Page 22 of Chemistry: The Chemist

Her stares lingered. Her hands, they’d found my leg a few times. Her nipples hadn’t softened in the last fifteen minutes. They must’ve been aching by now.

“Time to go, huh?” she asked, slowly.

Her resolve had softened. She was milder. She was gentler. She was… better.

I didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t think she could improve. I liked her the way she was.

But, the more mellow, calmer side of her soothed something in me I couldn’t quite put a finger on. I felt her grab a hold of my heart and stroke it gently versus squeezing the life out of it as she had earlier. That was good, but this was even better.

Maybe he was wrong. My father’s words looped in my head. Eden wasn’t a pit of fire all by itself. She was calm waters, too, wrapping me in her expansiveness.

“Yes. It is.”

“Where to?”

“Some place for you to do exactly what you were doing on stage tonight.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I was up and out of my seat in a split second. She wasted no time falling in line. Her fingers curled between mine, solidifying our connection. The fire rested between us set my body ablaze.

Not tonight or any other night did I want it to be extinguished. I wanted it to burn. Us to burn. Until we ashed, meshing so well we were unable to be distinguished. Sundered. Dissociated.

Back inside the truck, rounded nails gripped the elastic band of the blinders I handed to Eden, the woman who refused to acknowledge personal space. She held no interest in the rest of the seat that was open to her. Up against me is where she was comfortable.

“Mister,” she called out, still unsure of my government.

I was still unsure whether I wanted her to have it. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t have, anyway.

“It’s not up for debate, Eden,” I replied, lowering the seat we were on.

The partition had been customized for privacy and had already been pulled when we entered. Aden was no fool. He understood well what was happening in my world tonight.

I didn’t need to explain that this time was different. I didn’t need to explain that she was different. He knew. I knew.

“I do–”

“Pardon the discomfort you might feel. I promise to make it worthwhile.”

I slid them from her hand and over her head. Distracting her was the only resolution for the precautions required. The journey to my residence wasn’t one that was revealed under any circumstances, to anyone other than family.

Eden wasn’t the exception, yet. It didn’t matter how much I was feeling her or how my heart beat wildly for her. My location wasn’t to be compromised.

“I can’t see you.” She gasped.

Pressing against her chest, I lowered her body on the third row. Her heels were the first to be removed. Black in color, they sported a red sole. Socks, sheer like the top and thong she’d worn on stage, covered her feet. I snatched them off immediately after.

Pants that fit like gloves gave resistance, but I prevailed. The coat she wore kept the seat from chilling her darkness. But, small, prickly bumps still pimpled her skin. Braless, her titties peeked from underneath the shirt I raised. Dark nipples made my dick ache.

Fuck.

“I don’t need you to see me, Eden. I need you to feel me.”

I palmed her right breast with my left hand and used my right to find her ankle. My tongue looped her toes before they went into my mouth.

“Mist–”

Chem. My name was at the tip of my tongue. That was what I wanted falling from her lips. But, I maintained my composure, watching as her stomach folded and her body grinded against the seat.

She was hot. She was bothered. Just as I wanted her.

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