Ever After

fifteen | eadlyn

warning, a little more graphic than most chapters. 

When I wake up, Eikko is wrapped around my middle, head on my chest, and snoring lightly. I laugh and nudge him.

"No, darling," he mumbles into my skin. 

I shuffle against him under the blankets, grinning. He lets out a grunt in surprise and his hands shoot to my bum, holding me where I am. 

"Erpm, hello," he mutters. "Good morning."

I smile and run my hands through his hair. "Good morning."

He grins up at me, chin resting on my chest, and lets his hands rake slowly up my sides. They go from my bottom to my waist, up to my shoulders, thumbs skimming my breast, and back down. I shuffle again.

"Good morning," I repeat a little breathily. 

"My house by the end of today," Eikko replies in a whisper. His hands are back at my waist, holding me to him. His lips are half an inch from my ear. "I don't know how you expect me to keep my hands off of you for a whole two days."

"Then don't."

He scoffs. "With my mother and father sharing a wall? No, thank you."

I giggle and wrap my arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck as he shudders. 

"Dear,  your brother..." 

"Ahren won't be awake yet," I whisper. "And they are next door. They won't hear."

Eikko lets himself fall back onto me and ravishes my neck with kisses. He is careful not to leave a mark and I laugh as his hands wander my body without reason, never pressing too hard. My Eikko is gentle.

"Rakas," he mutters again and again against my skin. He's kissing my collarbone now, hands pressing my chest. His thumbs knead my swells and I think I might cry. 

"Eikko," I moan. I can feel his grin against my skin just before he sucks my breast into his mouth. I shrink into myself as his hands grip my waist

He does this sometimes, giving me moments that are completely mine. Sometimes I feel bad and grip him back, trying to please him the way he does me until he whispers to me, "Rakas, this is for you. Relax."

Of course, there are moments for him. I take time off to drop to my knees in my office, watching his eyes roll back as he reaches for something to hold on to. I take time to knead his stress out with my own hands, time to kiss his worries away. This job is hard on me, but Eikko did not grow up in such a world, and I know it still frightens him. 

He tells me he enjoys the moments for me the best. He says, "Darling, I love you," and then he licks me dry or kisses me senseless, and I think I love him more every time. 

My breast pops out of his mouth with a pop and he sucks my skin between them, letting my hands involuntarily pull at his hair. Then he sucks the other in and I yelp, bucking my hips. He grins and reaches up to roll his palm over my nipple. 

"Eikko, Eikko..." 

"Shh, rakas. Relax."

"How am I to relax when you're touching me like this?" My voice is too breathy. 

He does not answer, instead reaching up to meet my mouth in a kiss. He presses me into the mattress, grinning into the kiss and letting his hands trace my stomach to my thighs. 

He settles between my legs, not pushing into me as I would hope, but instead continuing his slow torture of kissing and sucking every spot on my body. His hands grope my legs, squeezing my thighs and teasing just at my womanhood. I buck my hips again and he groans. 

He is trying to make this all about me, but I am not going to let him get away scot-free. 

But as soon as I move, Eikko plunges his fingers into me and presses. 

I yelp and wriggle, my breath coming fast. "Eikko, ah!" 

His breath is fast, too, but he kisses just above my belly button and twists his fingers, thrusting them. I wriggle some more until he holds me still with one arm. Eikko is gentle, yes, but he is strong. I whimper, completely pleased. 

I whimper his name over and over. He continues his work, fingers everywhere, and I listen over my breathing as he moans and gasps as well. 

"Eadlyn..."

He meets me again, smothering me with kisses until I have to break apart for breath. My mind is going fuzzy. Then he flashes me a smile and disappears under the blanket. My legs are lifted and I feel his shoulders under them, and then everything goes hazy and red. 

"Eikko, oh!" My hands fly to his head as he licks me. I grope at his hair, combing my hands through it and trying to stop myself from wriggling and bucking too much. I think I am about to black out when his tongue flicks into me, and I completely fucking lose it. 

My yell is not too loud, weeks of practice to not alert guards, but I can feel him chuckling. I shift and he presses into me more, his fingers doing the work alongside his mouth. 

I groan, "Baby..."

Eikko shudders and I know he's melting. It hasn't become a thing, and we are not that kind of couple, but baby always comes out of me at moments like this. And every time, Eikko positively melts. 

He slings my legs off his shoulders and clambers back up my body and kisses me hard. His hands wind under my body and I am lifted off the mattress in the kiss. 

"Baby," I moan again once he releases me. "Baby, please. I need you."

Eikko's groan is scratchy and strangled. "Darling, you don't even have to ask."

His hands are back to my waist, lifting slightly, and he's at my entrance, shuddering until he plunges into me. 

Eikko is not a showy man, so I was surprised on our wedding night to find that he just barely fit inside of me. As he rocks me back and forth and our moans mix and my fingers claw at his back, I am once again reminded that he is large. 

But my Eikko, ever so gentle, groans in my ear, "Is this alright, dear?" 

I nod and kiss at his neck, unable to do much else. His movements become more hurried and harder and my breasts bounce with every thrust. His eyes glaze over in the way I love and he pushes into me to the core, my yelps turning into words every now and then. Ah, Eikko, love, baby. 

His words come out in the same fashion. Rakas, oh, love, darling. 

I feel the moment he releases just before it comes. I shudder a millisecond before him, letting him join my peak as he crashes into me again, both of us slumping in a pile of naked limbs, wetness, moans, blankets, and each other. 

He moves to roll off me and I grip him back down.

"Rakas." He runs a hand across my forehead and moves my hair. "I'll crush you."

"Then I'll die a happy woman."

He laughs weakly and still rolls away, pulling me with him. I laid splayed across his chest, my hair draped across him, as he sighed. We lay in silence for a few more moments before I shudder and squeeze as close as I can and realize that, in a complete peak of emotion and exhaustion, his arms wrapped around me protectively in a cocoon of blankets, Eikko has drifted off to sleep.

I am not slow to follow.