Instead, she leans forward and kisses him tenderly, so soft and sweet that Alexander wonders how he got so damn lucky. She’s the one who deepens the kiss, combing her fingers through his hair as she rocks her hips against his stiffening erection. Eden carefully pulls his shirt up and over his head, tossing the offending fabric away so that she can paw at his wide chest. His hands slide down to cup her ass, givingjustthe right amount of squeeze to make her moan.
“We only have five minutes before dessert’s ready,” she protests.
“I can do a lot to you in five minutes, sweetheart.”
“Then what are you waiting for,boyfriend?”
He moves with purpose, hooking his hands around her thighs so that he can lift her up and lay her down on the kitchen table. The dishes have already been cleared, save for a pair of forks that clink together with the sudden movement. His skillful hands make quick work of the front of her jeans, tugging them off hurriedly before kneeling on the kitchen tile between her thighs.
They’ve already eaten dinner, but he’s ravenous. With the time now sitting at four minutes and thirty seconds, he wastes no more time and dips down to enjoy his meal.
Thesoundsshe makes. Alexander’s so hard, it’s almost painful.
He teases her with his tongue, his fingers; makes his business her pleasure. Eden reaches her peak just as the timer on the oven beeps. Alexander can’t help but smirk at himself. He always knew he worked well under pressure.
“Mmph, thank you for that,” Eden mumbles. “Sit tight. I’ll go get dessert.”
“I’ve alreadyhaddessert.”
She rolls her eyes. “Cheesy.”
Alexander reclaims his seat just as Eden returns with a piping hot baking dish. It’s a layer of molten chocolate topped with a gooey marshmallow layer and a buttery graham cracker crust. She also retrieves a tub of vanilla bean ice cream from the fridge and a can of whipped cream…
Which she immediately sprays all over his chest. He’s momentarily shocked by the cold, but then Eden gets on her knees with that mischievous glint in her eye that he adores so much.
“Food needs to cool,” she reasons. “We’ve got time to kill.”
“What a waste,” he pretends to complain. “Hand me a napkin?”
Eden shakes her head. “I’ve got a better idea.”
She advances, her hands resting gently on Alexander’s knees as she leans forward to lick up the mess she’s made. A delightful shiver runs up and down his back. It’s safe to say he’s thoroughly enjoying the view. Eden continues to lap up the whipped cream, working her way all the way down until she’s face to face with his belt buckle. Nimble fingers pull him free of his pants. Before he knows it, she’s taken him into her mouth with a content hum.
He lets his head tilt back with a relieved sigh. Is this what Heaven feels like?
No, not heaven.
Just Eden.
He curls his fingers into her hair and watches her work, her eyes closed in concentration as she hollows her cheeks and sucks in earnest. The warmth of her mouth surrounding him feels too good to be real, the tight coil deep within his core growing hotter and brighter with every pass of her exploratory tongue.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that. So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. You’re gonna make me—”
Stars fly across his vision. His mind whites. A wonderful wave of euphoric exhaustion seeps into his muscles, his bones, his very marrow. Alexander watches with a grin as Eden rises, licking her lips.
“I think dessert’s cool enough now.”
He chuckles. “Goody.”
His phone goes off. It’s Sebastian asking for updates on the menu, the restaurant.
Alexander leaves his messages on read before putting the device on silent. Eden’s the only one who deserves his attention right now.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she groans into her pillow.
It’s Monday morning a few weeks later, and she has to work a shift tonight, butholy cannoli cheese on a crackerdoes she feel like Death incarnate. Eden’s in so much pain, she can’t tell if she’s hungry, needs to vomit, use the toilet, or if it’s just her cramps trying to knock her down several pegs.
In summary: not a pretty picture.
