Golden.
Everything about him is golden.
It isn't my first time with a man, but Maker, I have never been so aroused and overcome with excited anticipation as I am at this moment.
I have never been with anyone like my Commander.
Ever.
The sound of my pounding heart echoes in my ears, and the deliciously incessant throbbing between my legs is quickly growing out of check as he lowers himself on top of me on his bed.
I stare, wide eyed and amazed, as he straddles me and lifts up his undershirt (the rest of his armor is already discarded along with my clothing on the ground), revealing his taut, flat stomach and his perfectly tapered waist. My eyes travel up from the waist of his breeches, following the trail of dark, golden hair leading up to his wide, sturdy chest. My gaze lingers there for a while, admiring the way the candlelight illuminates his skin, turning the dusting of hair on his chest into a pale gold, similar to the glorious golden mane on his head.
His eyes, hungry and framed with dark lashes that have occupied my fantasies for months, lock onto mine when I slide my gaze up to his face, and despite the dim light of his loft, they too are golden.
The corner of his lips pulls up into a crooked smirk that never fails to weaken my knees and make my bones feel hollow.
He shifts above me, balancing himself on one knee, and then the other, to pull down his breeches, taking great care to keep his eyes fixed on mine. Already naked beneath him (he has done a very impressive job of undressing me in a matter of seconds), I smile up at him, sliding my hands up to my breasts and squeezing them tight, tantalising him just as he is tantalising me.
"Maker," he breathes, and he speeds up, impatiently pulling down his briefs in his desperation.
My eyes flicker down to his erection as soon as it is freed from his smalls, and I squeeze my thighs close together tightly beneath him.
Before he could do anything further, I sit up and shift us around until he is flat on his back, his eyes widened and his breath hitching in anticipation.
I crawl over him and kiss his lips, his jaw, his neck. When I arrive at his chest, I dart my eyes up to his face and tease his nipples with my tongue, moaning in response to the low, deep groans that escape his lips. I continue downwards, following the trail of golden hair leading down to the dark, golden curls crowning his shaft. I pause, enjoying the way his body is trembling beneath me, the way his dark, hungry eyes watch me with unabashed reverence.
Gently, I curl my fingers around his length and squeeze.
"Ah!" he gasps, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and I see his fingers grasping helplessly at the sheets beneath him, desperate for some sort of purchase. I deliberately hover my mouth close to him, my hot breath making him twitch in my hand.
"Evelyn," he whimpers, barely able to keep his eyes open to watch me.
Slowly, teasingly, I open my mouth and bring it closer to him, licking the curve of his head with the tip of my tongue.
"Oh, Maker," he cries, closing his eyes as he visibly restrains himself from thrusting into my mouth. I flick my tongue again, and again, and again, until he is literally shaking beneath me, his breath coming in loud, ragged gasps.
Finally, I cease my teasing and put an end to his sweet torture, enveloping him completely with my mouth. His cries echo throughout his loft, and I wonder briefly if the sound carries out of his office.
I suck harder, my head moving faster, up and down, up and down, humming around him as he swears and pleads for me not to stop. I free him from my mouth and move down to his balls, sucking and licking them while my hand pumps him slowly.
"I can't—" he gasps, lifting his head up to look at me, "I'm going to—Ah, Maker!"
He comes right then, his hips rising off the bed as he spasms, my hands still moving up and down around him, gradually slowing down the pace in sync with his breathing.
I take him in my mouth again, rolling my tongue around his tip, sucking and licking him clean.
Breathless, he sits up and cradles my face, bringing his mouth to mine and kissing me possessively, his groans filling my body and travelling to my very core.
"Maker's breath," he breathes, cupping my breasts in his palms. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"No where," I smile, my breath hitching when he teases my nipples with his calloused thumbs. "I've never done that to a man before."
He grins and kisses my neck, licking my skin hungrily.
"I find that very hard to believe," he smirks before taking my nipple in his mouth and humming around it. I gasp, snaking my fingers through his golden hair, holding him tight.
I then look down to see him watching me with those beautiful golden eyes, and he moves back up, kissing me tenderly as he wraps his arms around me and begins to lower us back down on the bed.
Maker save me, he is golden.
Everything about him is just so damned golden.