Maybe he should tear off that swimsuit. Strip her naked. Rip apart all that expensive pretense that let her remain composed even in a moment like this, and expose the truth: that her flesh was just as disgusting, just as base an animal as his own.
So that the difference between them would no longer crush him.
“Actually, I once looked out of curiosity. With a mirror.”
Eve admitted she had seen her own most intimate place, then smiled slyly, dragging a hand down her flat stomach. Her fingers paused briefly on the swell of her pubic bone, then descended. She made him imagine what she had seen there. Ethan’s breathing turned ragged.
‘Why? I can touch my own body whenever I want.’
Only now did the hidden meaning of that phrase sink in.
‘So touch me instead.’
Ethan surrendered his cock entirely to Eve’s hand. She watched, unblinking, as his hand approached her thighs — white as ivory. She seemed to have forgotten even how to breathe. Seeing Eve just as nervous as he was, Ethan reclaimed his lost arousal.
“Ah…”
Only when he touched her did the woman finally exhale, her fragile body arching. Through the dense fabric, he felt soft yielding. Ethan extended his middle finger and pressed it against the center of her flesh, stroking downward.
“Hngh!”
Not bone.
He found something hard and round. Perhaps this was the very spot she had confessed to touching when she was bored?
“Here…”
“Nn…”
“Like this…”
“Haa…”
“Did you rub yourself there?”
“Hngh!”
He pulled away the hand she had clamped over her own mouth. Outside, through the thin cabin wall, came the sound of laughter. Becky and Tom were still in the sea.
“Don’t hold back your moans.”
Moan vulgar. Like an ordinary person.
“Ah! Ahh!”
“Eve.”
She was already on the edge from his caresses, but it was his voice — hoarse with barely contained arousal — that dripped with true passion.
“When you touched yourself… did you ever imagine it was me touching you?”
From the day we kissed. From the moment I felt his hands on my body, I imagined it every night. After that, my own touch no longer satisfied me the way it used to.
Eve, drunk on the strange pleasure blooming in her familiar body, nodded without opening her eyes.
“And now? How does it feel when the fantasy becomes reality?”
“I want…”
More. So much more that I surprise even myself. Where is all this lust coming from?
A fuse had ignited inside her — one she hadn’t even known existed. It felt as though he was about to show her a world of pleasure she had never dared dream of.
Was he pleased with her answer? Ethan crushed his mouth against hers with fierce hunger.
“Mmgh— haa…”
Their lips parted with a wet, obscene sound. Eve felt something damp beneath her chin and flinched.
His tongue slid down her neck. The salty skin tasted sweet to Ethan.
“Hngh — that tickles…”
Eve squirmed, but when his head dipped lower, past her collarbones, her eyes flew wide open.
“Ah!”
Ethan bit down gently on the tip of her breast. Right through the swimsuit, yet so precisely it was as if he could see it. When she stared down at him with wide eyes, he smiled lewdly.
“What? This is what they’re for, isn’t it? To be sucked.”
“Vulgar…”
“Are the princess’s nipples gilded? Not to be sucked?”
“Ha… When did I ever say that?”
She frowned at the obscene words falling from an educated man’s lips. But on the other hand — now that she had already become a slave to the flesh — it only excited her.
“Nngh!”
Her breast grew noticeably firm, and the man, like an animal, covered it with his mouth and drew it in, fabric and all.
“Ah— strange…”
A tingling electric current raced from the tip of her breast to the ends of her toes. She had never felt anything so strange, so unbearable. I’m going mad. She could no longer stand still.
She shifted her legs and writhed her whole body — until his large hand pressed down on her lower belly, pinning her against the door. The moment he stilled her, his finger, pressing against her clit, began to move roughly.
“Ah— ahh!”
His touch was unpredictable. There was no way to brace for the pleasure his hands delivered.
Sharp pleasure pierced her from within. Deeper. More tormenting.
The peak was approaching. Gasping, Eve whispered:
“Don’t stop—”
But she didn’t finish. Pleasure closed her throat. Unable even to cry out, trapped between the door and the man’s body, she shuddered from head to toe and reached the summit.
“Haa… that was the best.”
Everything she had experienced before now seemed like a child’s game.
Ethan’s chest was heaving as hard as Eve’s. He had stripped the princess of all her thick armor.
Her haughty, elegant expression — the one she had maintained even during this filthy coupling — had collapsed, revealing naked vulnerability. Vulgar moans fell from her makeup-less lips, and her always-straight body had gone slack. The only thing still hard on her was the nipple he had sucked.
The satisfaction of seeing Lady Evelyn’s true nature was stronger than the pleasure of caressing her flesh.
“Ngh…”
“Ha!”
As if someone had grabbed him and shaken him, he came without anyone touching him at all. Right between the startled Eve’s legs. Right onto her pubic bone, where his finger had been stroking. Ethan groaned, smearing his seed across the fabric covering her flesh.
A new desire stirred in him.
Next time, I’ll come inside you. Until you’re pregnant with my child. So you can never leave me.
Their first shared orgasm changed them both.
“Tonight, I’ll leave my bedroom window open.”
“Close it tightly. Bugs will get in.”
Eve, in contrast, had grown bold — while Ethan was beginning to grow afraid.
At sunset, they sat side by side on a hidden beach beneath the cliffs. The woman’s eyes, painted by the fading sun, reminded him of the sea. Only in her pupils, what brimmed to the edge was not water — but passion.
Ethan, having come once already onto his beloved’s body, had shed his physical lust and begun to yearn for spiritual intimacy. Eve, having tasted his touch just once, had begun to crave more.
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