บท 183: Feverish Fantises -2

Evelyn's breath hitched, her eyes locking into his on the mirror. A feverish heat burned her skin at his order, her dirty mind screaming to comply. 

"I-I don't think…" she murmured, worried about not doing well and disappointing him. She had never tried this position nor did she have any experience of doing it while standing. 

Zevian simply smiled and hugged her from behind. His hands wrapped around her waist and Evelyn looked at him in the mirror hesitantly. 

"Trust me, you will enjoy it," Zevian whispered, his words fiery yet assuring. "And I won't force if you really don't wanna try it." He added, making her bit her lower lip.