Damned. Doomed for all time, Nathaniel realized while his fingers were beyond him and his tongue did acrobatics with Eva's inside his own mouth. What he'd planned to be a simple, friendly grope had gone completely beyond the pale. Why? Because neither of them could, nor wanted to, control themselves around the other. Their bodies literally ached for each other.
Eva's hand bent unnaturally to somehow manipulate him in ways even he couldn't understand. She over-stimulated him immediately and his hips begged to pull back, but Nathaniel didn't allow them to move. Instead, he did the next most logical thing. His own hand retreated, slightly, and stimulated the outside of Eva's body, while a mystic fog covered their area behind the pillar. Nothing to draw attention, just enough to hide their forms from prying eyes and lookie-loos. Without removing his lips from hers, or his tongue from her mouth, Nathaniel's hands grabbed Eva's tender skin on the backs of her thighs and lifted his queen higher on the pillar. His hips slipped between her legs and with minimal direction his erection slid across the top of her as he lowered her. Up and down he bounced her slowly, direct head-to-clit satisfaction until the final time and he disappeared within her. The sensation caused his body to tense and it was all he'd craved. After only a few thrusts of his hips, Nate felt himself near completion and he slowed himself. He finally broke their kiss and panted beside her check. "I love you," he managed between hushed breaths, then without warning felt himself finish within her. Without missing a beat, Nathaniel continued to thrust into Eva, gently and with purpose. He rode through his orgasm and physically told her to use him in any way she needed. He was forever her instrument. "I stopped kissing you," he remembered with a smirk and remedied that issue by kissing her once again.