I suck and lick her nipple until she’s writhing beneath me, but then I stop and kiss her, trying to ignore the throb in my balls that’s begging for release.
We kiss gently and wildly, tasting each other and savoring the first feel of our bare chests against each other. Eden must have incredibly sensitive nipples because while we’re kissing, she’s arching her back to press against the hairs on my chest.
“You feel so good,” she murmurs against my mouth.
I wish I had words, pretty words to tell her how I feel right now. How seeing her like this beneath me makes me want to look into her eyes and just hold her, naked, for days. But those words will come later.
I move from lying on her to kneeling at her feet, and grab the waistband of her underwear before pulling them off. I spread her legs wide and lean back down so our chests touch.
She tightens her long legs around my waist, pulling our hips closer together, and my cock jumps in my briefs. “I want you, but my body’s not…”
I instantly know her run-in with Michelle is toying with her brain.
I silence her with a soft kiss on the lips. “Everything about you is perfect,” I tell her. “I’m falling for you, Eden. Flaws and all.” I look down at her body and growl. “But everything I’m seeing is perfect. Flawless and perfect.”
She nods and blinks self-consciously before pulling my head to her chest.
I rest my face between her breasts and groan. “You’re killing me, babe. I mean, in the best way, but…”
She laughs, and we hold each other for a minute. “I’m good,” she whispers. “Thank you.”
“No, E, thank you.” I move back to the end of the couch and tug the panties over her hips, down her thighs, and set them on the coffee table. “For this.”
I grip the insides of both her thighs and run my hands from her knees to her pussy. While she gets used to my touch, I lower myself as best I can to fit on the couch, but it’s not going to work. “New plan,” I say, getting up from the couch and reaching out my hand.
I help her to standing, yank a blanket off a nearby chair, and drop it on the carpeted floor like a picnic blanket. “Now, I’ll be able to eat your pussy without wrenching my damn back.”
She laughs and lies back on the blanket, opening her legs to me. “You’re so safety-conscious,” she teases. “At least you’re trained if one of us gets hurt.”
“The only pain you’re going to feel is the kind you want,” I promise as I settle between her legs. I hook my hands under her knees and bend her legs so her feet are on the floor, her knees falling open.
Then I lie on my belly and place one hand on her abdomen. With the other hand, I feel my way through her trimmed hair until I feel her drenched lips.
She sucks air as I touch her, and I feel the sound as though she hummed it against my balls. I’m so hard I might just come against the fucking floor. But I quickly distract myself from the demands of my cock by stroking every inch of Eden’s middle.
She is gripping the blanket with her hands and tightening her knees, closing her legs around my head, but I push them open again, continuing to work my thumb until she begs me to fill her.
“Vito, I need you inside me. Please.” When she finally says the words, I reach for a condom, tear that thing open like there’s a winning lottery ticket inside, and shed my briefs so I can sheathe up.
I kneel down on the blanket and settle my weight over her. “You want it like this?”
She nods but then says, “And behind.”
“In your ass?” I ask, trying to clarify.
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, her gorgeous, soft hair shifting over the blanket. “No, I mean I want you behind me.”
I chuckle and she giggles. “That too,” I say as I lower my weight and press the tip of my dick to her pussy.
She is wet and sweet, and when I’m fully inside her, she widens her legs, and I swear to fuck I see stars.
I thrust inside her, my hips and thighs burning with the effort, a sheen of sweat gathering on my forehead and chest.
She rolls her hips, lifting to meet my thrusts with her own. My arms burn as I support my weight, thrusting deep inside her while I watch her breasts bounce and her beautiful lips move as she moans.
“I want you to come,” I tell her, and her eyes fly open.
“I will,” she promises. “But I want this to last.”
