I am the Queen

Evangeline woke up from the warm sensation on her cheeks. Opening her eyes, she saw Eric's blurry face.

"Wake up, Eve. It's time to go buy ingredients."

"Mmm . . . ," she groaned in protest, forcing herself to sit on the bed. She rubbed her eyes and stretched her limbs, yawning along the way.

"If you're still sleepy, it's fine if you go back to bed," Eric said, walking towards his closet with only his boxers on.

Any drowsiness in Evangeline's system disappeared as her eyes savored the fine specimen of a man parading in front of her. She bit her lips, and her pupils widened, afraid to miss any details when Eric put on his pants. His firm butt was flexing, showing those dimples on each side, which she found cute.

Feeling the heated eyes on him, Eric turned and found Evangeline staring at him with her bottom lip between her teeth. And when she realized she was caught staring, the smile on her face changed to a full-blown grin.

Raising her arms towards Eric, Evangeline slurred, "Hug me."

Eric smiled, indulging in her antics. He hugged her, and her arms latched around his neck while her thighs wrapped around his waist, and his two arms cupped her butt, supporting her.

Ignoring the excitement of his cock when it bumped against her pussy, separated only by her underwear, he searched for her eyes. She smiled and kissed him. His lips fought between kissing and grinning. They've been doing these routines in the past days, and it was only turning better each time.

Their lips brush, and he whispered, prolonging each word, "Good morning, Eve . . ."

Evangeline's heart fluttered, easing her face to stare at him, she smiled. Clasping her hands on each side of his face, she whispered back, "Good morning to you too, Eric." Never did her morning felt complete than this, she thought and leaned in for another kiss.

They kissed, warm and slow, remembering the time when they first kiss inside the treehouse under the starry winter sky.

"We should go . . . ," Eric murmured, breaking the kiss.

Panting, Evangeline rested her head on the crook of his neck, feeling the beat of their hearts. Her fingers then ran along the curbed of Eric's spine, earning her a low growl from him. She giggled and gently tugged his earlobe between her teeth, and not before long, his cock poked against her.

"Stop that . . . , we'll be late . . . ," he said, voice a bit gruff. His breath hot against her skin.

"I think you need to get this off first," she teased, sucking his earlobe before her tongue traveled inside his ear, leaving wet marks.

He groaned, and his hands gripping her butt tightened. He pulled her closer and ground his cock against her. He kissed her shoulder, gently sucking her skin. All thought about going to buy ingredients flew out of the window as he laid her on the bed.

Eric buried his lips against her neck up to her ears. "Are you sure? You're not sore from last night?" he asked, tone raspy.

"Mmm . . . yes . . . do it . . . ," Evangeline moaned when Eric bit her earlobe before his hot tongue swirled inside her ears. Her fingers curled around his locks, pulling him closer. Spine bulking, she ground her abdomen against his bulge.

His tongue wiped her lips before he pressed his tongue inside her mouth. His fingers traveled from the soft curved of her breasts, squeezing and kneading it underneath her lingerie. His legs separated hers, and his hips pushed against her pussy. Even with their clothes, he felt her wetness and his cock twitched, sprouting pre cum from its tip. He dry-humped her while their tongues intertwined.

"Arghh . . ." Evangeline muffled a soft cry. Her nails clawed Eric's back when his finger entered her, pumping and stretching her inner walls. "Eric . . ."

Eric briefly stopped and undressed her while her fingers fumbled on his zipper. He pulled his pants and boxers down, and he grabbed her legs, placing her calves on his shoulders before he slowly entered her.

"Aghh . . ."

Both their heads tip backward when the angle and position brought a new kind of sensation they hadn't experience before. Eric bent his body, being careful how much he stretched Evangeline's legs. Honestly, her body was so soft and flexible, but he still didn't want to force it at their first try of this position.

Evangeline's body was bent while Eric hovered on top of her. Audible groans circulated in the room when he moved in and out. It was like every thrust was a sensation of first penetration, and the room was filled with their panting breaths and sexual groans.

He cupped her face, looking straight in her glazy eyes. He kissed her while his cock thrust in her vagina. His teeth gently pulled her bottom lip before he eased away, hips thrusting with even more force.

He watched her flush face coated with sensual sweat. Love how she was showing her vulnerability to him alone. How she moaned and gasped her breath when he thrust inside her. He loves to watch her breasts jiggled with his every thrust and how he was hook looking at their intertwined bodies. It was erotic and sexy.

With a few more thrusts, they groaned in ecstasy as they reached their climax. Still inside her, he removed her legs on his shoulders and rested them on the bed. He slumped his body on hers, waiting for his cock to finish releasing his cum inside her.

A period of time, the only sounds where their breathing. After a few more breaths, and Eric pulled away inches from Evangeline. He took her cheeks on his palm, smiling when she smiled. Then the back of Evangeline's palm brushed on his left cheek.

"It's fading," she wheezed, fingers caressing the faint scar on his left cheek. The scar she placed on him. It was still there, but it was not apparent like before.

Eric cupped her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it while looking straight into her eyes. "It's fine. I have more scars on my back to compensate for it."

Evangeline's face blossomed in red when she realized what Eric meant. "Does it hurt?" she asked, worried.

Eric kissed her forehead, murmuring, "No, you can scratch it to your heart's content."

"Then, don't mind if I do." Evangeline giggled.

Eric grinned back, kissing the tip of her nose. "Can you walk? Or do you want to rest on the bed while I go shopping for our breakfast?"

"I'm fine. I'll go with you."

"Don't push yourself."

"I'm not," Evangeline reassured.

Eric stared at her before he nodded. He slowly pulled his cock from her pussy, and she gasped at the action. His cock twitched when he saw their mixed-cum dripping from her vagina. He quickly grabbed a tissue on the bedside table and cleaned her. His actions were gentle, which made Evangeline giggled from the ticklish feeling.

After they cleaned themselves and got dressed, they went out from Eric's apartment only to be stopped at the sight of Asher in front of the door holding a bunch of plastic bags that seemed to be food base from the distinct aroma.

"What are you doing here?" Evangeline asked, frowning. She didn't want to deal with her cousin so early as five in the morning.

Asher brushed Evangeline's hostility away. "I've brought you food, of course." Glancing at Eric, he sneered. "I'm sure you already exhausted yourself eating bland, cheap food."

"I don't want it. You go and eat it." Evangeline ignored Asher and pulled Eric's arm. "Let's go, Eric."

"Eva." Asher blocked her way and his angry face turned a bit sad as his voice was pleading. "Let's go home. You don't have to endure living in this . . . ," he roamed his eyes in disdain, "old smelly place."

When Evangeline didn't reply, Asher continued, "Come home with me, okay? Don't endure this kind of living."

Evangeline looked at Asher in the eyes. "This place may not have a two-meter tub with Jacuzzi. Doesn't have carpeted floors and no queen's size bed nor memory cushioned couched and oak tables." She then briefly glanced at Eric and smiled, gripping his hand. "But everything I needed is here, and I'm contented."

". . ." Asher stared at Evangeline with a dropped jaw. His cousin, who hated anything old and vintage. Who whined if the tub wasn't wide enough for her to swim, who hated the feeling of the slimy floors and complained about chairs that hurt her butt and back, was saying she was contented? He couldn't believe Evangeline had fallen this deep on a guy who couldn't afford even a single makeup on her face.

Asher snapped at Eric, face murderous while the latter avoided his eyes.

"Fine." Asher gave up, and raised both arms. "I'll stay here together with you from now on."

"What?!" Evangeline shriek. "Don't even think about it or else . . . you'll find yourself in tomorrow's news."

Asher challenge her stare, smirking. "Go ahead. I don't care anymore."

Evangeline gnashed her teeth. "You . . ."

"Let's not fight." Eric stepped in between Evangeline and Asher, meeting the latter's gaze. He briefly glanced at Evangeline and smiled reassuringly. "How about this, Asher can visit you every day––"

"Eric," Evangeline wined.

Eric gripped Evangeline's hand, comforting her while his eyes never left Asher's. "But he can't stay overnight."

"No way." Asher wanted to punch Eric's face and his fingers clenched to kept himself from grabbing the guy's collar and slam him against the wall. "I'll stay here, and that's final!"

"No." Eric's face turned serious. "This is my apartment, and I have the right to refuse you. Evangeline and I needed our space. Our privacy is important to me, and I won't allow anyone even you to disturb it."

Evangeline clamped her lips, repressing a smile while Asher's face couldn't be painted.

"You have the right to see and visit her, and I have no problem with that. But all I ask of you is to respect our privacy," Eric said.

"With that said," Eric looked at Evangeline and smiled, "how about the three of us have our breakfast together?"

". . ." Evangeline wasn't keen on the idea because they couldn't be lovey-dovey with Asher around, but she also didn't want to antagonize Asher more.

"Fine," she said, walking back inside the room.

Eric stood aside from the door to let Asher in who was standing there with a blank face. Asher walked inside but stopped beside Eric.

Asher's lips twisted up into a horrendous grin, eyes narrowing. "Consider yourself lucky. But be prepared, the moment she leaves you, that time, even God can't help you."

Eric sighed as he watched Asher stomped his way in.

Well, I tried . . .