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“Seriously, that guy?” Erwin mused as he leant over the bar counter top at the ball when he finally gathered up the courage to approach her.
Reign looked over her shoulder and shrugged.
“He’s hot.”
“He’s a douchebag—” Erwin continued.
“At least he doesn’t blame his duties for his inability to stay.”
Erwin’s mouth curved into a smirk, though he could feel the sting of her words. The dim lighting of the ballroom softened the sharpness of her gaze, but nothing could dilute the challenge in it. She was as bold as ever, unafraid to take jabs at him, even now when the air between them was laden with words unspoken, moments unaddressed.
“Touché,” he said, his voice a low murmur, audible only to her. He straightened, standing a bit taller as he cast a brief, disapproving glance at her dance partner across the room. “But I’m honest about it.”
She let out a low laugh, tilting her head as though sizing him up. “And you think that makes you better than him?”
A spark flickered between them, igniting memories that had only existed in the dark corners of his mind for the past few years. Reign’s eyes narrowed slightly, her lips parting as if she had more to say but was stopping herself. It was this tension, this strange magnetic pull, that had always lingered between them—so potent, yet perpetually unresolved.
He raised a brow, matching her gaze. “I’m here now, aren’t I?” His voice softened, taking on a rare vulnerability. "Seems you’re not exactly dismissing me.”
Reign’s jaw tightened for a fleeting second before her usual playful confidence took over. She turned back toward her empty glass, her finger tracing the rim. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the show,” she replied, the coolness of her tone belying the warmth of her gaze that she dared only to let linger for a moment.
Erwin felt a pang, recognizing the barrier she’d put up, one he couldn’t blame her for. After all, he’d been the one to walk away, convinced that was what they both needed. He knew he was risking reopening old wounds by being here now. But her laugh, the way her eyes had flashed when she caught sight of him—it had been worth every second of that risk.
He leaned in closer, their proximity dangerous in its own right. “You know, if you’re looking for company, I could do a hell of a lot better than that hot douchebag .”
She laughed again, a little softer this time, though her eyes searched his face, perhaps looking for sincerity beneath his suave façade.
“And why should I choose you, Erwin Smith?” Her voice was almost teasing, yet it trembled ever so slightly.
Erwin felt a pull, a deep, stirring ache that brought every buried feeling rushing to the surface. It was raw and complicated, far from resolved. But for the first time, he felt they were both dangerously close to admitting what they’d both known all along—that neither of them had truly let go.
Erwin gave a low chuckle, letting her question hang in the air between them as he watched her, his gaze holding an intensity that Reign could feel as much as see. She looked away for a moment, as if to avoid the heat of his stare, her fingers still tracing the edge of her glass. But it wasn’t long before her eyes drifted back to him, a hint of mischief in their depths.
“Well, go on then,” she said, folding her arms and leaning back, casting him a challenging smile. “Convince me why I should pick you over the competition.”
Erwin’s smirk softened, replaced with a look that was somehow both earnest and daring. “I think you already know,” he replied smoothly, his voice like warm honey, laced with a playful edge.
She laughed, rolling her eyes as if to dismiss his confidence, but he could see the spark in her expression. “That’s quite an assumption, even for you. You must really think you’re something special.”
“Only because I know what I’m worth,” he replied, unfazed. He leaned back against the bar beside her, folding his arms casually. “Besides, if I’m so forgettable, why are we even having this conversation?”
The challenge in his tone caught her off guard, and for a moment, she struggled to find a retort. It wasn’t often that anyone managed to leave her speechless. Still, she quickly composed herself, a small smile tugging at her lips as she shook her head.
“You’ve got some nerve,” she said, fixing him with a pointed look. “Alright, you might have a point. But tell me, Erwin—why tonight? Why now, after all this time?”
His smirk faded slightly as he considered her question. She watched him, and for the first time that evening, she saw something unguarded in his gaze. “I suppose—I figured it was time I stopped waiting,” he admitted quietly, almost to himself.
She felt a pang in her chest, both surprised and unsettled by his honesty. She opened her mouth to reply, but he continued, his tone softening. “I thought maybe you were waiting too.”
The words hung between them, each one hitting her with a force she hadn’t expected. She searched his face, looking for a hint of the old Erwin she had known—the one who’d always been so focused, so unreachable. But now, under the soft glow of the ballroom lights, she saw something else—a man willing to risk vulnerability for her, to drop his guard for just this one night.
“Maybe I was,” she replied, her voice just above a whisper. The admission felt strange on her lips, yet somehow right, like something that had always been there but never spoken aloud.
He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his gaze locking onto hers with renewed intensity. “So,” he said, a playful glint returning to his eyes, “does that mean I’ve won?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Smith,” she replied, though her smirk softened, and her eyes held his in a way that left little room for misinterpretation.
He chuckled, undeterred. “Alright, how about this—one dance, and if you’re still unimpressed, I’ll leave you to your hot date.”
“You seem to be hyper-fixated on my hot date—are you sure you’d rather not have this dance with him?"
He rolled his eyes playfully. “Come on, one dance.”
She raised an eyebrow, the suggestion both surprising and tempting. “Just one?”
“For now,” he answered, his eyes narrowing in defiance. “Consider it a—taste.”
She laughed, unable to stop herself from indulging in his little game. “Fine, Commander . One dance. But don’t start getting ahead of yourself now.”
“It’s Premier now, actually,” he said, taking her hand in his, Erwin led her to the dance floor, and as the music swelled around them, he pulled her close, their bodies falling into a rhythm as natural as breathing. She could feel his hand on her waist, firm but gentle, his touch sending a thrill up her spine. Her pulse quickened, and she caught his gaze, noticing the way his blue eyes had darkened.
“Still unimpressed?” he asked, his voice low, a hint of a smile on his lips as he looked down at her.
“Maybe a little less unimpressed,” she replied, feigning indifference even as her heart hammered in her chest.
He chuckled, a rich, warm sound that reverberated through her. “Only a little?”
She shrugged, her eyes dancing with mirth. “I’m a hard woman to impress.”
“Lucky for you, I’m a persistent man,” he replied, his grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly. There was something in his gaze now, a silent promise that made her breath catch.
They moved in sync, each step bringing them closer, until the space between them was almost nonexistent. His hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her in until there was barely any room to breathe.
“Still just a little impressed?” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
She closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “Maybe more than a little.”
His chuckle sent shivers through her, and she felt her resolve begin to waver. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, his expression softening as their gazes locked.
“Reign,” he whispered, and her name on his lips was almost her undoing. She held his gaze, searching his face, feeling the weight of all the unsaid words, the unfinished moments between them. For once, it felt like everything was finally within reach.
But before she could respond, the song ended, leaving them standing in the center of the dance floor, breathless and utterly still. The world seemed to fade around them, and for that one moment, it was just the two of them, caught in each other’s orbit.
“Well?” he asked softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Still unconvinced?”
She took a steadying breath, her heart pounding as she allowed herself to smile. “Maybe you’ve got my attention— just a little more than before.”
“Good,” he replied, a spark of satisfaction in his gaze. He released her, though his hand lingered just a second longer on her back before dropping to his side. “Maybe next time, I won’t have to stop at just one dance.”
Her smirk softened into something more tender, and she nodded, her voice just above a whisper. “We’ll see about that.”
Erwin watched her for a lingering moment, the music fading into the background as the last few notes of the dance left them in silence. He broke their gaze only to glance around the ballroom, his expression turning contemplative.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” he murmured, a suggestion hidden in his tone, his eyes glinting with a touch of mischief. “These events can be—a bit stifling, don’t you think?”
Reign raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his proposal. “And where exactly do you plan on taking me, Premier now, is it?”
“Oh, I don’t know—” He feigned casualness, his lips quirking into a smirk. “A walk, perhaps. Anywhere but here.” He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Unless you’re afraid of breaking a few rules.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing full well that he was challenging her. “I’m not afraid of anything, least of all rules.” Her lips curled into a grin as she pulled back, as if to test him. “But you, of all people, suggesting rule-breaking? This, I have to see.”
Erwin chuckled, offering her his arm with a confident air. “I can be full of surprises.”
A laugh escaped her as she took his arm, letting him lead her through the crowd and out into the cool night air. The quiet outside was a relief, a stark contrast to the noise and formality they’d left behind. They strolled side by side, moving further from the glow of the ballroom, their pace slowing as they settled into a more intimate conversation.
As they walked, Erwin’s usual formality melted away, replaced by a more relaxed charm she’d rarely seen. He talked of little things—the stars, the weight of leadership, his favorite spots around town—all with a warmth that made him feel so much more human, more reachable. Their laughter mingled with the cool night breeze, and with each step, the distance between them seemed to narrow.
After a while, they found themselves standing in front of his home, a modest but elegant building, its windows glowing softly in the night. Reign stopped, looking up at the house with a mix of curiosity and caution.
“Your idea of a walk is suspiciously close to home,” she teased, folding her arms with a playful smile.
Erwin shrugged, keeping his tone casual, though his gaze lingered on her. “Call it a convenient coincidence.”
She raised an eyebrow, but before she could say anything more, he extended an invitation with a nonchalant air. “Would you like to come in? Just for a bit. I’ve got some good whiskey—far better than whatever they were serving back there.”
The offer was simple, but his voice carried a note of intention that made her pulse quicken. She paused, weighing her options, but the curiosity in his eyes drew her in, leaving her with a sense of intrigue she couldn’t ignore.
“Alright, one drink,” she said, feigning indifference. “But don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.”
Erwin’s smile deepened, a glint of challenge in his gaze. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“So,” Reign began, her voice cutting through the silence with a smirk, “how often do you lure women away from formal events with whiskey and talk of stargazing?”
He laughed, his breath visible in the cool night air. “Hardly ever. In fact, this might be the first time. Consider yourself honored.”
“Oh, I feel very special,” she teased, the sarcasm in her voice softened by the glint of intrigue in her eyes. “But really, you’re supposed to be a respectable military official. Imagine the scandal if anyone saw us.”
Erwin shrugged, undeterred, his hands resting loosely in his pockets. “You think too highly of people’s concern. I’m sure the most scandalous thing I could do in their eyes is drink the rest of the night away in my office. Besides—” He shot her a sidelong glance. “It seems to me like you enjoy a little mischief now and then.”
She chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Maybe. But I’m surprised that you do.”
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”
“Oh, really?” she challenged, arching a brow. “Well then, tell me something unexpected. Something I wouldn’t know just by looking at you.”
He paused, considering her with a faint smile, his gaze catching hers in the dim light. “Alright. I used to think that getting to this point in life meant I’d be finished with— these sorts of impulses,” he confessed, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “But here I am, sneaking away from a ball just to spend a few more minutes with someone I can’t stop thinking about.”
She glanced up at him, the expression in her eyes softening for a moment before she broke the tension with a smirk. “Oh, you’re full of surprises tonight.”
“And you’re deflecting,” he countered smoothly, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What about you? Here you are, following a scandalous man like me through darkened streets—and to his home. Are you going to blame it all on the whiskey, or admit you’re enjoying this?”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Fine, I’ll admit it. It’s nice to see you let your guard down for once, even if you’re trying your best to act like it’s no big deal.”
He chuckled, nodding in agreement as he looked down at her, his expression softening. “It’s rare, you’re right. Sometimes I forget that life isn’t all paperwork and orders.”
“Glad I could remind you,” she replied, a hint of warmth in her voice as she nudged his shoulder playfully. “Just don’t blame me if you’re late for work tomorrow. I’d hate to be the reason you’re irresponsible for a change.”
Erwin chuckled, feigning an exasperated sigh. “Oh, I’d never hear the end of it. You know, you’re practically scandalous yourself, dragging the Premier away from his duties.”
“Is that so?” She raised an eyebrow, stopping just outside his front door, her gaze challenging. “Well, I’ll have to add it to my list of achievements.”
He paused at the door, taking in the look of defiance mixed with curiosity in her eyes. For a moment, he just stood there, admiring the quiet fire she held. He turned the key in the lock, glancing back at her with a grin.
“Then come in,” he said, his voice laced with that familiar, enticing tone. “And let’s see what else you can add to that list tonight.”
They stepped inside, the warmth of the room immediately wrapping around them, dispelling the cool of the night. The soft glow of a lamp cast a gentle light over the room, highlighting the richness of his surroundings—wood-paneled walls, well-worn bookshelves, and the faint scent of leather and cedar that seemed to fill every corner. It was both comforting and a bit overwhelming, a private space so unmistakably his.
Erwin poured them each a drink, and they settled onto the small couch near the fireplace. She took a sip, letting the warmth of the whiskey seep through her, and when she looked up, she found his gaze fixed on her.
He leaned forward, his voice soft. “You know, I’ve missed this,” he murmured, his gaze tracing her face with a tenderness she hadn’t seen before. “These quiet moments. They remind me of all the things I’d almost forgotten I cared about.”
Reign blinked, caught off guard by his sincerity, and a soft laugh escaped her. “Since when did Erwin Smith become such a romantic?”
He smiled, tilting his glass in a mock toast. “Since tonight, apparently.”
They fell into a comfortable silence, the tension between them thickening as he closed the space between them ever so slightly. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, a gentle but undeniable pull, and as she met his eyes, she realized he was no longer hiding his intentions.
He set his glass down, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered on her cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. “Reign,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting. “I have to admit—I didn’t plan on bringing you here just for a drink.”
Her heart skipped a beat as his hand slid down to her shoulder, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against her skin. She could feel herself leaning into him, her resolve melting with each passing second.
“Oh, I know,” she replied softly, a smirk tugging at her lips. “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to see what the great Erwin Smith has in mind.”
His smile turned wicked, and without another word, he closed the remaining distance, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both gentle and deeply charged, a promise of the passion he’d kept hidden. His hands rested on her waist, pulling her closer, and she found herself responding, her arms wrapping around his neck as she surrendered to the moment.
The room seemed to fade around them as their kiss deepened, each touch, each whispered breath fueling the fire between them. It was a rare glimpse into a side of him that few people saw—a side that wasn’t bound by duty or honor, but driven purely by desire.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, he looked at her with a tenderness that stole her breath away. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, a plea that she could feel as much as hear.
She didn't need to think twice before knowing what her answer was going to be. The look in her eyes said everything. She leaned in again, her lips finding his, and in that quiet moment, she knew that this was a line she was willing to cross.
“If you ask really nicely, I just might,” she whispered against his lips.
Erwin chuckled softly, a warm sound that vibrated between them, and he tightened his hold on her, his forehead pressing gently against hers. “Is that a challenge?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, his blue eyes glinting with that familiar confidence, softened now by something deeper, something just for her.
“Maybe,” she whispered back, the playfulness in her tone edged with anticipation. She ran her fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under her touch.
Erwin leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, his breath mingling with hers in the quiet between them. “If I ask you as sincerely as I know how—” His voice was warm, tinged with a hint of humor but also something deeper. “Would you?” He gave her hand a slight squeeze, the faintest plea in his eyes as he whispered, “Stay with me, Reign. Just for tonight, let’s have this.”
"So you can leave again?" She said, a hint of malice laced in her voice.
Erwin’s expression faltered for a moment, the warmth in his eyes dimming as her words hit him. He pulled back slightly, studying her face, and then let out a soft sigh. “Maybe I deserve that,” he admitted, his voice low. “But tonight—I don’t want to be the man who has to leave. Not with you.”
Reign’s eyes held his, unblinking. “You always say that, Erwin. You’re here one moment, gone the next. It’s—exhausting.”
He nodded, as if absorbing the weight of her words, his fingers still loosely intertwined with hers. “I know it’s unfair of me to ask for even more of you,” he replied gently. “But I’m asking anyway, because tonight, I don’t want to be anywhere else.” He paused, his voice turning softer. “And I don’t think you want to, either.”
Reign’s gaze softened, but the uncertainty lingered. “You have a way of making me want to believe you,” she murmured. “But how do I know this isn’t just another night to you?”
Erwin’s lips curved in a sad smile as he lifted her hand to his chest, where his heart beat steadily beneath her fingers. “Because tonight, you’re all I want, Reign. And I won’t pretend this is anything less than that. Not to you.”
She held his gaze, searching his face, and after a pause, she exhaled, the tension easing. “Then don’t make me regret it, Erwin.”
His eyes softened, and he gave her a faint, sincere smile. “I won’t.”
In one smooth motion, he pulled her closer, guiding her through the quiet, dimly lit hallway toward his room. Each step seemed to draw them deeper into the moment, the world outside fading away. They barely noticed the soft click of the door closing behind them, the night blanketing them in solitude.
Standing in his room, Erwin paused to take her in fully, his gaze lingering as though he were seeing her for the first time. His hand came up to gently cup her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone. “You—are extraordinary, you know that?” he said, his voice a gentle murmur. The vulnerability in his expression took her off guard, and her heart quickened under his touch.
Reign’s lips curved into a small smile, and she rested her hand over his, pressing his palm lightly to her cheek. “You don’t have to say anything, Erwin. I’m here because I want to be.”
Something unspoken passed between them then, and without another word, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a tender, lingering kiss that spoke of every unsaid feeling, every moment they’d been holding back. Each touch, each soft breath, seemed to melt away the boundaries they’d kept between them for so long.
They moved to the bed in a gentle, unhurried dance, their hands exploring and rediscovering with reverence and care. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her collarbone, as if memorizing every inch, every detail of her presence.
His arms grew a mind of their own and started to act on their own accord—making their way to the doing of her dress. His movements became increasingly hurried, with more force than they should necessarily be. This moment, right now, is one that he has played out in his mind—so many times that he’s probably lost count. This feeling—of holding her close once again, of feeling the warmth of her skin, of touching her in ways that bring out the most lewd and slutty moans out of her mouth.
He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her closer while his other hand was tearing the last piece of clothing that hugged her body—and the action alone made her feel the familiar heat that pooled in her abdomen. Erwin threw her on the bed and she propped herself on her elbows as he stood back and gave her the best strip show of her damn life.
He climbed on top of her, his lips went straight to her neck like magnets drawn to iron. His warm and wet tongue danced on her hot flesh and his teeth marked his territory in their wake.
“I’ve imagined us having this exact moment more times than I’d like to admit,” Erwin murmured as he left kisses down her neck and to her chest.
Her lustful moans in response only drove him to pleasure her even further. His hand cupped one of her breasts, the other was taken captive by his sinful mouth. He switched between them, not making the mistake of giving one a bit too much attention. Her back arched up in the sensation—seeking more of his touch, more of his affection on her body.
His lips traveled lower, before coming back up to meet hers in a hot, writhing kiss. His tongue broke through her defenses and claimed her mouth as his own. Her hand palmed his growing eagerness through the fabric of his boxers. He pressed against her hand—showing her just how much he wanted her.
“Yeah—I can tell,” she grinned. “You’re not being very subtle about that.”
He breathed out with his mouth, it came out as nothing short of a chuckle. “I don’t want to be subtle. I want you to know exactly how much I want you.”
Reign moaned in the kiss and her hands teased him by slightly tugging on the waistband of his boxers before pushing away the fabric that was constricting his cock from in its prison. It sprung out and twitched in its new-found freedom.
He let out a throaty groan when her fingers wrapped around his girth and her thumb stroked the tip of his dick that was spilling with pre-cum. She looked up at him, her fingers still stroking him slowly—painfully teasingly.
“You know I want you too, I’m practically dripping right now,” she said back. His eyes darkened at her lustful words and he looked down at her—his fingers entangling themselves in her hair.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” he said in a low voice, his hand in her hair guiding her towards his colossal erection.
“Mhm,” she hummed as she stuck her tongue out and stared at him through her lashes as she wrapped it around him—closing her eyes and starting to slowly bob her head.
“Fuck—” Erwin cursed when he felt himself disappear in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his dick, taking more of it as she goes. Her head went down all the way until she couldn’t take it anymore, and then it came back up—releasing his dick with a pop. His head fell back with pleasure when she dipped down even lower and softly sucked on his balls.
She was taken aback when he grabbed her by the head and pushed his dick right back in her mouth, rocking his hips slowly. He started slow, but then began to pick up the pace—pushing his big hard cock down her mouth until he felt her throat clench around it.
She let him take over and use her mouth to chase his own pleasure, and he took this chance to fuck her face—something that he’d only been fantasizing over for the past few years. He pulled her back slightly, a sleek string of saliva connecting his dick to her mouth, before pushing himself back in her mouth again.
He felt himself closing in—and as tempting as the idea to come in that pretty mouth of hers was, his desire to make her feel good, to please her and to have her completely at his mercy was stronger.
And so he pulled back.
His lips crashed on hers once more—completely disregarding where it had just been—and pushed her flat on the bed and pinned her body down with his. He moved down her body, leaving a trail of kisses until he reached her thighs and spread them open for himself.
Her thighs bore proof of how ready she was for him. His head hovered between them and his arms held her hips down in place, ready to taste her. And then after what felt like an eternity, his tongue flicked out and licked a long strip between her folds. Her hands flew in his hair immediately and instinctively to hold him close, and her hips bucked upwards in need of more of his touch—more of that friction.
His tongue slowly started working faster. He occasionally looked up to observe her reaction—never stopping the task at hand. He positioned himself better to allow himself more access to enter a finger inside her, slowly pumping in and out of her as his tongue danced on her clit.
“Oh, fu—I need more, please,” she pleaded with him and he complied, adding another finger and pushing them deeper inside her in a curling motion.
Reign let out a cry in pleasure when he started to hit the spot. “Shit, ye-s, right there—” she said through ragged breaths and his fingers quickened their pace inside her.
His fingers fucked her pussy relentlessly, and her hips also started to rock in a rhythm to reach her climax faster. She was getting close, riding the curve of her approaching bliss making her greedy for more. The pure ecstasy had her head get dizzy and her ears ringing when she finally toppled over the edge and felt her orgasm crash over her.
“Fuck, yes—don’t stop, please, don’t stop—” her moans rang like music in his ears as he held her and fucked her through her orgasm.
Her legs closed around herself instinctively, but he quickly grabbed her by her knees and then spread them back apart.
“Keep them open for me, please,” his voice reverberated against her lips as he leant down to capture them in yet another kiss again. He positioned himself between her legs, stroking his dick against her already eager entrance.
“Do you plan on teasing me forever?” She teases—grabbing his face in her hands and pulling away from the kiss.
“You’re always so greedy,” he chuckled at her.
“Oh?” She scoffed, “ I don’t remember you ever complaining about me being a whore for you.”
He hummed in response, slowly pushing his cock inside her. “As long as it’s me you’re being a whore for.”
He started to rock his hips slowly, diving deep inside her before pulling back almost all the way and then pushing back in. Her legs wrapped around his waist—pulling him in closer. His pace quickened, and his lips connected to the flesh on her neck once more. It was like he was a man starved and the only thing that could satiate him was her.
He buried his cock inside her until he couldn’t go on anymore. He reveled in the furore of feeling her stretch around him.
“Wait—” she panted, “it’s in too deep.”
He paid no heed to whatever she had to say and instead lowered himself to whisper in her ear, “ You can take it. You’ve done it before. ”
Erwin’s head rose and his gemstone-like eyes bore into hers in an intensity that burnt through any and all inhibitions that they had. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her in place and started moving quicker, his pace becoming more erratic—his composure falling apart.
She gasped his name under her breath making all the hair on his neck stand up and a shiver ran down his spine. He pulled himself out abruptly, earning a loud whine from her.
She cried out, partly in pleasure—partly at the precipitance of his action. He didn’t waste much time after he painfully drew back before pounding into her again. He grabbed her legs and flung them over his shoulders before quickening his pace once again—his body moved in urgency in retaliation to the arousal he felt building up within.
“Fuck, Erwin—faster, please,” she yelped through ragged gasps as she felt him pushing deeper, hitting her exactly where she needed him to hit. Erwin leaned down, his one hand grabbed hers and pinned them over her head—the other engaged itself fondling with her breast before moving up to her throat to squeeze it just enough to block the air pressure.
He chuckled as he fucked her cunt relentlessly, chasing his own release. “You’re such a dirty little slut. My dirty little slut. ”
Reign felt the orgasm building within her and she lost herself in the sensation of the pleasure—paired with the words that just left Erwin’s mouth, her mind went completely blank and the only thing she could focus on was the storming heat that she felt unleashing in her stomach.
Erwin followed closely behind and with the final few pumps, he felt himself reaching the point from where he finally toppled over—pulling himself out and spilling his cum on her chest and stomach. His arms eventually gave out and he dropped down on her—burying his head in the crook of her neck.
They lay together in the quiet aftermath, breaths heavy and mingling as they came down from the intensity. Erwin kept his head nestled against her neck, his warm breath skimming her skin. For a moment, neither of them moved, still caught in the warmth of the closeness they’d shared. Reign's fingers lazily traced along his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat gradually slow.
Eventually, Erwin pulled himself up with a sigh, reaching for a cloth nearby. With a soft, almost shy smile, he began to clean her off, his movements gentle and caring, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “Let me,” he said quietly, his fingers brushing against her skin as he tended to her.
Reign’s lips curved into a soft smile, her eyes warm as they held his. “You know, you actually did better than I anticipated” she whispered, a glint of humor softening the tenderness in her tone.
A gentle laugh escaped him, and he rested his forehead against hers, their noses brushing in an easy, intimate gesture. “Did you just call me old?”
“Well, you’re certainly older—”
“Oh, thank you so much for your kind words,” he laughed out loud.
Reign tilted her head, grinning as she looked up at him. “You know, that was—decent.”
He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Just decent?”
“Well, I mean, it was good for your age,” she teased, biting back a smile.
Erwin let out a mock sigh. “That’s the thanks I get? Maybe next time, I’ll just keep my so-called decent skills to myself.”
She laughed, poking his side. “Oh, come on, don’t act so hurt," she said with a mock-serious look, as if deep in thought. "Actually, I think I’ll have to review it a few more times before I can say for sure. You know, for accuracy’s sake.”
Erwin’s laugh was warm, his gaze holding hers with a mischievous glint. “I’d hate to disappoint. A few more reviews should do the trick.”
She leaned up, brushing her lips against his in a light kiss, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke against his mouth. “Good, because I was hoping for a more thorough—examination.”
“Thorough, you say?” He smiled against her lips, his hand drifting to rest against the curve of her back. “Well, I have to warn you, I don’t do anything halfway.”
Her grin widened as she let out a soft laugh, and she traced her fingers along his jaw, looking up at him with a spark in her eyes. “Good thing I don’t settle for less.”