Numbers like those still barely made sense to Eden, who remained starry-eyed at a 100k paycheck. “Well, if you say everything’s going to be okay with Drew and work, I believe you.”
“Honestly, I’d rather change the subject. I came over to decompress with you, angel. And to see your cute apartment again.”
“It’s so small!”
“You work with the space well, and this older building doesn’t seem to have too many problems with it. Also, for a studio, you have a separate bedroom space. Don’t see that often.”
“Yeah, one of the reasons I picked it, besides the price and location, was because it had defined spaces. So many modern studios are just one long rectangle with the kitchen taking up a whole wall. Like a sterile hotel room.”
“Hotel rooms are bigger than most studios I’ve seen.”
“You’re not wrong. My friend Blair says she used to live in a micro-apartment. It was only like 150 sq ft.! Can you even fit a kitchen and bathroom in that?”
While they continued their conversation about housing, Eden settled in against Benson, and the two of them kept playing with the TV remote as if they would turn it on.I only have streaming, unlike his cable package.Besides, she doubted he came over tothis tiny apartment to watch TV with her. They barely even fit on the loveseat together.Is he staying the night? In my double bed?The man had a king! It fitted three people!
“There are a few things we could do…” Grinning, Eden rubbed her hand along his chest, taking in the warmth through his sweater and drinking in the perfectly rapturous look on his face. “I can think of some right now.”
“Do they include me seeing that bedroom of yours?” Benson hooked his arm around her and pulled her closer. “Because I’ve been dating you for way too long to have not seen it yet.”
She grazed her finger along his beard, absolutely smitten with the thought of what they could do soon. “Sure thing, but we could also get started here.”
“Is that so?”
She lowered her lips to his, cupping his chin with her manicured hand. “Tell me one thing you want to do tonight, Ben,” she sweetly said. “Together.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He pulled her hand down off his face so they could kiss more fervently. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
It was so simple, but effective!Nobody said he was the greatest with words, but there’s something to be said for brevity.Thiswasthe man who had tied her up to his bed and fucked her until the roosters crowed.Speaking of cock…
“By all means,” Benson said, leaning back on the loveseat as Eden went for his zipper and stuck her head in his lap. “You know what you like.”
Eden worked the button on Benson’s jeans, then dragged the zipper down with a slow, metallic rasp. The fabric parted. She tugged the denim and his briefs down just enough. She wrapped her hand around him, feeling the heat and satisfying weight that always announced it was timeto get to it. A few firm, slowstrokes from base to tip made Benson swell in her grip, the skin stretching taut until he was rigid. The man was ready.
She didn't hesitate.
Eden dipped her head, tongue flicking out for a wet, teasing taste of the head before her lips closed around him. She took him deep on the first pass, her throat relaxing to accept his length. The salt of his skin, the slight musky scent filling her senses, almost made her pass out in excitement. This was a language they both spoke fluently.
A low chuckle rumbled in Benson’s chest. "Good God, Eden. Always so eager." His thumb stroked her temple. "See this? This is what I live for. This perfect, hungry mouth of yours." He watched her, his gaze perfectly intense. "You just can't help yourself, can you? You need my cock almost more than I need you.”
She moaned around him, the vibration making his hips move. His praise was fuel. She pulled back until just the tip was between her lips, tongue swirling over the sensitive ridge, then plunging again, taking him to the back of her throat. Her saliva coated him, making each movement smoother than the last.
“I'm always happy to give it to you," Benson said, his hand discovering her hair. "Whatever you need. Right here." He shifted his hips, pushing up just a little, meeting her halfway. "That's it. Take it, angel. Fuck, you’re so good.”
Her enthusiasm was a hungry, wet heat that enveloped him. Eden's head bobbed in his lap. She hollowed her cheeks with every upward pull. Her focus was absolute. There was onlythis.While she wasn’t about to make him come right away, she wanted him thinking about it.
Benson’s hand slid down her back. He traced the curve of her spine over the soft cotton of her pajama top, then lower, palming her ass. His fingers found the elastic band of her shorts. He dipped underneath, past the thin fabric of her underwear.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned on his cock, the only way she could give her approval outside of a fantasticthumbs up!with the hand not currently holding his erection.
His touch was dangerously electric. Eden was already wet enough for his fingers, and Benson groaned as he slid one through her slick folds, finding the tight, responsive nub of her clit. He circled it once, twice, feeling her body shudder. Her moan vibrated around his cock. Their mutual pleasure was grounds for elopement.
"Oh, that's it," Benson growled, his hips rocking up to meet her mouth. "You like that? You like getting your pussy played with while you choke on my cock?" He added a second finger, sinking them deep inside her, curling them to find that spot that made her cry in delight. "Fuck, you're so wet. I can think of somewhere else to stick it."
Eden’s rhythm faltered for a second, a broken gasp escaping her lips as his fingers worked her. Thoughts of that bedroom, of him bending her over the mattress, of finally having him here, in her space, flooded her mind.I can't wait. I need him to fuck me now.
He was reading her mind. "I've been thinking about this," he grunted. "Been thinking about getting you in your own bed for ages." He pumped his fingers faster, mimicking the rhythm of her mouth on him. "In your room, on your sheets. I’ll make you scream so loud your neighbors learn my name." His grip in her hair tightened possessively. "You want that, angel? Want me to christen every fucking surface in this house?"
She pulled off him. Her chest heaved, her pupils blown wide with lust. "Yes," she breathed, the word raw on her lips. "Everywhere. I want you to fuck me on everything I own."
