He lifts her up and carries her down the hall, mouth never once leaving her. He doesn’t have time to take in her bedroom, choosing instead to zone in on the bed tucked into its corner.
He sets her down gingerly on her back, eagerly pulling off her clothes. He kisses every inch of her bare skin that he can get his lips on, only taking pause once she’s fully naked beneath him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, committing her form to memory. There’s something ethereal about the way the moonlight paints her curves.
He tosses off his own shirt, cool air hitting his overheated skin. He shimmies out of his jeans and boxer briefs, too, practically aching to be in her arms again. When he returns, he settles near the foot of the bed so that he can rest between her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs.
Eden lets her head fall back against her pillow as he moves in to tease her entrance with the tip of his tongue. She tastes a bit salty, but not in a bad way. He drinks her in, eager for more, flicking his tongue over her clit in a way that makes her toes curl and her back arch.
“Shang!”
He doesn’t recoil when he hears his name this time. It’s still weird to him, but he knows he’ll get used to it. Especially if it’s her calling his name.
“I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“I need—”
“Tell me.”
“Your fingers. Please, I want—”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
Eden’s nice and slick, so he’s able to slide two of his thick fingers inside with ease. He curls them, working her sweet spot while his tongue drives her wild. The sound of her wanton moans has him impossibly hard, but he’s perfectly happy to stay where he is. Eden’s a sight to behold, an honest to goodness work of art. He regrets not getting to do this sooner, but he understands how invaluable the short time away has been. He sees everything clearer now.
He meant what he said. He wants to be better. For both of them.
Eden whines his name, her walls tightening around his fingers. “Shang.”
“Come, sweetheart. I want to feel you come. Come on, Eden.”
A string of curses falls from her lips as trembles wrack her body, pleasure leaving patches of her skin flushed with arousal. He removes his fingers and licks at her quivering entrance, savoring her juices.
“Good girl,” he hums, getting up onto his knees. “Condom?”
“Bedside drawer,” she says between pants. “Check the expiry date, though.”
He retrieves the item in question and verifies. “They’re still good. Been a while since you had to use these, I take it?”
Eden chuckles, bringing a hand up to hide her face. “Hush. I’ve been busy at work. My old boss used to keep me at all hours. Didn’t leave much time for a social life.”
He slips the condom on, returning to his place between Eden’s soft thighs. “Your old boss sounds like an ass.”
“He is, but it’s a good thing I like him anyway.”
“I’m going to put it in now. Is that alright?”
Eden circles his neck with her arms and pulls him down for a quick kiss. “Yes. Yes, please.”
He moves slowly, mostly for his sake because Eden feels so fucking good, he might come then and there. The head of his cock is particularly sensitive, pleasure sparking from nerves to nerve. It’s almost enough to leave him winded and seeing spots, but he holds off.
He wants to show her just how much she means to him.
His pace is slow, the drag of his cock against the ribbed walls of her pussy excruciatingly delightful. He continues to mark her delicate skin, works up a sweat to see her so completely undone. Open-mouthed kisses mix the sounds of their languid groans, their animalistic grunts, their passionate pleas formore please fuck more.
Suddenly emboldened, Eden hooks a leg over his hip and uses the momentum to roll them over. She looks like a fucking goddess riding him, hair a beautiful mess as her perfect tits bounce with her movements. She rolls her hips, coming down on his shaft in a way that nearly leaves him blind with ecstasy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Eden.”
