Page 94 of Made Better Together

I smirk. “It’s fine. Priorities.” She giggles, and it’s so cute I want to get closer to her.

“Come here,” I say, tapping my legs.

She looks where I’m pointing. “Okay.”

A beat later, she’s climbing on my lap, straddling me. Her dress fans out across my pants as she rests on my thighs.

I immediately wrap my hands around her ass and give her a peck on the lips. The warmth of her core reminds me—she has no panties on.

My mind flashes to all I’d love to do with her. But what exactly does she want? Shit, I don’t want to make any assumptions, especially with her explicitly saying she’s not looking for a one-night thing.

We need to have a conversation.

I brush my right hand over her bare arm. “I…I’m not expecting…us to have sex tonight. Or anything in particular.”

Gratitude sweeps her face. “I’d rather…wait for some things.”

Not surprising. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Her response is small kisses on my neck, one, two, three. The warm wetness of her lips against that sensitive skin, her heat pressing against my pants—my control starts to slip.

Then she sucks harder on a tender part of my neck.

“Oh shit…” I gasp as my dick goes rigid.

“There’s one thing I would like to do.” She sits up, and puts her hand on my bulge. “Okay to take these off?”

My cock is happy at the thought, but I don’t want her to feel obligated. “You don’t have to.”

She locks our eyes, and hers are heated. “I want to.”

But she doesn’t move—why? I study her expression. It’s inquisitive, expectant, watchful. She’s searching for permission.

“Take them off then.”

A pleased look crosses her face, before her hand goes to the zipper. I lay my arms along the top of the couch, in opposite directions, while she glides it down. With a tug, my pants are on the floor.

Her eyes flick up to mine. “Can I…boxer briefs too?”

I keep my arms pinned against the top of the couch, so she controls the actions. “Yeah, they can go too.”

My dick springs free once she tugs the boxers off. She’s fixated on it, even as it’s making a mess, leaking as it bobs against my stomach.

While she’s distracted by the seven inches between my legs, I scan over her body. She’s half crouched, like she’s uncertain how to proceed.

I can at least help there. “Eden.” I spread my legs wider to make room. “Get on your knees, and then…suck me.” Shit, was that too direct?

Nope, because she drops down to the floor almost immediately. Jesus. She wraps her hand around me and sinks her mouth around my dick.

I’m barely hanging on, almost immediately. The fact that Eden, my Eden, after all the waiting, is taking me into her mouth? That it’s real and not a fantasy? Not to mention, the stroke of her tongue along my slit, the pulsing sucks on my length, the tight, warm hold of her hand.

I last about four minutes—it’s all too fucking good.

“Eden…ahhh. No need to swallow.” She hums, noncommittedly, though she doesn’t protest when I pull myself out of her mouth and shoot all over my stomach.

The only reason I don’t feel bad about coming so fast?

Because after wiping myself off in the bathroom, I bury my face in her pussy, and she only makes it five minutes before her climax echoes across the apartment.