“Sorry,” she replies, breathless.
“Don’t be,” he mumbles, moving in to lick at her mound through the fabric.
Pleasure spears through her in a massive shock wave, the warmth of his tongue seeping through the lace. The throbbing wetness between her legs grows more and more unbearable with every second. But Alexander takes his time, mouthing at her through her thong with slow and controlled determination.
It’s torturous.
It’s heaven.
“Take it off,” she commands, barely recognizing the sound of her own voice. “Take it—”
“Be patient.”
Eden whines. “But I want—”
“I know.”
“Please—”
“I told you. I want to ruin you.”
Eden moans, lightheaded and babbling nonsense. It’s enough to make her toes curl. She’s sure she sounds pathetic, panting and mewling like she’s in heat. She doesn’t care. Neither does he. In fact, it’s very obvious how much he’s enjoying all this. He brings a hand up to graze his fingers up her inner thigh, slowly creeping toward her welcoming entrance.
“I want to see you on my fingers,” he says. “Is that alright with you?”
“Fuck yes. Please hurry, I need—”
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“You. Inside me.”
He finally —finally— pulls her panties off, tossing them over his shoulder to be abandoned on the floor somewhere. Alexander sucks in a sharp breath, admiring Eden in full. He doesn’t waste time with compliments. They’ve both waited long enough.
He presses a finger against her wet entrance, dipping down to tease her clit with a quick swipe of his tongue. A sharp gasp escapes her throat as electricity jolts through her, the heat in her stomach growing more and more intense. He draws tight circles with the tip of his tongue as he presses a single finger into her.
Eden moans at the stretch. It’s nothing she can’t handle, and her slick desire makes it easy to adjust. He inserts a second, this time curling his fingers to sweep over her sweet spot. Eden’s hips buck involuntarily, desperation mounting.
“Oh, God,” she pants, reaching down between her legs to comb her fingers through his hair. “Right there—Fuck.”
It’s almost too much. She’s dizzy, overwhelmed by his touch and his tongue. He seems to know exactly what she needs and how she likes it, impossibly accurate and relentless in pursuit of her release. The hot coil within her grows tighter and tighter, threatening to explode.
And then it does, a bright wave of pleasure sweeping over her. She drowns in it, moaning languidly as she closes her eyes and enjoys the high. Her chest heaves, rapid breaths matching the rhythm of her heart. A sudden, satisfying exhaustion hits her soon after. Every inch of her body is alight with soft fire, satiation evident in the way she strokes his hair.
Alexander licks his lips, looking understandably smug. “I’m not done with you yet,” he says firmly, lifting her with ease. Eden instinctively wraps her arms and legs around him, kissing him slowly as he takes them both down a long hall.
His bedroom is cooler than the rest of the apartment. Eden uses it as an excuse to cling to him for warmth. Their lips find each other like magnets, only ever parting when they’re both in need of air. She stands at the edge of the bed, reaching down to palm at Alexander’s hard cock.
“Your turn,” she says, dropping to her knees.
“Eden—”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she mumbles, slowly undoing his belt and dragging down the zipper. She hooks her fingers over the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling his clothes free.
Her eyes widen as his cock springs forth. Nothing could have prepared her for the sheer size of it. It’s big, just like the rest of him, but it’s still a surprise. The tip is an angry red and leaking with want, the shaft thick and dauntingly long.
“Fuck, you’re massive,” she mutters to herself.
Alexander chuckles, carding his fingers through her hair. “You’re just pocket-sized.”
