I am the Queen

Indeed, a woman's underwear was a weapon which could deal a lot of damage to a man's heart.

Rooted on his spot, Eric bit back a groan. A compulsive feeling urged his tongue to swipe between his lips. Before he knew it, he was behind her, gently caressing her butt cheeks.

At once, Evangeline stopped what she was doing and wanted to turn around, but Eric's hands in each side of her ass stopped her.

"What are you . . ." She didn't have a chance to form a sentence when Eric bent and leaned over. His breath hot in her ear.

"Eve . . . where is it . . . ?" he asked, fingers trailing on her butt.

"I . . ." Evangeline's brain malfunctioned when Eric ground his bulge against her behind, and she knew what was coming.

"Eric . . . ," she whined but didn't make any effort to stop him.

"Is it here?" Eric asked against her neck, gently biting her skin. His fingers were circling on the side of her ass.

"Mm . . ." Evangeline wiggled her butt and moaned when his bulge grew against her ass. His tongue ran along the curved of her spine before it rested against her butt cheeks.

Eric traced a finger on the tiny white line adoring her round butt before slipping his tongue and gently licking it. He kissed and sucked her white flesh while his fingers squeezed her soft firm ass. Making sure he removed all her insecurities. She could have a million scar on her body, and he still wouldn't give a damn.

"Agh . . . Eric . . . we must . . . go back . . . ," Evangeline panted. Her upper body was slump on the bed, limbs weakening by the warmth and sensation from Eric's mouth and fingers.

"Mm . . . a little more." Eric's fingers halted at the crotch of Evangeline's panties and pulled it away before his tongue slip through her warm vagina.

Evangeline jolted at the sudden sensation of Eric's slimy tongue wriggling inside her. He caressed the side of her inner walls before he sucked her juices and ran his tongue along her folds.

Not a minute pass, and she was already panting heavily, fingers pulling the sheets. He stood and positioned between her. His fingers were fumbling on his zipper, trembling with urgency.

He licked his palm and rubbed it against his dick. He pulled aside her panties and rubbed his engorged cock against her wet pussy, coating it with her cum before he guided his penis inside her. His eyes automatically close at the wonderful familiar sensation of warmth and wetness enveloping his cock while their moans and heavy breathing filled the room.

Gripping her hips, he started to move. Slow at first to get her vagina to mold to his size steadily, and when it did, he gained his pace.

"E-Eric . . . f-faster . . . ," she moaned.

He knew she wanted more, or she wanted it fast and over with so they can go back. Either way, he would grant her wish.

Cupping her breasts in his hands, he squeezed her soft flesh while his hips hammered inside her. Their breathing grew desperate by the second, in rhythm with how he pounded his cock deep in her sex.

Her sexy butt jiggled together with her breasts every time his cock thrust inside her. His hands locked on her hips, pulling it towards him at every thrust, which sent both their head tipping back. He watched how his cock went in and out inside her vagina, loving how her sexy ass jiggled at his every thrust. This was making him crazy!

"Eve . . . you feel so good . . . ," he groaned in between breaths.

Evangeline liked the feeling of Eric's penis buried deep inside her, pleasuring her. She loved how his pubic hair brush against her skin. The texture made her all the more aroused. She liked how his strong hands caressed her flesh and how his mouth kissed her, spreading love bites all over her body. It was not about sex. It was never about sex. It was how they show their love in a more intimate way. At least, it was always the feeling she got whenever they made love.

Spine arching, her head flung upwards, and a raspy scream came out from her mouth when she found her released. He too groaned in pleasure when he thrust a few more times before spilling all his cum inside her.

She slumped on the bed with him on top of her, catching their breaths. Grunting, he removed his cock from her vagina and rolled to the side, facing her.

Her face . . . her after sex face was always so arousing. Red steamy cheeks dipped with sweat, hot breath from her swollen moist lips, and those glazy lilac half-closed eyes . . . It never fails to make him aroused once more.

Restraining himself, he swept her hair from her dump skin before leaning in and kissed her on the forehead. His lips were licking small trails all over her face before lingering on her lips.

"I love you . . ."

"I love you too." She smiled, eyes melting.

Before he lost his control, he carried her in his arms, sauntering towards the bathroom.

"Let's take a bath, and we'll go back to Burberry."

"Mmm . . ." Evangeline let out a yawn. Frankly, she was still bothered about the appearance of stretch marks on her skin. But after making love, she felt it was kind of silly to be so overly dramatic about it . . .

But she still wanted it removed. She didn't spend thousands of dollars on maintaining the softness, elasticity, color, and youthfulness of her skin so that it was smudge by the irritating things called stretch marks. She was always so careful about it, but the crash diet to get back in shape must have been the cause.

Rubbing the palm of her hand against Eric's chest, she made herself comfortable snuggling on his warmth.

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"You're going back?" Daniel asked, surprised. Eric and Evangeline disappeared throughout Christmas and even new year, and now the woman was telling him all to sudden that they were on a plane on the way back to Burberry. He honestly thought they would go back together.

"Yeah, something came up, so we have to go back first," said Evangeline, her tone lazy and a bit sleepy.

". . . Alright. Safe travels then––" Daniel didn't finish when Evangeline cut the line.

Looking at his phone, he sighed and got back to reading the mountain of proposals on his table. He still had two weeks more before the class officially starts, and he wasn't in a hurry to go back to Burberry. Mostly because of the situation he would face once he returned.

He shook his head to get the heavy thoughts from his head and immersed himself in his work like he did to forget reality.

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Meanwhile, at Everland international airport. Evangeline and Eric were already sitting comfortably on the passenger chair, wrapped in a comfy comforter.

"I honestly don't know why you want me to say goodbye to him. It's not like we won't see each other again," Evangeline said, rubbing her head on Eric's arm before making herself comfortable.

"We owe it to him for his hospitality and kindness. It's only right to inform him that we're leaving first," Eric replied. His head tilted to the side, resting on top of Evangeline's.

Resisting an eye roll, Evangeline change the topic. "Eric . . ."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not over the scary house, and that ghost's face still haunted me in my dreams . . . so . . ." Evangeline twirled her fingers around Eric's chest, fluttering her eyelids.

". . . Is it alright if I stay with you?" she asked.

". . ."

Stifling a laugh, Eric patted her head. "Sure."

Though he wanted to ask for how long, he didn't for he knew she would reply with an ambiguous answer. Besides, he was not entirely against the idea of them living together. In that way, he could take care and be with her.

Biting her bottom lip, Evangeline restrained a giggle. "I'm looking forward to living with you."

Eric kissed her forehead. "Me too . . ."