his eyes trail her, watching her settle into the spot close to him. he shakes his head at her question, expectedly.

"not really."

he sips his drink, keeping his gaze on her.

"looks like i need your help again."

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

She shrugs, she expected him not to. Her gaze holds his, steady and playful with a small smile, “I guess I could help with that,” she sips, “If I was feeling helpful,” the grin that follows is sultry, teasing. Your move.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]he holds his gaze behind the sip of his drink, eyes trained on her, unwilling to concede just yet.

he might have to soon.

"what would it take?"

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

“Hmmm~” her gaze diverts, only to emphasize her feigned contemplation, “Perhaps if you ask for it nicely,” she returns her gaze to his, expectant and mischievous.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]"hm."

he shifts closer, inching forward as his hand brushes against her thigh, slow, kind.

his first attempt is not even a question.

"help me, eva."

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

He leans forward into the small space that separates them. The gentle brush of his fingers against her thigh is tantalizing, but she doesn’t move. She lifts a finger to gently trace his jaw line towards her, closer, “You can do better than that,” It was more of a demand, after all. She is looking for desire, perhaps with a hint of pleading.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]he has to resist the urge to lean into her touch, to give in right then and there. it would be so easy for him to. but he holds strong, hand moving to brush her inner thigh.

his second attempt is the barest form of a question.

"help me, eva?"

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

His fingers move towards more sensitive skin. She stifles the shudder that would normally come along with it. She’s focused, but sighs at the lack luster second attempt. No desire, “Hm, I guess you don’t want my help that bad,” she withdraws her touch, moving back slightly to increase the space between them.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]failure results in separation. his eyes fall to the space between them, deciding it too wide for his liking. the only way to close it is to concede, so he starts.

"i do."

his hand lingers on her thigh, keeping them tethered.

"can you please help me, eva?"

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

Better. She smiles, finishing the rest of her drink in one swift motion. She blindly sets the glass down on the coffee table, not taking her eyes off him. She leans closer again, close enough to let her hot breath dance across his lips when she speaks, “Almost.”

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]he grins, following suit and downing his drink in one. he reaches over and sloppily sets it down on the table, though he never once takes his eyes off her.

her breath curls off his lips and he almost bites. almost. he exhales, inching closer as his voice softens.

"please help me, eva?"

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

Much better. She can almost taste him as his breath washed across her own lips. Even the way he says her name is mesmerizing. She’s satisfied with making him ask for It, practically beg. She craves the strength he gave her earlier, so she chooses to relinquish control in favor of feeling the comfort of his dominating presence, “Ok,” her lips curl into a smile, “Then take me.” Take what’s yours.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]control is relinquished, swapped, and he basks in it as his hand curls around her thigh, shifting her to lay on her back. his touch is caring and gentle in the way it runs up her thigh, brushing against fabric that he so wants to discard.

so he does. he tugs with both hands, sliding her pants off before he shifts forward, leaning in to dote her inner thigh with soft kisses. if she wants more, she'll have to ask for it.

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