Reagan
The anticipation welling up within Reagan had her more on edge than anything else ever had in her life. But not in a bad way. The front door clicked shut behind them, causing heavy promise to start lingering in the air.
"Bedroom?" she asked Eustace, suddenly feeling a little nervous about it. Not because she thought he was going to back out or anything like that, but just because of how much this meant to her.
"If that's okay with you. We can have a drink or something first if you prefer."
She shook her head. "There's only one thing I've wanted all night, and it's not in the kitchen."
She reached out and took his hand, leading him upstairs and into her bedroom. She was glad she hadn't made a huge mess in there when getting ready earlier, so it looked good for the two of them.
"Will you unzip me?" she asked, turning her back to him.
He stepped forward and brushed her hair out of the way, his fingers trailing gently over the skin of her neck. He pulled the zipper down, the sensation nothing more than a whisper.
"There." He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder blade.
Reagan closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation for a moment.
She turned back to face him and let the dress slip away, quickly stripping herself in her underwear. Thankfully, it seemed as if Eustace had caught on to what she was doing and started taking off his tux.
It was freeing to be naked in front of him, more so than she'd ever thought possible before.
"Reagan," he murmured.
She went to him, pressing her body against his and enjoying the feel of skin against skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, putting all of the pent up desire and hunger she'd been feeling for the entire night into the one kiss.
He responded in kind, making it clear that she wasn't the only one who had been thinking about it.
She backed him towards the bed and broke their kiss so she could gently push him down by the shoulders.
He went willingly, looking up at her with adoring eyes.
"Lie back?" she asked.
He shuffled onto the bed, baring himself to her in the same way she'd done to him earlier.
Dozens of ideas sprang to mind about what she could do to him, but all of them would have to wait. For the entire evening, all she'd been able to think about was what it would feel like to have him inside her again, and that was what she was determined to do now.
After that, they'd be able to take their time getting to know one another more.
The mattress dipped under her weight as she climbed on and swung her leg over so she was straddling him. She could feel how hard he was against her leg, only making her more desperate for the feel of him within her. But she didn't want to rush this. She wanted to enjoy every moment of it.
She leaned down and pressed her lips against his, letting her hands roam over his body as they did.
"I want you inside me," she whispered against his lips. "Now."
He didn't waste any time. His hand slipped between their bodies, brushing against her skin in a way that made her nerves tingle and only added to the building release inside her. Having spent the entire night teasing them both at any opportunity had her coiled tighter than she'd ever thought possible.
He guided himself to her entrance and positioned himself so he could enter her easily.
She didn't want to wait, and sank down, seating herself completely.
The way he filled her was different to before, but she liked it just as much.
Slowly, she began to move her hips, setting a leisurely pace for the two of them that she was certain would become more frantic reasonably quickly. She arched her back, losing herself in the rhythm. His hands gripped her hips, helping to guide her. It all felt amazing. The only downside was that it wasn't easy to kiss him when they were moving like this.
Eustace seemed to realise that as well. He let go of one of her hips and used his free hand to push himself into a seated position.
Reagan let out a low moan as it brought them closer together, letting him hit the spot inside her that drove her crazy.
They rocked together, lost in a torrent of sensations and kisses. It got to the point where Reagan had no idea what they were actually doing, just that it felt amazing and she couldn't get enough of it.
Her release built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with each moment. She wasn't going to be able to last much longer, but she'd known that before they even started. This felt like they were getting eighteen months of pent up tension out of them even more than earlier did.
"Reagan," Eustace murmured against her neck. "I can't hold back much longer."
"Then don't," she responded. "I'm ready." She knew that as soon as he lost control, she would too.
Maybe she just needed to push them both over the edge at the same time.
She drew her magic to the surface and let it go, dancing along their skin and enhancing every sensation. It wouldn't do anything more than amplify what they were already feeling.
Eustace let out a groan and his movements became more and more erratic, leaving no doubt that he was on the edge of his release.
She finally let go of the coiled-up pleasure inside her, letting it wash through her. The world faded away until it was nothing more than the two of them in a haze of bliss. Her body began to shake and her skin tingled as every nerve in her body responded to the overload of sensation.
It was easy to let herself go. Sparkling pinpricks of light danced in front of her eyes and she was reasonably sure she cried out. But that was impossible to know for sure when she was barely able to focus.
Her release faded and she fell back onto the bed beside Eustace. He reached out for her and pulled her close. She nestled into him, already halfway towards a deep and blissful sleep.
If this was going to be the rest of her life, then she couldn't wait.