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Elysia could feel it all.
The goosebumps were caused by a myriad of things, she supposed, but the top contender was the fact that she had the deliverer himself above her, panting oh so sweetly into her neck. She couldn't see him, but she could smell him, smell the salty sweat that ran down his face, and the conditioner he uses, which is actually quite lovely, and a bit nostalgic.
"Baby," she murmured, pleased with their positions. She couldn't see him, but his cheek was pressed against hers and she could feel the growth of his stubble. He seemed to devour her, something that she had both feared and loved though out her life. His body was on top of hers, naked and bare, and she could imagine his chest, littered with scars, and she could imagine his heart; and his devotion to not only her, but humanity, and she had never felt so in love with him. "Baby, move a little."
Kevin groaned, but began shifting his hips, the obedient boy he was, and it was as if someone had lit her on fire. His pussy moved against hers, and she could feel his clit throb deliciously. If it weren't for the cursed blindfold she had on, she would want to look down, to see their bodies coming together in perfect harmony…
"Ah," Elysia panted, urging her reckless boy to move faster. He was strong, determined, and Elysia could feel their shared slick run down her soft and full thighs. Kevin's mouth was aligned with her ear— she could hear every grunt, every moan, every intake and exhale of breath and it made her excited.
"I love you, Ely," he whispered almost brokenly as he continued to rut against her. It was only when his voice got more distant did she realize he was moving down her body. When he reached her breasts, he latched onto one of her nipples, and sucked, hard. "Mm, Ely—"
"Baby," Elysia panted. She wondered how she looked to him, wondered how the silk of her eye mask felt against his skin, imagined how his body must be bending and twisting for the position he found himself in. It was her idea, the blindfold, because of course it was. She lived to tease him, to threaten him, and to hold him so close to her heart she thought she could explode.
She felt his orgasm the second it approached, felt the way his hole clenched above hers, felt the way his legs clenched and his thighs shook. He kept going though, pushing past his sensitivity with what she knew to be a rather brave face, all for her.
When she reached her peak, it was with Kevin's mouth on her breasts, and her clit rubbing against his in tight, frantic, motions. He continued to milk the orgasm out of her until she was absolutely spent, breathing harshly, and wanting to get the damn blindfold off her at once.
"Kevin~" Elysia whispered the second the blindfold came off. She rubbed at her eyes until she saw stars, and then opened her eyes. Blinking once, twice, three times before her vision came back to her, the sight that greeted her was something out of her dreams.
When she saw her beloved, she smiled a smile so pure it took him by surprise. His eyes were large and glassy, his white hair plastered to his skin. He looked divine, and if she weren't so tired, she would ask to go another round.
Maybe later.
"You," Kevin said, his throat hoarse and parched, "are an angel, and a vision of excellence."
Elysia laughed. "If I knew you would turn into such a poetic after sex, I'd be fucking you more often."
He moved carefully around her, as if not to hurt her, before settling down at her side. He was laughing too, the fool, but he was warm and lovely and all Elysia wanted to do was be near him. His long arm reached across her, pulling her closer and closer to him, and she sighed blissfully.
This was it; love was the greatest object humanity had ever created, had ever participated in, and she was so lucky she was joined with someone who shared her goals, and loved the way she did.
Kevin, in short, was almost everything to Elysia. And she wouldn't have it any other way.