Page 82 of Holding Her Heart

Aster didn’t hesitate, climbing from the bed and tugging her shorts down her legs. She kicked them away, her boy shorts following. But then her eyes landed on Eden’s shorts, her lip between her teeth.

Eden lifted her hips, urging Aster to take control.

And she did. Aster got to her knees in front of Eden, her palms smoothing up her thighs, teasing with each stroke. And then her fingers held the waistband, Aster’s eyes finding Eden’s.

She lifted an eyebrow. Eden simply nodded.

With the steadiest hand, Aster lowered Eden’s shorts, her eyes lighting up when she discovered Eden wasn’t wearing underwear.

Lay naked, Eden felt exposed, but she felt safe first and foremost. It was hard to feel anything else in Aster’s company. This woman hadn’t once given her a reason to worry.

As Aster placed her hands on Eden’s skin, she gently nudged her legs open, desire written all over her pretty face. Her hands moved higher, massaging as they reached the junction of Eden’s thighs. The intensity that roared through Eden had fresh arousal spilling from her.

Aster shifted forward, dipping her head and pressing lazy kisses to Eden’s inner thighs. “God, I need to taste you.”

Eden wasn’t shy when it came to sex, but Aster’s voice, that look in her eyes…nobody had ever wanted Eden quite like this. But Eden’s biggest fear now was that Aster would touch her, and she’d explode.

The longing, the teasing in each kiss, the want spanning months…it all came down to this moment. It couldn’t be premature.

“What do you want, Eden?” Aster watched her with a hunger.

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Yeah?” Aster grinned, swiping her thumb down between Eden’s wet folds, garnering a low, throaty moan.

“O-oh.”

Aster swiped her thumb again and then dipped her head and replaced her thumb with one long drag of her tongue.

Eden’s hips lifted, her hands grabbing at her breasts, pinching her nipples. It was the simplest action, but God, it meant everything. The trust she felt when Aster had her hands and mouth on her…it was indescribable.

“Fuck,” Aster breathed, her hooded eyes looking up at Eden, desire staring back at her.

She dove back in, expertly lashing her tongue against Eden’s clit. And when she held Eden’s hips down, separating her lips to expose her engorged clit, Eden lost her mind. Gripping the bedsheet with one hand, the other pressed against the back of Aster’s head.

Eden’s thighs quaked, but she wouldn’t give in. She’d waited this long; she could wait some more.

Aster teasingly dipped a finger inside, slowly but surely building her orgasm again. And then she placed a gentle kiss to Eden’s mound, climbing up her body. When Aster’s body pressed her into the bed, the weight providing a comfort, Eden dug her nails into her shoulder, their mouths crashing together.

“I want to touch you,” she murmured against Aster’s lips. “I need to touch you.”

Aster repositioned herself, guiding Eden’s hand between her legs. “I want you to know just how wet you make me.”

Eden’s eyes fluttered closed when her fingertips found hot, wet heat. Aster was more than ready. But was Eden?

Aster placed a slow kiss to her lips, her own fingers drifting to where Eden desperately needed them to be. “Ever fucked yourself?” she asked, smirking as her tongue swiped Eden’s sensitive earlobe.

Fuck! That’s hot.

Eden nodded, blushing. “Y-yes.”

“Then I want you to touch me how you know you like it.”

Eden’s body thrummed. Aster was certainly vocal.

She pressed her fingers to Aster’s clit, rewarded with a guttural moan as she dipped lower. She eased two fingers into Aster, capturing her lips as she sunk deeper. And then Aster followed suit, entering Eden in one swift move.

Eden clenched her jaw, breathing through the climax she felt building. But it wasn’t to be; she couldn’t hold on any longer. Aster scooped her up in one arm, pushing in and out while her thumb landed on her clit. Her lips caressed Eden’s neck, her throat, and her hand…God, her hand was doing unimaginable things to every nerve ending in Eden’s body.

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