I am the Queen

"We won't be doing it," he said.

Evangeline's head snapped at Eric, eyes threatening and face scowling. 

Eric chuckled at her expression before he kissed the center of her crumpled brows.

"You're still hurt," he explained, and when her face darkened, his fingers on his pussy gently massage her clit, causing her legs to spread wide spine buckling.

"This little hole here . . . ," he murmured, fingers pressing her tiny hole, earning another moan from her. "It's still swollen and sore . . . that's why . . . I think my fingers will have to do for now . . ."

"Ahh . . ." Evangeline let out a strangled cry. Glazed eyes looked at Eric, face hot and feverish. "Y-you . . . despite your appearance . . . mmm . . . you're perverted . . ."

". . ." 

Eric paused for a second before he softly laughed. He then scarped her earlobe with his tongue, murmuring, "Only to you . . ."

Evangeline's face blushed an adorable shade of pink. Her thoughts were a mess, all thanks to his fingers, which were expertly making her forget who she was.

. . . Wait . . . expertly . . . ?

Anger like she never felt before spread all over her body. She glared at him, venom in her voice as she spoke.

"You, tell me, am I not your first?"

Eric's hands stopped what they were doing when he was confronted with Evangeline's anger. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. She must have misunderstood something.

"No. I mean, yes. You are my first," Eric answered right away, afraid that Evangeline's face was going to burst from all the anger she was holding.

The scowl on her face didn't loosen, not one bit. He knew she had trust issues, and it was the utmost important he explained further.

His arms embraced her possessively while he rested his head on her shoulder.

"It's true . . . you're my first. Though I appear that I know what I'm doing. In truth, I was going by instinct and . . ."

His face reddened, and his hold on her tightened before he added, "I researched about this stuff days ago." 

". . ." 

Evangeline's anger was killed by freezing love water. Her head swayed slightly from side to side, knowing it was not only her who researched about it days before. Though she mostly researched how to look good while doing sex. No wonder he was always locked in the study in the past nights. So that what he was doing.

Any thoughts, however, were replaced when Eric move once more.

His tongue swept across her shoulder, his hand fondled her breasts while his other hand massaged her sex.

"Mmm . . ." 

The stimulation was too much for her, and she was back to panting out the pressure in the pit of her stomach.

His finger flicked her nipples, rolling it with his pad. Sometime, he would pinch and squeezed her entire breast, raising it from the water for him to lap with his tongue.

Her toes rolled against her sole, trembling legs stretched across the expanse of the tub while her fingers gripped his hair, pulling him closer to her.

His fingers separated her silken folds, and another rubbed her clit. Her spine arched when he pinched her clit before he inserted a finger inside.

"Agh . . ."

Another strangle moan escaped her mouth when he sucked and licked her skin, trailing wet marks across her neck, shoulder and cleavage. At the same time, his cock ground against her back while his bony finger continued to thrust.

Her body buckled. Her head was almost resting against his shoulder. She was loving everything he was doing to her. She felt him loving her with his gentle kisses and caress.

"Eve . . . do you like it . . . ?" he asked.

She didn't answer, focusing on the pleasure he was giving her. He inserted another finger and stretched her walls, asking for a reply.

". . . Yeesss . . . ," she slurred, hips moving together with his fingers. His cock mimicked the action of his fingers inside her, thrusting and grinding while his hand on her breast never stop fondling her.

"E-Eric . . . ," she called out. Close to her orgasm. She could feel it. 

Her eyes opened wide when he inserted another finger while his tongue slipped inside her earlobe. She didn't know what happened next when a burst of intense pleasure racked her body to the point that she was seeing actual stars, or were they burnt spots? She didn't know nor care. She had to cry some of the pressure, or else she would go crazy.

"Aargghhh . . . !"

All stress and pressure were released from her muscles, and she slumped against Eric like a wet sack of flesh. Her heaving breasts rose and fall while her vision was hazy. 

"Come on, let's finish cleaning you," Eric said. 

So I can apply the medicine so your pussy will be ready for me tomorrow. Eric wanted to add but restrained himself. He didn't want to make Evangeline feel how much he wanted to have sex with her again, even though it was all he wanted to do right now.

Penis still erect and painful, he got out from the tub before he finished cleaning her and carried her towards the bedroom.

By the time Eric was finished, they were on the bed together in the treehouse, face to face. He was wearing a simple shirt and pants while Evangeline was wearing her usual styled oversize shirt with nothing underneath but her panties.

All the time, Eric took care of her, and Evangeline let him do everything for her like a spoiled human being she was. He let her sponge her body, dry it with a towel, put clothes on her, blow-dry, and brush her hair.

After which they were on the bed, staring at each other for who knows how long. She snuggled close to him, her palms feeling her chest while the back of his hand caressed her face, drawing it down to her lips, up and down.

It was quiet and peaceful that they even heard the sounds of the animals and insects coming from the outside.

But Eric's body was not cooperating with him, especially his cock, which was turning hard, knowing Evangeline had nothing on but a panty. With few buttons open, her cleavage was in view and her nipples were pressed against the fabric. Not to mention, he still couldn't forget the stimulating things they did in the bathroom.

And now, he was lying on the bed with the woman he loves semi-naked next to him. No one could blame him.

His dirty thoughts were interrupted when Evangeline spoke.

"By the way, before I forget." Evangeline smiled, her eyes twinkling. "I want those red spots on the mattress."

". . . You mean . . ."

"Yes." Her smile widened, thinking of the exact same thing as him. "The evidence of our first time. I want it as a remembrance, so kindly cut it and give it to me."

She then poked Eric's nose and slurred, "K?"

". . ." Eric didn't know how to react, to be honest. Or what feeling he should be feeling. But he still nodded. "Okay . . ."

Evangeline smiled brightly and snuggled closer to him. They both like the feeling of this position. Evangeline felt safe and little against Eric's' arms while Eric liked the feeling of her little body close to his.

He repressed a groan when her hand moved from his chest to his abs and trailing back up again before her supple fingers slowly move to the line of muscles on his arm.

Eric has to give it his all not to attack her. He was not over yet to what happened to them last night and a while ago, and her little fingers weren't helping, not one bit.

Evangeline laughed when she saw Eric's agonizing face. "What the matter?" she innocently asked.

Eric avoided Evangeline's teasing eyes, thinking to himself he would definitely get back at her the soonest possible. And he would make sure his caress was lustful than the way her fingers were moving right now. It would be fun to teased her as he ran his fingers all over her smooth skin. At the thought, his cock throbbed so hard, and a low painful groan rumbled in his throat.

"Are you thinking naughty things right now?" she asked.

"It's just . . . your imagination."

"Hm . . . Really?" she cuddled closer.

Eric felt her soft skin pressing against his, her comfortable weight on him. Especially her full breasts pressing against his chest. They were wonderfully soft, and they changed shapes every time she pressed them against him, and he wished she wouldn't move so much. Or was she teasing him again?

If this continued, his cock would be hard and spitting pre-cum in no time.

"Hmmm . . . ? What's that?" 

Eric closed his eyes tight. It was already too late. His cock was already poking her stomach.

"Do you want to cum?"

To his surprised, Evangeline wasn't repulsed nor disgusted about it. He opened his eyes and stared at her questioning ones. She was looking at him with so much innocence and pureness he was having a hard time forcing out the words.

"No . . . it's fine . . . Right now . . . I just want to hug you." 

The feeling of making love was nice and all, but for now, he really just wanted to cuddle with her. And he believed she was feeling the same when she smiled at him.

Leaning her face on his chest, her sweet after shower smell tickled his nose, and his arm wrapped around her back, massaging her muscles in a soothing rhythm.

"Mmnn . . ."

She made cute happy sounds, and this encouraged him to continue rubbing his hand. Sometimes, brushing his fingers across her hair and not before long, her peaceful breathing filled the room.

Looking down, he saw her sleeping face with a small smile on her lips.

The lust in his crotch quickly subside, and he leaned closer, softly kissing her forehead.

"Good night, Eve . . ."