“May I?”
“Anything you want.”
Eden starts with a lick across the head of his cock, testing the waters. He tastes a bit salty, but she doesn’t mind in the slightest. After a while, she gets used to the taste. It’s just so…him. She wraps her lips around the head of his cock and swirls her tongue around, delighting in the chesty groan she earns from above.
His grip on her hair tightens. Not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to keep control.
“Your fuckingmouth,” he mutters. “Fuck, Eden. Show me what you can do.”
She complies, hollowing her cheeks to suck him down inch by careful inch. He’s too big to take all the way, but she does her best. What she can’t take into her mouth, she uses her fingers to wrap around her shaft. She pumps him slowly, working in tandem with her mouth to push him closer and closer to the edge.
“You feel amazing, Eden. So pretty with my cock in your mouth. Love how you—ngh—look on your knees.”
Eden closes her eyes and enjoys herself, bobbing her head back and forth and sucking in earnest, listening to the litany of filth spilling from his mouth.
“Eden, I—” Alexander hisses. “Get up.”
She releases him with a wet pop. “But I’m not done playing with you yet.”
“We’ve got all night, sweetheart, but I want you.Now.”
When he offers her his hand, she takes it, rising up from off the floor. He guides her to the bed and has her lie down, the cool sheets a welcome sensation against her sensitive skin. Eden lies on her back, head upon a soft pillow—his pillow that smells completely of him—watching with bated breath as he pulls a condom from the bedside drawer. Once he’s rolled it on, he easily finds his way to her, lying on top between her open legs.
The furious rush they were in before has dissipated, making way for something sweet and slow. When they kiss again, it’s tender and careful. The look in his eyes makes her heart flutter. He looks at her like she’s precious, special, something to keep safe forever. She sweeps her fingers past his cheek, plays with his hair, smiles into the kisses she gives him.
“You still okay with this?” he asks gently. “Is this what you want?”
Eden nods and smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Yes. Absolutely.”
He lines himself up with her entrance and pushes forward slowly. The stretch is significant compared to his fingers, filling her so full, it actually makes her wince. He stops immediately, pressing an apologetic kiss to her cheek.
“Should I stop?” he asks, concerned.
“No, just—You’re really big. I just need a second.”
He nods, carefully cradling her body close. The golden glow of the setting sun through the bedroom windows paints his skin, allowing Eden to admire all of the hidden marks on his body. She notices a scar across the front of his right shoulder, leading up across his collar bone. It’s faint, incredibly old, almost healed over. It’s in this golden sun that Eden can count the freckles on his face. She’s never paid attention to them before, not really. They’re perfect imperfections, unique to him and him alone.
Eden shifts and settles beneath Alexander’s weight, finally adjusting. She nods, smiling shyly. “I think I’m ready now.”
“You sure?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Okay.”
He starts slowly at first, pushing all the way in. Eden trembles beneath him, the air squeezing out of her lungs as he plunges deeper and deeper. She feels so impossibly full, she thinks she might break. But she doesn’t. Something tells her Alexander would never allow that to happen. He throbs inside of her, but he’s clearly holding back for her sake. When the head of his cock sweeps past her sweet spot yet again, something explosive erupts out of nowhere.
“Oh,fuuuuck,” she whimpers. Her walls flutter around him as her whole body ignites into flames. The pleasure is all-consuming, knocking her thoughts from her mind.
Alexander huffs, stunned. “Did you—Just from me—”
Eden covers her face with her hands, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. You just feel so good, I—”
He chuckles, pushing her hands aside to pepper her face with kisses. “Don’t be sorry, it’s alright. Can I keep going?”
“Yes. Yes, please. I want to make you come. Give it to me rough.”
“If you want it rough, you’d better hold on to me, sweetheart.”
