Page 89 of Chemistry: The Chemist

The sun hadn’t quite kissed the sky when I opened my eyes, but it was near the horizon. Eden’s still, warm frame reminded me I wasn’t in my bed. I’d made it to hers and crashed, slightly disturbed by my level of comfort.

Heat transferred from her body to mine. One leg was draped over my lower half. An arm curled around my stomach. Her head hadn’t moved from my chest since she’d discarded the dishes she’d used to serve the soup that was possibly responsible for my health this morning. I was much better than yesterday.

Sickness was knocking at my door and I damn near answered. Instead of driving the distance, Aden brought me downtown where I wanted nothing more than to be in Choc’s presence. She was all the medicine I needed, but I wasn’t opposed to the idea of soup when she woke me from my slumber in the late hours of the night.

If only shit was this way always. The purple and orange hues of the rising sun, Eden in my arms, and the silence of the morning was peace I’d never encountered.

It made me wonder if it was even real. Because it should’ve been impossible for something so simple to be so impactful. So satisfying. So gratifying. So amplifying.

Just like the sun, Eden brought light to my dark sky. She illuminated my world, establishing her position and becoming a critical part of my day. Without her, I was operating in darkness. That’s how it had been since I laid eyes on her.

“You’re stewing.” She groaned, turning over.

With her ass pressed against me, she found comfort again.

“I’m thinking.”

“Hmm. About what?” Choc yawned, sleep still apparent in her voice.

I maneuvered my hard dick out of the hole of my briefs and began massaging it while turning over.

“How good this feels.”

The soft fabric slid up her thigh with ease.

“This?”

“Waking up with you in my arms. Forgetting the rest of the world exists, even if only for a little. Yes, Eden. This.”

Because she had one leg hiked and the other straight, I had access to her portal. Up and down, I rubbed my dick against her pussy until it was coated with a thin layer of her lubrication.

“That’s all?” She moaned as I entered her, carefully separating her walls.

They accommodate me well. No resistance. I slid into home base with ease.

“And this, too.”

“And this,” she agreed, twisting her neck until her lips met mine.

Involuntarily, my lids gathered, blackening everything. Though I couldn’t see a fucking thing, I could feel every fucking thing.

Eden’s canal as I stroked her long and slowly. Eden’s body as it begged for more of what I had to give. Eden’s heartbeat was thunderous yet steady just like mine. Eden’s desperation. Her surrender. Her power. Her divine feminine energy. Her light. Her love.

“Cheeeeeem.”

Her scent permeated the air. The sound of our skin meeting, over and over, became the soundtrack to our soulful session.

“Fuck,” I whispered in her ear, pulling her closer with my arm underneath her chin and a hand at the back of her neck.

Her pussy was silk.

“Fuck, Eden.”

As the words left my mouth, my back hit the sheets. She flipped us over, claiming me for the hundredth time as if she didn’t have enough of me already. I hardly recognized the man I was becoming because of her and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to run for the hills or continue running toward her.

She spelled out trouble for me. But, I’d never been one to evade its uncertainty. I embraced it. I embraced her and whatever came with her.

She established her dominance while still remaining unfathomably feminine. Gentle. Reserved. Sexy as fuck.

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