𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍; 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫.

𝐱𝐱𝐱. 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞

mature content but like yktd

"𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘, 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘," 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊. "We really can stop, Amara," he said quietly. "I don't want to force you."

"The only thing you're forcing me to do," Amara breathed, annoyance flickering through her, "is to stop."

She watched as his brow furrowed, clearly fighting with himself on whether or not it was wrong to continue. 

But Amara was afraid that the longer they were at a standstill, the more she would come to regret her actions and get up and leave. She huffed. "Come on, Rosier! I already know you're an asshole, so stop trying to be all honorable and fuck me already!"

Evan needed no more prompting. He immediately pushed her head down to meet his in another hasty kiss, hands resting on where leg met hip, pushing her lightly down onto him.

Amara was so angry with herself, but she figured that could wait for later. She promptly pushed all thoughts of rationality out of her mind and began to swirl her hips around again, getting used to the feeling inside of her.

It was true, that she hadn't seen anyone since the last time her and Evan had met. Not out of loyalty, or any sappy nonsense, obviously, but simply due to how busy she'd been.

Earlier, Evan had mentioned that it was 'better than he remembered'. But Amara remembered exactly how good it was.

And this was not disappointing.

As her circles grew faster, her breathing grew heavier and movements sloppier. "Evan," she whispered, leaning forward so her lips were brushing on his ear.

""Yes, doll?"

"Talk me through it," she said, voice growing rather breathy towards the end.

However, he understood, because his thumbs began to rub slow, small circles on her hips. "It's okay," he said, staring up at her. "Just try to keep it slow and small, alright? Just get used to it, I know it's been a while..."

A sharp pain ran up her lower abdomen and she hissed in a breath, gripping his shoulder. A quiet whine of pain escaped her lips. 

"I know, doll," Evan coaxed. "I know, I'm sorry. Just try to breathe, alright?"

"Okay."

"Is it feeling better?"

Amara nodded, feeling the fire slowly pool back into her stomach. "A little."

His hands moved from her hips to the small of her back. "Take it slow. There's no rush."

Amara could feel the tension relieving slowly, could feel herself loosening around him a little more. She inhaled shakily, letting his smooth voice wash over her. His hands were rubbing gently at her back, down her legs.

"All right?" he said quietly, looking up at her.

Amara nearly started. He was looking at her so carefully she didn't know if she should even return his gaze. Obviously, he'd looked at her before. But there was something in the crease between his eyebrows, and the way his gaze flickered between her eyes, as if searching. There was something raw. Something vulnerable.