I brush a slow kiss across her lower lip. “A fucking dream.”
The blunt head of my cock stretches her tight entrance. Heat tears through me as I sink a few inches inside, her body gripping me like a vice.
“Breathe, Eden,” I order, my voice rough. “Relax, baby.”
She nods frantically, taking shallow breaths as I ease deeper. “Alright?” I ask, pulling back a little, thrusting back in, claiming more of her with every push.
“Yes—” she gasps, then moans brokenly, her body clamping around me.
“That’s right, you’ll take everything I give you.”
Small thrusts wreck us both, her pussy fluttering around me.
“Nate, I think…I think…”
I feel her contracting, her whole body seizing as an orgasm rips through her. I freeze, swearing under my breath, fighting not to shoot my load.
“Oh, baby…I’m not even a few inches in.”
She lets out a shaky laugh, her body trembling as I push deeper, giving her more.
“Nate,” she exhales, desperate. “This is…so good. I’ve never… This is…”
“I know, baby.” I lean down to kiss her, slow, tender, grounding her as I keep pressing inside. “You feel amazing. So tight. Deep breaths, Eden. Let me in all the way.”
I’m not fully buried yet, but I start moving, each thrust stretching her more, pulling moans out of her throat. She squirms against my grip, trying to free her hands, but I pin her harder.
Her walls convulse around me again, another orgasm building, and I lower my mouth to kiss the tear sliding down her cheek. “That’s right. Let go for me. I wanna feel my girl squeeze my cock.”
She shatters around me again, her pussy contracting in powerful, long pulses, and I thrust through it with deep, long strokes. When her orgasm subsides, I finally release her wrists. Her arms wrap tight around my shoulders as I slide my hand to her throat, pressing lightly, testing her.
“A little more, baby. Take a little more.”
Her legs tremble, locking around my waist as I bottom out at last, buried to the hilt.
“I knew you could do it,” I purr into her ear, hips driving deep. “You just don’t like vanilla, do you? You need a bit of spice to go with it.”
Her answering cry shatters, her body convulsing around me once more, dragging me over the edge this time. I drive harder, relentless, until I come with her, the orgasm ripping through me, her body gripping me tight, holding me there, exactly where I belong.
Her muscles go limp beneath me, spent, trembling, arms still wrapped tight around my shoulders. I press slow kisses to her temple, her cheek, her mouth, murmuring against her lips.
“Perfect girl,” I whisper, brushing damp strands of hair off her face. “Came all over me…”
She groans, hiding her face in my chest, and I chuckle low, teasing. “Don’t hide from me now, Trouble. You come for me whenever I tell you to. I’ll always take care of my girl.”
Her eyes flick up at mine, soft and raw, and I kiss her again, gentler this time, slow enough to let her breathe.
When her legs finally loosen from around me, I scoop her up, her gasp muffled against my neck as I carry her straight into the bathroom. I set her on the counter, turn on the shower, and strip the rest of our clothes away. Steam rises as I step in with her, holding her under the spray, washing every inch of her with careful hands.
She’s pliant, eyes fluttering shut as I soap her skin, rinse her hair, press kisses to her shoulders in between. By the time I carry her back out, she’s half-asleep against me, wrapped in a towel.
In the bedroom, I pull one of my T-shirts over her head. It hangs loose on her, swallowing her curves, and she gives me a faint smile as she tugs at the hem. I kiss the top of her damp hair.
“Stay put.”
I pad downstairs, scrolling delivery on my phone. The fridge is bare—five days on the road will do that—but it doesn’t matter. I order braised salmon and blitz a quick protein shake: chocolate whey, a splash of decaf cold brew, frozen banana, one spoon of peanut butter, ice. Thirty seconds, and it pours thick and cold—enough to hold us till the knock at the door.
By the time I come back up, she’s curled in the middle of my bed, already asleep in my shirt. She looks wrecked, and absolutely perfect. For a moment I just stand there,taking it in—the quiet, the calm, the fact that she’s in my bed.
